Max and his wife Min, leave the big city seeking a less hectic life. A simpler day to day existence is what they hope for and they believed it will help solve their marital problems.
They find the perfect village, set up shop and where they think t...
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...If this story really were a television series...
The theme music would build and the opening shot would be from a drone, a hundred feet above. The camera would focus on the waves and the beach at the top of the screen. The audience would see the surfers skimming over the azure sea and the spray in their wakes as the fins cut in.
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The sun would sparkle in the eyepiece and cause a rainbow-coloured lens flare.
The high-definition camera-drone would begin to descend and zoom in as it makes a monumental arc. It would create a long smooth glide, counter-clockwise around the star of the scene, Toey, shirtless and wet, balancing on his board. He'd rocked the ride and make it dig deep into the peak of the wave, just ahead of the roll. Every muscle in his body tensed and adrenalin stoked. Aggro at its best. (surfing slang - Aggro - aggressive)
The broad-angle would take in Max too. His mouth would be wide as he cheered his prize student on. "Epic Nong! Walk to the nose! Bend your knees! Stick your butt out!"
When the view comes full circle, level with the sea and at Toey's back, the beach will be in the distance. The viewers at home would see the young man Ohm, hurdle himself from the sand. His toes would come two feet off of the ground and he'd throw both arms in the air.
The music would reach its crescendo and the camera will swoop again taking in the stars.
Max would joyously nose-dive from where he was standing on handsome.
All smiles, Toey would let everything loosen, fall backward and triumphant from the board.
