All At Sea (3 page)

See you at lesson. 

Friday 31
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January 4.03pm

—Elements Spa & Salon—

Hey. I know I didn’t say much after our water experiment today, just tried to make a lame joke about my baby steps. But…it was kind of awkward right after. Did you feel awkward after? Maybe it was just me. The poor woman painting my nails right now can’t do her job because my limbs are still shaking from it. Anyhowwwww...I want to let you know I enjoyed myself. After the first couple waves, I mean. After the initial shock of it, it was very pleasant. Even though your hands were snug over my ears, and my heart was pounding, I could hear and feel the water going over us. The muffled rush and roll of it. And you never lost me, told me when to breathe. So thank you. It was nice. I think this officially qualifies as progress and I am really looking forward to Monday’s lesson. What’s next, cowboy?

Wednesday 5
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February 11.57pm

—Blue Volcano Tavern—

I’m sorry it’s been a couple days since we talked. I wish Monday’s lesson had gone better. I’m sorry that I seemed distracted. I could see you were frustrated, and I really didn’t mean to make you upset. I wish you hadn’t left like that.

The thing is that my job here is to teach you how to surf. That’s what you hired me for. That’s what you’re paying me to do. You were just peppering me with questions, but I need to concentrate. Especially with you, because you’re kind of unpredictable.

I don’t have all of life’s answers. I don’t.

I didn’t have a bad experience at school. It was all pretty smooth sailing, really. And it was years ago for me, and literally half a world away.

Yes, I said there is a spiritual element, but you’re not anywhere near there yet.

I do love surfing, and I love my job, and I have really enjoyed showing you what I know about that, but all I can do is be right there beside you, and make you feel safe in the water. I can totally guarantee that you will always be safe in the water with me, but you have to have the guts to stand up. You have to find the balance, and your own centre of gravity. I can’t do that for you.

I’m just a big, knucklehead surfer dude. OK?

Thursday 6
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February 9.02am

—Fitness Center at Waikiki Yacht Club , HI—

I didn’t mean to leave seeming upset. It’s just I felt a bit silly, a lot silly I guess, and embarrassed when you said you’re twenty-two and that you don’t really think about high school ever. I assumed you were around my age, eighteen. Or maybe nineteen. Twenty tops. I don’t know why.

Also, I’ve read one too many teenage problem novels, apparently. Lol. I hold a sweeping assumption that those years are horrible for most people. Clearly not the case in your situation. I’m glad you had a nice experience in school. Sorry if I came across pesky and made you uncomfortable with all the questions and chatter. I have a tendency to overshare at times when I feel I’ve got someone’s ear. But as you Aussies say: No drama, mate. From now on I’ll be one-hundred percent focused on the task at hand: Standing up and finding my center of gravity. See you at lesson.

Friday 7
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February 3.10pm

—near Waikiki Beach, HI—

It’s a shame we didn’t get any proper surfing done today. We depend on the weather. It sucks. Sometimes there’s weeks and weeks where it’s just not rideable. We’ve been lucky so far. But we did paddling and waiting, and as I’ve said, most of surfing is paddling and waiting anyway.

Maybe another day we could drive around some different beaches and I can show you how to read waves? It takes years of watching to get good at it, but I can give you some pointers. It changes minute by minute and if you’re going to get any good you need to be able to figure out conditions before you even go in.

There’s this Norwegian guy, Olaf – he works at the surf shop and lives at the backpacker’s, too– he lets me borrow his car sometimes. It’s a piece of shit, but it will do. Soft top VW. It’s fun when it goes.

Friday 7
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February 3.22pm

—near Waikiki Beach, HI—

The paddling and waiting was kind of fun, though. My stick arms are getting muscles, I think! And I’d like that, to visit different beaches and learn to read waves. Where I’m from, we kind of do that in a way. It’s not as glamorous because you’re reading the sky and feeling the air and watching your pet’s reactions, wondering if conditions are ripe for a twister. Then, if you’re lucky, the siren will go off and it’s down to the cellar to cower under the steps. Or into the school hallway to crouch in safety position. I’ve seen two from a distance. One had a funnel and everything!

(A backpacker’s? You mean a hostel? A soft top? You mean a convertible?

Your Aussie lingo cracks me up. :P )

Monday 10
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February 4.18pm

—Hang Eleven Surf Shop—

Lol, turns out you’re good with wind! ;)

That car is memorable though, isn’t it? You were right. I just asked and Olaf said it wasn’t a standard soft top, it just rusted off! He had to get that roll bar welded on last year. But it’s perfect for boards!

Monday 10
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February 4.43pm

—Waikiki Yacht Club —

I had a great time today! The VW is memorable for sure. It has a particular charm. I had no idea that not knowing if you’re going to make it another ten feet could be so thrilling!  See you at lesson.

Monday 10
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February 7.56pm

—North Shore Hostel—

Tell me the twister thing again.

I tried to explain it to Lachie when I got back, but I couldn’t explain it how you did.

