In early August Holly and I made our triumphant return to Song Jeong Beach, where we were met with excellent baby-waves (perfect for beginners like us!) and throngs of people on tubes, boogy boards, windsurfing apparati, and the like. To say the beach was crowded would be the ultimate understatement.
But by some stroke miraculous fate, we hung around the beach long enough to see the clock strike 6:00 pm and the beach subsequently empty at an exponential rate. I guess the two lifeguard guys hugging on a sea doo, blowing whistles at people like their lives depended on it, were enough to scare away most people.
But by some stroke miraculous fate, we hung around the beach long enough to see the clock strike 6:00 pm and the beach subsequently empty at an exponential rate. I guess the two lifeguard guys hugging on a sea doo, blowing whistles at people like their lives depended on it, were enough to scare away most people.
The beach devoid of life (except surfers), the water's concentration of urine dropping quickly, and the sun ducking at a pretty darn quick pace, Holly began to work her magic. This wave monster was caught on camera a couple times (with a waterproof camera, might I add), owning the beach like it was put there with the sole purpose for her to give surf lessons to onlookers. I had a great time watching her this fine evening. It all came together and we left that night with enormous smiles that can only come from an activity such as surfing.
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