The dodge is broke down. Here, just past Turtle Bay on Oahu’s North Shore, in the parking lot in front of Fumi’s Kahuku Shrimp truck.
We tried jumping the car. That didn’t do anything.
For some strange reason, I am not concerned at all. This place isn’t the worst to break down. And the shrimp is AMAZING.
This sun is intoxicating.
I just got done spending the day touring the North Shore with a few amazing people I met in the Waikiki Backpacker’s Hostel. Matt from Wisconsin, James from New Zealand, and Olga from Ukraine.
I’m holding a bottle of sand and seashells I just bought in the little shop here. Rotating it around in my hands, it feels like with each new revolution, I am casting off one more inkling of the absurdity of the modern human condition.
I have been set free on the sandy shores of my future. I am going to fly with eagles and swim with dolphins for the rest of my life. For a short while, I did feel like moving here. But the more that I think about it, this world tour has really been eye opening for me. The most important place in my life right now is my university: I must return to finish what I started.
Not too fast though. The sun’s out, and life’s a beach.