Hawke’s Bay

This story starts off with a blue mini van with surfboards strapped to the roof, 2 blokes, and a kiwi girl. Destination 1… Takou Bay. Destination 2… Matauri Bay , only the best surf breaks ever! But alas this isn’t about surfing, this is about a series of unfortunate events for 3 pimple popping teenagers.

Hooning off in the mini van (aptly named The Brick) excited and amped. Nothing could damper our spirits and the thrill of the wave. The break was about an hour away and we needed to refuel The Brick and our guts. We decided to shoot off to the local supermarket. The kind of supermarket that was way too over priced for the locals, out of stock shelves and chips in the concrete floor (nothing flash about that, but hey, what you don’t know don’t hurt you, as all we teenagers saw was aisles and aisles of food, food, glorious food!).

We used to love sinking our teeth into the little red skinned pre-cooked sausages, so bought a packet of those to munch on. Then we diverted to the local dairy and picked out the tastiest milkshakes on the planet…hmmmm? Lime? Creaming Soda? Caramel? Bloody choices! Lime it is and one each, awesome. Now we were ready to do the miles and talk shit on the way to the ultimate ride. This day was perfect…so far. Continue reading »