The Big Dane Who Never Surfed

A Kitesurfer's Diary

I had just arrived at the Hikkaduwa beach in Sri Lanka. Three weeks in a country I've never visited before. It was sunshine, bikinis, friendly people, and such a relaxed feeling all over the area. 

Two days later, in a cheap hostel, a guy greeted me. He was from Denmark. He even had a tattoo with a Danish flag. Later on, I would find out that the bar girls loved it. They freakin loved everything about this guy. He could walk into any bar - no smile and no nothing - sit and play poker with me for an hour, and say almost nothing. Just sit there and play. And just like magic, some hot surfer girl would approach him. Out of nowhere! It happened over and over. He must have mastered the internal game of Law Of Attraction. 

Anyways, we strolled along the beaches, and I decided to rent a surfing board and try the waves. 

To be continued...