I noticed a change in the tourist climate almost immediately as this week kicked off high season in the tropics. Last week we had the town to ourselves. The beach breaks were empty and the roads less tread made the potholes more predictable. Yesterday and today the tides washed in a significant number of pasty colored people out looking to do what I’ve been doing for 9 days. Glow.


Today was my last day after quite a lengthy run. Any longer in the sea and I would have developed gills. All aches aside, it was a solid visit with no major burns, cuts or bruises. Sadly, the borrowed blue “beloved” be-love surfboard was run-over today as I got caught inside of a merman’s late take-off. His fin tore through the deck at the back end punching a hole into its hollow core and flooding it with water. Luckily, my feet were nowhere near the tear. I can thank my sloppy frog-man duck-dive for that one. I’m manifesting an easy fix on the board like I manifested the guy with the water camera who will generously email me some clever shots.

I would’ve sent more surf reports along the way but the days ran together like chocolate sauce in a Trits Ice Cream Cookie. The waves were anywhere from waist high to overhead depending on the minute, the tide or the drift, and seldom were they sloppy, even in stormy Weather.


My schedule of events never varied more than Eat – Surf – Eat – Surf – Eat – Sleep – Rinse and Repeat. I did get a massage one day. And another time while picking up trash on the beach, I unearthed some rubber and harvested an entire tire. That was different. It occurred to me while digging in the dirt, that beach and river clean-ups are here to stay, forever. Even if we got every piece of garbage off the banks, there’s gonna be new bits washing up with every tide. Our water obviously wants to purge itself. Why else would the ocean be sucking down glaciers like Mountain Dew Slurpees?

Otherwise, when resting my bones I played lots of guitar on the veranda admiring pleasant jungle downpours and palm crawling monkey families with sandy melodies in my head drawing shadows from a waning gibbous moon.


To my own nutty delight I wrote a duet for a surfer dude and a merman who search for love on opposite sides of the glassy surface. One of them wants a surfer girl. The other craves fish obviously. I call it, Appetite for Mermaid.

My life continues to be a fantastically fast turning flipbook and I’m grateful for getting to shoot it in so many gorgeous locations with so many extraordinary cameo appearances (them’s being you.) In my movie, I portray a water bug with a moon-tan. My favorite part so far is being flung in front of a five-foot wave and finding my footing to surf it.


In a film, anything’s possible. It’s just a film after all. Every thing’s made up. So I hope you’re making up something saucy for your own scenes. Be a “I’m glad I did” instead of an “I wish I had.” Cause from what I’ve seen of it so far, the reviews are worth every bit of the rave.

May love be your wave,
-Jason

This week’s Water Conservation Tip:
Vote for Marriage Equality
How does that save water?
It just does.