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Hoe he'e nalu down south. Calverts Beach, January 2012.

I thought that this Watery Wednesday I'd share an image that demonstrates just how much Hoe he'e nalu has taken Tasmania by storm. If you're not familiar with Hoe he'e nalu - or stand up paddle surfing for those of you who don't speak Hawaiian - it is an ancient form of surfing, and for a time was the preserve of surfing instructors to keep an eye on large groups of students.

Now it seems that every bugger and his dog are in on it! Some claim that the Hoe he'e nalu craze can be explained by the ease with which beginners can master the art, and the excellent inner core workout that you get from all of that stand up paddling.

However, I remain unconvinced by these explanations. My own theory is that in standing up, one’s legs and arms are not dingling and dangling in the water, tasty little treats for any passing Great White. Moreover, if you do happen to spot a roaming monster of the deep – which is far easier in the standing position, by the way) – you’re armed with a useful paddle/ jousting stick to ward off the cunning Carcharodon carcharias off! Take this to its logical conclusion and install a Georgi Markov-inspired poisonous tip for added efficiency!

Comments

Leovi said…
Yes, nice, I love that gorgeous backlight, with great force, greetings.
The silver blue tones and sparkling light in this delightful scene are enchanting! But in particular I love the logical progression of thought behind the "untapped" bonus benefits of this particular kind of water sport! I wonder why the Hawaiians decided to adopt this style of water travel! Simply cheap and convenient with the materials at hand?
Hootin Anni said…
Stunning image, and I loved reading the history of the ancient form of surfing with a paddle. You've managed to allow me to learn something new.

My Wednesday post: UNDER THE SEA
Anonymous said…
Love the photo - light sparkling on the water, thanks for sharing...
2sweetnsaxy said…
It looks like a challenge. Beautiful capture.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. The beach is best to photograph at either ends of the day. I'm hoping with the kids getting bigger, I might get more opportunities to do so.
Kris McCracken said…
Quite right Suzie. Unfortunately my six pack leaves something to be desired.

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