Monday 10
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February 8.15pm

—Waikiki Yacht Club —

First off, it’s super cliché for Kansas City folks/Kansans to drop tornado bomb stories on “outsiders.” I just want to put that out there. I’m embarrassed I even did it. People would roll their eyes and laugh me off the stage back home. I wanted to impress you with something that might seem exotic. LOL. Anyhow, when we were out riding around, I was trying to draw a comparison between a tornado and the perfect wave. I’ve never been directly inside the eye of a tornado but I guess it’s supposed to go quiet and still. Like utterly, eerily silent and miraculous. And if you make it through both sides, the sky clears in an instant and is bright and perfect for one hopeful moment. Until you look around you.

But most don’t make it out.

The second wall hits and kablooey. Total wipeout.

But I’ve seen two from a distance. One was just a huge cloud of dust and debris on the horizon. There are no mountains or hills where I live, so it’s just flat and wide and open. A prairie. You get a good view of things and can see for miles. There was a sheet of green rain and then sparks of lightning from power lines snapping. Everything was getting gobbled up.

Then the funnel cloud one, like what you probably imagine a classic tornado to be, we were in the car and I was about seven. I only remember seeing it, not what came before or after. Like the snapshots of it in my memory. How it formed and dropped out of the sky like a dark rope. My mom said I kept begging her to pull over so we could watch it. I wanted to be Dorothy. I thought I could go to Oz or something. Lol. She floored it and raced for home, hurried us into the cellar to wait it out. They’re terrifying but beautiful somehow. Like the waves. That’s what I was saying.

Monday 10
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February 8.16pm

—Waikiki Yacht Club—

(An Oz reference, too. Doh! In my defense, I was seven. I didn’t know any better!) 

Monday 10
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February 8.22pm

—North Shore Hostel—

Yeah that’s really cool. I just read it aloud to Lachie.

So anyway, no disrespect to your family’s empire, but your ‘sack lunches’ suck.

If it’s OK, tomorrow I want to take you to this burger place in Kahuku. It’s not a date. It’s just they make the perfect chip (we call fries chips) which are crunchy on the outside and soft like fluffy pillows in the middle. I’m pretty sure they actually dig the potatoes out of the ground and then cut them up and fry them. Doesn’t get much fresher than that. I’ve been watching you poking that approximation of beef down your neck. It’s probably been dead for probably about five years. That’s not eating, girl. You need to experience these chips. Not a date. You probably have noodle arms after yesterday anyway. Hot chips. Aussie surf culture. Bonza.

I’m surprised that being such an international traveller, you haven’t been to Sydney. You should come over one time. It’s a long way, but it’s worth it.

Anyhow, we’re going to be Kahuku tomorrow anyway. Have a look at some waves maybe.

If you want to.

Monday 10
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February 8.37pm

—Café Des Amis—

You mean Kahuku Grille or The Grass Skirt? We go to lunch a lot, mom and I. She had all the best places spied out before we even got here. The fries are better at Kahuku Grille so you probably mean there. (“Best burger and fries on the island!” so says YELP.)  Either way, I’d love to go to not-a-date-lunch with you! I’ll bring a sundress to throw over my suit. Looking forward to it.

Tuesday 11
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February 8.27pm

—Ocean House Restaurant—

Another good day. You’re on fire!

I just wanted to say that I’m still cringing about the crikey thing. I don’t even know why I said it. Only one person in Australia has ever said crikey. I was trying to explain that when you get overseas you start using words you’d only hear coming out the mouth of a blue-singleted trucker at the back of a country pub. (We call them wife-beaters – the blue singlet, I mean). Like drongo and cobber and fair suck of the sav.) And crikey.

You just looked at me as if I was on drugs and told me about your recent trip to Paris.

When I got home I asked Lachie if he could think of a better way of explaining what a drongo was, and he went, ‘WTF is a drongo? You mean a bunyip?’ Then Olaf comes to the door and goes, ‘Vot der fook iss der bunyip?’ And then we all laughed our arses off for about ten minutes.

Tuesday 11
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February 8.35pm

—Waikiki Yacht Club—

I had to Google all of that! Drongo and bunyip! Ha! My immediate thoughts were that you were talking about some bizarre musical instrument or an old lady’s mangled foot.  We call tank tops wife-beaters, too. The preferred color in America is white, though, not blue. Lol.

Okay, so here’s a localism for you. Did you know that there is a town in Missouri where dancing is illegal? Footloose exists just three hours from my house! Also, it is unlawful in Kansas City to provide beer or other intoxicants to elephants.

Tuesday 11
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February 8.39pm

—Ocean House Restaurant—

Yeah, no, that’s a good law. I have been to some of those elephant bars. They can get nasty when they lose their inhibition. They just crap anywhere. It’s a slip-hazard.

Tuesday 11
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February 8.41pm

—Ocean House Restaurant—

Crikey!

Tuesday 11
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February 8.46pm

—Ocean House Restaurant—

And anyway I’ll see your ‘crikey’ and raise you a ‘giddyup’.

Cowboy. ;)

Wednesday 12
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February 8.01am

—Black Blossum Production Studios—

I know 8am is very late notice and I apologise. I have another thing on over the next couple of days, so I won’t be able to take your lesson, but Lachlan said he will do it.

I am aware that he makes you uncomfortable, but I’m going to let you in on a secret. He has a magic button you can press. Just compliment him and he will be putty in your hands. He works hard to keep in shape and gets a real buzz when people notice.

I probably won’t be taking any calls, so I will see you in a week or so.

Try to have fun!

Wednesday 12
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February 8.04am