Learn to Surf Weekend

Surf weekend - 16/03/

On Friday the 16th of March at exactly 1800 it was time for our real Australian weekend! We went on the Learn to Surf weekend in a small town two hours south of Sydney.
Well, it wasn't 1800 sharp, actually it wasn't even 18 hundred something anymore when we left the Scubar to hit the road. One of the buses was stuck in a bad traffic jam so we headed off to the camp about one hour late.

In the bus all members of our little surf-nubies-group were in an excellent mood. Loud Surfer music was guiding our way to the camp and the bus, although with no dampers, was humming monotonously over the road.







I have to admit that from time to time I doubted that we arrived safely in the camp... ;)





We arrived in the dark. That way it was really hard to see anything of the camp at all and so it wasn't until the next morning (, after a couple of beer in the near by park and a very short night)
that we could have a look at our cute camp.















Despite only four hours of sleep there was no time to relax, it was time to surf!!!



After a small breakfast we became our wetsuits in which we looked really amazing. And how comfortable wet clothes are! Unbelivable! *g*
It was quite an afford to fit in there but finally we made it and we were ready to go to beach to collect our boards...









Don't we look gorgeous?
(I should have skipped breakfast...hehe!)




On the beach we got our boards and headed to the water. But it still took quite a while to get on the board. First we had to do a lot of ridiculously looking exercises which were only for the instructors to have a good laugh! At least that's what I'm convinced of!







Yes... the stranded wale on the picture.... that's me!





Well unfortunately I couldn't make it to stand it on the board this day, so there are no further pics of that day. But at least now I know how a surfboards looks from the bottom! And I know pretty well how much it hurts when it hits your head over and over again! I mean who can say that? And that way I had a very good excuse to drink as much salt water as I wanted without anyone thinking I was a freak! What a day! *g*

After that day we all just fell to bed with our slightly worn out knees...
No one was able to move without whining, but never the less we were happy. The others because they did stand on the board and me because I had swallowed enough salt to kill a normal human being but just enough for me to eat a potato... and that without the dispensable potato under it!


We all agreed, we found heaven! Well at least something that is quite close to it, if you forgot about the pain every move included and the throbbing of the knees...

The next day my whole body was sour but that could keep me from surfing again. What kept me was my inability to surf... *g*
But after I got a bigger board than the one I had the day before I finally managed to do it! At last!





Which size do you want? - Give me the biggest you have! *G*




It was amazing to stand on the board and wait until you are carried back to the beach! I have to admit that I was carried back to the beach just because I didn't know how to get off the board in decent way and without looking like a wet sac of potatoes....













That was the story of how I learned to surf in Australia...
What I didn't tell is that this is also the story of how I got sinusitis with bad fever, completely wrecked knees and feet in Australia.


But it was worth it! I would do it again at any time!




Last but not least: Thanks to our instructors! You had a hard time with me! *G*