MY FIRST OVERSEAS TRIP, BACK IN 1982, WAS A HARD ACT TO FOLLOW. I WAS OFF TO KAUAI, AS EXOTIC A PLACE AS YOU COULD IMAGINE FOR A BONDI SEWER RAT.
My older (now late) first cousin, Steve Pitt, had cleverly managed to install himself there (by marrying a local girl) the culmination of years of surfing
