I really dug the authenticity of the event.
It wasn’t fake, it wasn’t forced, it just naturally fell into place, from the time the sun rose till we crawled into bed. We kicked off with a little beach clean-up. The sounds of African funk on an old turntable, vinyl grain, kids dancing, the smell of chicken and fish cooking on the open fire, fruit squeezing, coconut drinking, big smiles, awesome weather. I couldn’t stop wiggling the whole day. I’m sure I got a few out-of-focus pictures! Everything just felt right.
Vibrant fishing boats, dwarfed by those big cotton trees. I reckon that wave could get super-good. It’s just peaks, A-frames, like Nicaragua, coffee-coloured water; but it was pretty small and the tides were springs, so it was hectic, the kids…