We're driving again, just a short distance along the impressive and snaking road through the trees and cut into the cliff, trying to find some more surf. The sun cuts sharp rays through the dense bush, catching in the sweet smelling smoke from a controlled bush fire. It reminds me of the smell of burning sage.The music's high and I'm singing along, following the sturdy rump of my sisters van ahead. The open window blows my hair into my eyes and cools my right arm into tingly shivers.
