'I look over at the children of all ages laying out on their long thin wooden planks and riding the waves. They look like kings riding their horses. I smile at those little Black kings who are enjoying life away from the outside world. No television, no smart phones, and not even board games like chess. It may seem strange but they are cheerful. Pokun, this cheerful boy, wearing just long white shorts down past his knees. He runs towards me as soon as he sees me. He is excited to see me. He asks me to ride the waves with them. I resist, I did not want to go and tell him I cannot swim very well. But he keeps insisting to go wave riding and so I follow him.'
(Introduction)