…here’s a small section of the beginnings of my new tattoo. It’s still a tad red hence the moody black and white image…
On thursday night I travelled down to Baleal beach to help all the locals eat an enormous roasting pig sacrificed to the end of season god. A splendid affair involving the hog turning over a huge firey pit surrounded by lots of drunken savages tearing at its flesh.
Everyone has been cajoling money from tourists for the last few months and now it’s time to kick back, look for a few empty waves and enjoy the beach while it’s still warm enough to strip down to a bikini.Â Luckily for all the god of surf has been throwing a perfect clean swell at the beaches – unluckily for me the fresh ink in my skin needs another week before complete oceanic immersion is permissable. Nuts.
It was nice to watch the perfect surf for a while but frustration has taken me home to watch some X Factor re-runs and eat a tin of ravioli….
There’s wee bit more skin and ink on show at flickr.
I didn’t surf today.