Beaching it up

On most days, the farm work goes from 2-6 pm. This leaves our mornings totally free to go to town or to the beach or... anything else we may want to do. It seems pretty sweet although I bet it could get old after a while. Since this is our first morning out, it hasn't yet!
This morning, Pramod and I decided to go to the beach which is 6 miles from the main road. Hitchhiking is supposedly really easy here, and since we have no other form of transportation, that's what we decided to do...
One mile later... we're still walking and we have been ignored by several drivers. Our thoughts are moving towards having to walk the whole way AND back every time we want to go to the beach or the possibility of buying cheap bicycles. Finally we were picked up by a nice man from Washington State who retired to Hawaii.

He showed us some sights and then took us to the beach. It's a black sand beach which is “clothing optional” – slightly surprising to see. The water is so warm, but the waves are incredible and it makes swimming difficult. After getting on the other side of where the waves crest, it's easy, but getting back to land from that side was hard! It was a lot of work and of course I got stuck right under a wave. We both made it in and out okay, but I'm not a big fan.

Pramod on the other hand continues to play in the wave as I write this. Whenever I look over he's 1.) diving from the beach into a large wave and when I next see his head pop up, he's been taken way up to shore; or 2.) he stands there to let the wave pass him by but ends up falling and being dragged, spinning, up to the beach. Hey as long as he's having fun! He says that he enjoys the feeling of tumbling in the wave. I don't like that. I think I need to be in control. When I want to breathe, I NEED to breathe. When I want to get out of the water, I don't like the feeling that a force much more powerful that I am is pulling me back in.