Surf
For your pleasure and to honor Darmin’s passion, the son of Dream Island, here are some pictures of him with his friend Lewin.
Surf in Moorea
Surf is a source of rare pleasure, a way invigorating toward the recovery, an exceptional physical adventure and even a fountain of youth.
This passion for waves and sport make the waveboard a totem. Surf becomes a warrior culture and the surfers become members of the tribe putting up their "maestria" of the mythical arm.
The surfers do not resemble to anyone. Colossus or teenagers, they are sculptured by the same activity: their arms and shoulders become tools to row, their backs are built by dint to throw back.
Even the most imposing of them acquire this lightness of swimmer, an agility developed by dancing on the waves.
The surfers love to watch water, the waves and the sky. Their eyes are the reflect of a Life, immersed themselves in this untimely expanse who gives her value to the rest of the World.
And finally when a surfer leaves with a wave, you observe him sculpted this little water wall in an huge expanse that the World seems, during a period of time, big enough for all of us.
The curves of the surfers and, by extension, the efforts of the men resemble to some tiny undulations in a world submerged by lots of most biggest tubes.
For your pleasure and to honor Darmin’s passion, The Son of Dream Island, here are some pictures of him with his friend Lewin, made last week nearby the "motu".


















