"Dumb fat American," the clerk was thinking no doubt. This was the third time I decided to employ their services today.
I was at Manly harbor ready to take in some snorkeling, but the equipment was sold out. The water was smooth and the air had a nice gentle breeze, so I decided to do some kayaking. I paddled out in the harbor for an hour's rental, but had such a good time I came running back to the stand and asked for another.
There was a couple from the UK that launched besides me. They asked if I had a watch, which I told them I told time by the sun. They didn't buy it either. The man was a burly looking sort with rough beard and a body covered in tattoos, but he had a friendly demeanor. We started splashing each other, then his wife locked eyes with me.
With a stern look she started paddling straight towards me. Oh it was on. I did the same as we stared each other down wondering who was going to chicken out. I started paddling harder and harder gaining fierce momentum as I glided across the water. It was time to show these Brits what real American brass was made of. She started to match speed with me, but I wasn't about to let up. Our bows got closer and closer to each other...
...ok I lost the first round. The girl showed me up. Humbled by her humiliating splash and laughter I was but undaunted. It was time for round two of which I was the big winner.
Third round was won by myself. I was on a roll.
Then the guy started to join in on the fun. Surprisingly he was more chicken than his gal and was loudly reminded of that fact by her. Still we had a good time splashing about and calling each other friendly names.
I spent most of the day in the water soaking in enough sun that's unhealthy for God and man. I was so sweaty I had to buy a shirt so as to not offend the locals in the bar I've been frequenting.
I've done so much beach combing, hiking, sightseeing, and even got in a show at the Sydney Opera House. My vacation (holiday) is only half over. Truly this has been amazing. A friend asked me if I'm coming back home. I told her I am, but maybe just to get my stuff.
"Mmm, well that whole thing about having to look tough has never left Australia." - Robert Forster