Finding Moksha: So many activities.

One of the things I miss most back home is the cruisey days on the weekend I would have with some of my best mates. Those where there was no sailing to be done, or waves to surf, just a day full of random activities.

Like all good days, these ones would always start with a good breakfast, up to eight of us would meet at Petrie Pt, and find somewhere glorious around New Farm or the Gabba for the most important meal of the day. After the meal, usually accompanied by the four-drink phenomenon (water, coffee, juice and tea). It would be time to move on for some activities. These would range from kicking a footy, buying books, a fish tank or other things in the city. But without a doubt, Buck hunter at the Brewhouse would always be on the agenda. That with some lunch beers and an afternoon of sport watching before having a sauna and a spa back at Petrie Pt. would usually cap off a good weekend.

I miss those days, and I can't wait to hang out with everyone again.

There are two reasons why this story popped up, the first is that it is actually a great segue into how last Sunday was for us.

Stuck on a Caribbean Island is fun, but there is only so much sun and beach you can take sometimes. So a few of us decided that this day would be an activity day, which I would loosely base off these activity days at home.

Myself, Cam and Hannah met April at a breakfast venue with the aim of going to Antigua Clays shooting range for some fun. However, with a car and a Lonely Planet in hand, the possibilities soon became endless, a precise program was needed to ensure we got everything done on time for sunset at Shirley Heights.

So it was time to write these activities on a napkin, highlights included:
1051 - Hannah runs into Dave, team to now be referred to as Team 4+1.
1115 - 1345 - Gun Range.
1347 - Apply sunscreen.
1430 - 1610 - Lunch at Dickenson Bay, include swim.
1656 - Return to Falmouth harbour and get taxi to Shirley Heights
1755 - Enjoy Sunset with drinks.
The rest of the evening was a blur, but consisted of "seizure and spaz hand" dancing to the steel drum and reggae bands before free time from 2100 onwards.

The shooting was fun, I always watched the shooting at the Olympics and wonder how impossibly good they are, but after hitting 13 of my first 15 clays and ending up with a hit rate of 65%, I don't think it's too hard (must be the hours of practice during the Buck Hunter days!). I will put a quick video up shortly if you don't believe me.

Overall it was a pretty good day, one of my favourites in a long time.

The second reason for the story at the start, was that Elliott had messaged me saying he and Dillon (two of the big players in the breakfast days at home) would be in Antigua on his tour through Central America as I write this. I was pretty excited, however it turns out there is a town called Antigua in Guatemala, a simple geographic mistake can sometime cause a lot of heartache - sad face.

Keep on keeping on!