Surf: 20 times
5:40 PM - I’m back on the bottom bunk with a massive hangover after a full day’s surfing at Seal Rocks. The group is mostly made up of 20 year old’s from the US. This place is like one big ‘frat’ party.
The food up here is pretty bad and I pray that dinner is just a nice, clean bbq. They must be making a fortune with around 50 people paying $200.
Seal Rocks is beautiful. The rock formations are amazing, with massive slate mountains jutting out of the sea at a 60 degree angle. I read a plaque on the headland at Seal Rocks that said in 1895, a steam boat struck rocks in a terrible storm and sank, taking 65 people to the bottom.
Some of the instructors are really nice – one of the blokes is so Aussie and I’d guess that most of his jokes are lost on the Americans. I laughed when he described a scene from Puberty Blues when a ‘mole’ is screwing three guys in the the back of a ‘fuck truck’. The reason for the story was that one of the instructors was in the movie as the 3rd man getting ‘slops’. His nickname has been ‘slops’ every since.
The morning session was spent having a crash course with the good looking, 'big breasted' instructor away from the main group. I was with one other guy, Tom, because we’d surfed before. He was much better than me. Anyway, the lesson involved lying on the board, putting the hands under the chest ("so you can tweak your nipples"), pushing up and sticking the bum in the air. Then it’s the back foot forward, then the front, keeping the weight on the back leg. I can do it all without thinking, but I’m not sure about the ‘weight’ or the ‘keep your hands on the rails’ bit.
Afternoon at the point with a longboard was great. I was able to surf right to shore and TURN! Yes, I’ve done what I’ve come to do…TURN.
The call has gone out, the beer’s here! Music’s up loud. Maybe a few more drinks will fix the hangover :)
