Ha'atafu Surf or Not
We had driven to the top left corner of the island to find where Abel Tasman had come ashore and had passed through the village where the bats live, so successes were us. Our freebie tour book had said that Ha’atafu (just down on the left of the pointy bit of Tongatapu) there was competition surf and showed a picture of a man in a tunnel of water. It had been pouring with rain, very overcast and there was little wind, so our expectations were low. This was all we got.
Bear had gone down to a rock pool to wash his sticky fingers.................................
Bear had waded his way through a foil pouch full of hot chicken curry on a bed of stringy tarot. I had picked at mine and handed the rest over, which he of course slathered his way through. Our food had come from a roadside box with blaring music and a lady who had the reddest fingernails ever seen. The unappealing display. What was she doing with a great big pile of empty foil boxes and tubes...................................I thought it was really tasty, yes, just up your mucky food street...........Anyway, while he was washing his mitts, I had chance to stare out to sea.
Out on the horizon was a different story, we could see massive waves crashing on the reef. Would love to have gone out for a closer look.
We enjoyed what was here.
The best of the rest
ALL IN ALL SO MUCH POTENTIAL
COULD BE AWESOME