North Shore Day-1... No offence to Hawai'i but I hate the first day here. Nothing to do with the place or the waves it's just the frickin' time zone. 10-hours behind the Queens own Greenwich Mean Time it is and that's a right shitter. Meaning 10pm in Hawai'i is 8am GMT- so you're trying to go to sleep when your body clock is expecting to be waking up. The boffins call this phenomenon 'jet lag'. The only known cure is prodigious amounts of coffee.
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Surfers need to eat. Can't perform or endure unless you've got fuel in the machine. So with that in mind I've added a new category to the site- namely 'Noshing'. Food, eateries and more encountered on the road in this surfing life from roadside stalls to as posh as I can afford -as in not that posh- restaurants. Now Canary Wharf is in London. The big village that runs England. It's not renowned for it's surf but it does play home to a lot of surfers and if you are going anywhere more tres exotique then odds on you're around London to go to an airport (if you're going to City airport this is right on your flight path)...
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