On day two the swell really rolled in and we were met with big, big waves!
After a long morning that extended well into the afternoon, Pamela and I finally made it to the coast just before sunset.
Upon Pamela's recommendation, we headed straight for Honolua Bay.
Honolua Bay satellite photo
The waves were spectacular and, since I was really lacking surf fitness, I was pretty nervous.
Not knowing the spot at all, and with surfers surfing the whole way up and down the point, I wasn't really sure where I'd surf. I was spoilt for choice.
Pamela and I looked and watched for way too long - with the sun going down we were really cutting into our own surfing time.
We got into our car and drove around to the surfers' car park. I got changed and paddled out. The surf was a bit intimidating for Pamela, so she stayed ashore and took these great snaps.
The standard of surfing was high, and I found it a little intimidating. Guys were pulling into big pits everywhere.
Despite the encroaching development (see background of photo), Honolua Bay does have somewhat of a natural feel about it.
Pamela took too many good shots to chose from. This short sequence reflects a lot of what went down that late afternoon.
Broken boards were unsurprisingly somewhat common that day. And the surfy chicks where also representing. Originating from the south coast of Australia, I'm not too used to seeing broken boards or girls in the water.
Needless to say, the waves were as epic as the sunset.
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