Although I have consistently had to show my ID over the last few months when ordering a glass of wine in America there is no escaping from the fact that I am no longer young – this is also reflected in surprised faces and apologies of the waitstaff once they check my birth date. This also means that, little by little and on purely realistic grounds, I too have started to cross out items from my imaginary things-still-to-do-list. While some things are still hanging on there – I might yet go and skydive one fine day! – others are becoming less and less likely. For example, I am now reasonably certain that I will never climb Mt. Everest nor will I become a famous DJ.
There was once a movie, called Point Break, where young Patrick Swayze was robbing banks whenever he was not surfing the waves, and even younger Keanu Reeves was trying to catch him. I remember watching it back in university days and thinking that this is way cool and that one day I will have to check this surfing thing out myself. With each additional year lived and pound gained, the mental image of me running into the booming surf somewhere in Pacific with a trusty board under my arm was becoming ever more pathetic and silly, and I suppose that by the beginning of this year I had pretty much put it off.
But who knows! Eating less and exercising more can clearly do wonders and I am now in a shape that I honestly never hoped to see any more when looking into mirror. And as I have about 10 days before I have to be in LA, I decided to fly there with a brief change of planes in Honolulu, and to be on a safe side I planned a layover of 6 days. So there – while waiting for my connecting flight I might take a few surf lessons in Waikiki.
Of course, my prior experiences with snowboard and windsurfing have taught me to manage my expectations on how fast I will be ripping those waves at Hawaii beaches – in all likelihood this all will end simply with a bruised ego and few swallowed gallons of saltwater as a price for finally shakily riding one shallow wave to the shore. But I don’t count on getting many more chances to try this while making only a marginal fool of myself – so here I come, Hawaii!
And sunscreen, of course, is for wimps!