Buffet of Girls and Bad Hair

So I recently went surfing, well attempted to anyway. In a word, it was cold. I somehow managed to choose a terrible day to go surfing- there was a cold wind and the water wasn’t exactly warm either. But there we were- in Durban, at sunrise, surfing. Let me clarify a few things- we being myself and a friend from work who offered to show me how its done, sunrise, being the time when we were supposed to see the sun rising but couldn’t due to the overcast rainy weather and surfing loosely interpreted as trying to stand up on a board whilst riding a wave.
Whilst out on the bitterly cold ocean a few things struck me- one was that I quite enjoyed it. The cold was a factor that would most probably change quite easily and could easily be fixed with a wetsuit or other apparel. Two was that everybody had bad hair- I do not think there is a single person in the world with hair that could get through the waves and have good hair, especially girls. It is awesome and I really really enjoyed seeing it as it put everybody on the same level- no makeup, skimpy costumes, fancy clothes etc, just a bunch of humans on in the waves with a common purpose. I can see why the surfing community in general is quite a close knit group.
Now a buffet of girls is not my phase, but it made me laugh. On chatting to a new found friend he mentioned the distinct lack of the buffet of girls he was promised down in Ballito. Oh, Ballito is where I live now- its kinda cool actually. Anyway, I suppose its one of those preconceived ideas that many people have about certain places. In this case, that the girls in Ballito would be, A, plentiful and B, walking along the beach ready to be chosen as suitable chat-up material, or so I would assume is meant by buffet of girls. None the less said friend had not found this buffet and I commiserated the fact with him.
Onwards and upwards as my new boss would say- I’m enjoying life down here and feel that it is where i need to be. I do apologise for the distinctly self centred post about myself, but it is hard to give news about Grant Stephens in the third person.
Be the Buffet (Or rather don’t)