Tron

Yesterday we arrived to Tron. It took us four days to get there - four days of road, falling stars and dusty bones. There are no signs, no guides, no landscape, no nothin. Starring at day two, one must follow the blown clouds and the thick air of sea smell, drive day and night, and pray to be going on the right direction.

Six hours before arriving we met a small group. They were returning from Tron, with stories of the longest left they had ever seen, digging deep into dark green hollow caves of shallow reef delight. Although it wasn't the best season for exploring that side of the coast, with a cold chill of excitement going down the spine and a perpetual grin upon our faces we decide to keep on going. After all, you're allowed to visit Tron only once in a lifetime.

Midafternoon, it was this small and mushy. A strong wind was blowing thru the treacherous empty sea shells. We went for a paddle and for the nine inch waves, starving for salted water and dying for drops between the eyelids. Small is better than zero. Cold is better than quiet.


We're staying for a week. Tomorrow the swell is expected to come, tuned with the orgasmic tide. We'll be here to make it happen.