Посвящается Новогоднему заезду на Шри Ланку Surf Van...

Dedicated to the New Year's arrival in Sri Lanka Surf Van Camp! by http://vk.com/inka56 Inna !!

I am alone, luggage, backpack. Train, ephoria ...
Domodedovo, that's it, the plane, astimartini -
we drink, laugh and take off .. We sleep, we don’t miss Sharjah.

Landing in Colombo - warm air, palm trees, night!
Stars, buzz, doubts - away.
Rushing closer to the ocean, we feel nirvana.

Along the way we meet the dawn, mountains, greens - we are observing ..
I skip settling, here it is Ocean - luck.
Palm trees, sun and sand, mango-marakuya juice.
Pati, barbecue, bonfire ...
Rum, party, we have a rest, morning we begin with yoga.

Surf lesson - a story about the waves, about the currents and spots,
sets, reefs, bottom, and swell, pro batch, Eskimorla.
Zinc, protection, lycra, lish, STOP! Relax, gathered!

Little exercise, we pull the leg to the knee,
back hold, look down.
Joke, you can not look down, it's something like a steering wheel.

Everything drove into the ocean! Foam boldly we go through,
Next scary? Do not go?
Off doubt, bustle, relax the brain, catch the first wave!
No, we are still not catching the wave, we are learning how to get up.
We enjoy the water - warm, gentle veil.

Ahead of the sunset at the villa, dancing, games, songs, trash.
Conversations, impressions, small surf-doubts.

Next boat crocodiles. In Garden Spice we were surprised:
there is cinnamon, tea, vanilla, birds, the temple, heavenly calm.

Galle-town, lanes, restaurants and walks.
Fortress, houses, sunset - we are going to Neptune again.
I haven't played that way to Mafia yet, just rjak and tupnyak, but without this in any way!

Super dinner by the pool: rice, shrimp and squid, mussels, lettuce, lobsters.
Tea Ceylon, coffee, bikes, local cool T-shirts!
Croutons, games and riddles. Awww, I'm losing sneakers again!
Morning breakfast, charging.

Surf now, yesterday and tomorrow, we are sick, guys!
Awesome disease, you get high, you rest,
hands, press, brains swing.
Difficult to describe in words, I'll try later.

Last December day, a lot of thoughts, plans of strength.
All asked by the ocean? Recall all friends and loved ones
wish them with all my heart - to give here, with you!
Share the moments of happiness, sit and dream,
all imagine hug.

Here is a surprise that gave us - the light turned off the rain.
There is even something in it, candles, music and harps,
it was not dim at all!

A party was on: drums, dances, dances,
the explosion of bottles, happiness - masks.
Lobsters and oranges, photos, trash and tangerines.
Disco and bonfire, New Year approached us!
We meet him together, together we are all in the ocean!
Hugs, enderfin, three of psychos on the lineup,
a little silence, fuh ...
She returned, the trio in the sense - Sasha, Masha, Kostya.
You guys surf at night brost!

We don't rest for a couple of days, we meet new ones.
In parallel we have a rest: Ritulek, Natashka, Chris .. Olchi fotkaet for an encore.
Yoga, mantras and bonfires, saris, rzhaks and umbrellas.
Rum, guitar, and arbor, very thick shrimp.
Volleyball, courage and sleep.
Breakfast, pancakes and cereal.
Toast, jam and dance again.

Putting things in trip, waterfalls, mountains, jeep,
jungles, moose and deer, birds, buffaloes, migraines.
Iguanas and voran, antelope, durian?
Train, people, trash on the rails,
serpentines, songs, horse - we sing in the bus.

Freshes, juices, mango peshen,
Australian and Japanese, snot-soup, and tasteless rice,
sangria, t-shirt, search. I drove, drove into the room?

We sleep, stupid, rise and breakfast, it was super and now,
we want to return our beach.
What was there after the trip?
A bunch of local strange dishes:
Curry, rice, cabbage, soy, lentils and beans.
Dancing, dancing, bike, tuk-tuk.

We meet Christmas, in the morning we go to the underground temple,
Buddha, please, silence, fountain, lotus, sticks, stinkers.
Fish-sign-ring. Human face?
And now we are waiting for the lighthouse: Types of mountains, vast water,
parrots, ships, amazing sunset -
He charged us with warmth, positive and good.

Ahead of the competition, did everyone prepare for them?
It was fun and difficult.
Someone was waiting for his wave, who was swimming cautiously, someone had captured the dream.
Everyone tried, smiled, strained, did not hesitate.
From the bank, Serge, Stas, a telephoto and 2 cripples just ran away from us.

Fuh, guys, enough to surf, We want to ignite the crowd,
get dressed, go hang out!
Here is avus, rum, tequila, we dance and orem
Everything mixed up in the rain.
Dram, repchina, trash, perchin?
Chairs, racks, bar - all climbed and laugh,
all get high and spit.
After all, our good friend Andrew took with him the "loops".

Everything, it remains very little. Last day, vanity, I do not write for a reason.
I do not know how to finish, what else can I say?
Just hard to describe!
I remember, Sasha touched us.
We sang songs and played, tears dripped from our eyes,
the ocean made noise once more.
NOT! Of course not the last, because we have all become sick, and
literally very soon - we will experience Kaif waves ..