Rob and I decided to have a few ales overlooking Waikiki Beach. Right in front of us was an old guy who had set up a comfy spot. He had his beach umbrella, his recliner chair and his bags full of goodies. He lay back and read his book of poetry and happily ignored the Japanese tourists taking his picture.
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| Father Time's Camp |
"Who is that old guy?" I ask the waitress.
She tells us he comes to the beach twice a day every single day. They have nicknamed him Father Time.
After a while, Father Time get up and commences waxing his long board. He waxes and waxes....he is fit. Rob goes up and has a chat with him.
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| Waxing away |
He tells Rob that he four score and four and looking for more. He says he has no one so he comes to the beach everyday and surfs. I guess he chats when he can find an english speaking tourist.
Father Time...the original surfie dude.
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