And so the final weekend of the summer hols draws to a close. And what a frikking fine summer it's been. For once we got blessed with some stonkingly good weather. From just before Christmas right up til now we've had absolutely stunning days - min wind, lekker warm water, hot as Hades, always something rideable. What more could you want?
Less SUP's maybe! Yrr, these ou's infested St Francis, counted 8 out one morning. They really screw the line-up up good and proper, and are a right hazard out there.....massive boards flying all over the place when the muppets fall off (as they always do!) Amazing that no-one got there pips crushed out there. Still struggle to see the sense of it all - there's nothing remotely graceful about riding a wave in a half squat looking like a carrots stuck up ya ass is there?
The beachies out west delivered as usual. Anne's lit up early Dec, with fire-craker lefts (check the vid); followed by the left at Seals - which saw you get either the pit...or the thrashing....of your life. Andy Lenton donated his favourite board to the bank. Gotto pay the band as they say....
Vaalies provided endless hours of entertainment.....what beats wearing your boardies over a FULLsuit; strapping your board onto the roofracks wax side up and fins forward....in the midday sun; getting sucked out by the rip whilst holding onto your newly bought surfboard and doing froggie kick instead of paddling (fail)....but then getting rescued by Faye after all the other ou's ignore you (score); discovering the urchins lurking between the Seals rocks; getting your blow-up pool toy ripped outta ya hands and across the bay by a sudden westerly gust; finding out that you can't just drive your fancy ass boat straight out the river mouth....cos there's these stupid things called SANDBANKS...duh!
Besides their giveaway GP registrations, they're pretty easy to spot outta their cars too. Poppies in stilletto's, sequined handbags and placked on make-up....at the Spar! Fenders hanging off the sides of their boats as they choeff through the canals...music blaring from their onboard speakers....thinking they're SO cool, but actually failing so badly that even the Model C education system couldn't pass them. When will they learn that when you try to be cool you're immediately uncool....just chill ou's, stop trying so hard!
The Seals boys partied hard and surfed hard....they hit the New Years parties til the wee hours of the morning, then went and grabbed their boards and were in the surf before the sun came up! And man, the NY's surf cooooooked. Classic case of "snooze you lose", as by midday it'd eased up considerably. Those ou's still dossing on the beach at Anne's when I was coming in from my surf missed it! Not only did you miss the surf, you got sandfleas in ya ears, seri-ass sunburn, lost ya shoes...and almost certainly your wallet. And probably have zero recollection of the previous nights activities....um, so why'd you do it eh?!
Someone planted a Stop sign at Seals beach. Crowds were thick, but the vibe was chilled, so all was good. Roll on 2012, we ready for you!!