THE LAST LAVA LAMP
A CARIBBEAN ADVENTURE
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pulled from Dane Gudauskasâ€™ Lava Lamp Brick of Swiss
Cheese Deliciousness, SURFING, July 2013 Dane Gudauskas with a Caribbean slice through a lava-lamp blue sea. PHOTO: JIMMICANE
D E L I RI U M on the open seas
Soberi n g
RE A L I T Y i n Maui
P R AY F O R E X I L E Sweet
FA N TA S Y i n B ra z i l
LITTLE BLACK MAGNETS IN A SEA OF BLUE
Isn’t it funny how everyone has that little voice inside their head? And how that voice talks with you, back and forth, all day long? Just a tiny little dialogue from a tiny little voice. Sometimes it’s a delusional rant, but other times, it takes spectacular shapes of pure honesty between you and, well, yourself. These bits and pieces define what we see and perceive as humans. And we saw plenty on our trip to the Caribbean, but the perception, well, that’s up to you…
—Dane Gudauskas 4
Has anyone ever told you that the rockin’ of a ship is like a woman’s hips?
It’s all in the hips. Blake Jones putts for a birdie
Dane, king of the cows.
you wanna know the secret to cooking on a boat?
Itâ€™s love, man, and just love. 12
they told us that only two people had ever surfed there before us and that they left in body bags, man. They said, “Dey be sleepin’ in da morgue right now.”
Not a bad way to go.
The water was so blue it felt like a lava lamp. Trip on that, man: surfing on liquid blue lava.
There were so many holes out there, brotha, it looked like a brick of blue Swiss cheese. A lava lamp brick of Swiss cheese deliciousness. Are you grooving to this yet?
Dane forgot to tie down the sail.
when you pull up to a new spot that not many people have ever seen, you start to freak.
And I mean freak, man.
Alejandro on a right that was calling his name.
You gotta loosen up already, â€˜cause this is the Caribbean. This is where magic happens and where your dreams exist, OK?
So, this is about th the trip when your start kicking in,
A call to arms. 32
he time of r sea legs
All that beauty is nice, b a brotha canâ€™t go too fa wettinâ€™ the rails a littl 36
but you know ar without le. Without carving the turkey 37
You werenâ€™t born for this job, but here you are, man.
Youâ€™re a sailor now. 40
Dylan swears he still wonâ€™t get an anchor tattoo. 41
This is groovy, man. F--kin’ volcanoes burstin’ right out of the ocean.
You canâ€™t control it, man, you just
got to let it goooo. Alejandro, no-grab freedom. 45
Following the flying fish, man,
itâ€™s beautiful. Dylan
So weâ€™re sailinâ€™, but we got on land for a little bit, too. Long enough to feel the vibes, and oh,
they were str
Drinks that keep pace with the vibes.
Itâ€™s like one tion of posit
that just leaves you danc
e giant collective soul power
cing in the streets, OK?
Dane, backside island grab.
They speak French over here, for crying out loud — FRENCH!
That’s the language of love, my brotha 56
Dylan, lounging on a rail.
Spell that shit out in garlic on a sauté pan, shower it down with some olive oil, a little onion, and BAM — we’re dancin’.
Frontside punt minced with a grab.
Dylan, spun out.
Mee drin sand man.
t a woman, share a nk, feel some warm d between your toes,
Thank you for
Isn’t it funny how everyone has that little voice inside their head? And how that voice talks with you, back and forth, all day long? Just a...