SE BACK IN HI, RA-THER!

Surf Europe got cold feet and warm piles back in France and decided to head straight back to the Islands for whale migrating season.

If you peep out to the drink from anywhere on the North Shore anytime time of day, it’ll be a matter of minutes, if not seconds before you see one of these majestic creatures breaching spectacularly before landing with a nuclear bitch slap. Feels good to shuffle the pack after an hour or so on a hot flight, no? Well imagine how incredibly good it feels to blast a colony of parasitic marine life off your hide after a 3000 mile swim from Alaska…

Sharks aren’t mammals, they’re fish. Charly was really interested in escaped snakes, but got confused and ended up in a cage looking at sharks  just offshore of Hale’iwa. Lil Wayne doesn’t do this.

Speaking of creatures, there were all sorts at Carnival last night in Honolulu. The Bus wasn’t running so like a pack of kooks we hired a Hummer Limo thingy to take us to Town from Country, yah? It drank twelve gallons of gas per minute just keeping the bass bins on the stezza cool.

Nicolau von Rupp was the most tipsy, Michel Bourez the least. Charly Martin and Naum Ildefonse were so focused on dancing that they somehow managed to miss the ‘kini show… kooks! Outside on the streets there were boys who do girls like they’re boys who do girls like they’re boys, but inside, it was mostly early 90′s Golden Age New York beats and breaks and slender youthful wahines in swimwear in heals.

This was Cleopatra, and I just couldn’t stop staring at her fringe… It’s so very straight! I begged her to stop.

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Meanwhile Liliuokalani knows life’s better with a wiggle.