"The fi rs t and last thing th at st ruck me
about sur f tr av eling thro ugh Sri La nka was how easy it was
fo rget about sur fi ng."
The first and last thing that struck me about surf traveling through Sri Lanka was how easy it was to forget about surfing. Instead, four months later,
living a life of madness in the concrete jungle of NYC, it is not the waves that careen wildly through my head as I lie awake in bed. It is the smiles of the chil dren, the smells of the country, the imprints of large fauna on my mind like shad ows on a wall. It is the eyes of the farmer who didn't speak a single word and generously gave us a ride on his tractor through the hot and humid mountainous night. It is the look on his face after we stopped on top of the mountain so that he could make an offering at the local roadside shrine.
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