Blessing of the Fleet.

The Surfing Swami stopped by yesterday for our first open house. He did not stay long, but he did approvingly pass his third eye over the latest editions to our collection of Mega Kayaks. So moved was he, the shredding saint offered to make puga. And by some good stroke of karma, Kristin remembered the coconut at the back of the fridge. After some oming and aarghing, the Surfananda loaded his chillum and went off into semi-transcendental state, at which point the sparks were really flying. The loser monk then gave us a few techniques for better living and hence, better surfing. We did not see him leave.