After being a tea bagger for the last 14 years I was determined to rediscover the joys of pole dancing.
Day one on Maui I struggled out to the reef and after a humiliating walk of shame back to the house I spent half an hour in the spa licking my wounds. I was beginning to think it was a really bad idea.
Then slowly the old skills (to the extent they ever existed) started to return and by day 4 I had relinquished my death grip on the boom and was able to survive 30 - 40 minute sessions, but there is no denying extra 15 kg I carry around is a bit more critical than it is on a kite board.
I still have a long way to go before venturing out into the sweepy washing machine that is Narrowneck on the Goldy but am loving every minute as a reborn windsurfer.
Thanks Ian and Michael for organising the windsurfing trip of a lifetime and thanks Dazza, Bretto and Paul for the great company. Don't forget to tune up your Ukuleles for next year.