Actually, this is not a whinge.
The other piece I started writing was a whinge. And you know what: no-one likes a whinge. I should know that. We're going hiking this weekend. The first rule of hiking is: no whinging. The second rule of hiking is: safety first. And no, there's no conflict in that.
So instead of whinging, I'm going to focus on the positives. Like the rad weekend I had. Had a short surf on friday pm at a nearby beachy. The lesson learned was: if it's good - go. I rocked up, had a look, phoned my buddy who was finishing off work, went and sorted some stuff out, came back and paddled out into a fun little bank working off a rip. Quick bowly right and some drawn out softer lefts. For about 20 mins. Then it started closing out. And carried on closing out. Then my buddy remembered he had cold beers in the car. The decision made itself. Then another buddy arrived. All together now: "You should have been here an hour ago."
We proceeded to a mate's place for a birthday braai. it's a pretty sweet place - on the rocks. And when I say on the rocks, I mean like at high tide there's a gulley under the balcony that washes through. I woke up there to the sound of crashing waves and a slight fog - in my head at least. It was early and I needed to get back to town, and so hit the road. It took about 10 minutes to realise that the fog wasn't lifting and I was in no state to drive. So I pulled into a laybay, rolled back the seat and had an epic dos. An hour later a concerned cyclists woke me. The fog had cleared but I now had images of lycra in my mind and so I took off out of there and found the nearest, expensive, weak, tasteless cup of coffee available. It was alright.
I got back to town. Picked up the girlfriend, and the retro gear and hit the RVCA Rolling Retro surf contest. It was a blast to say the least. It was one of those occasions when there was just too much awesomness going on, that you didn't know where to look. Let's start with the boards. There was too much board-porn going on there. But, it wasn't just eye-candy. You were allowed to touch, hold, carress and even ride any board on offer. Your pops would have done his nut in if he'd been there to see the vintage shapes. On the topic of eye-candy and your pops doing his nut in, this is Cape Town, and we are kinda used to an abundance of belters, but Llandudno on Saturday was something to behold.
Everyone who missed it, I hope to see you there next year. It really has to be one of the highlights on the surfing calendar - along with winter, and the day two weeks after the shaper says my board will be ready. The angels were mostly present and no less gorgeous at the after party. Maybe they distracted the DJ a bit much, and he forgot the retro part of the day. I had a good lag watching some die-hard dancers bust out a head-bang to Limp Biskit. Shame. Remember those guys? Or do they count as retro these days?
My only low point was being snubbed for best dressed surfer. But, I graciously accept defeat the glorious Amy Kins. Amy: take a bow.
And if you're perceptive you will notice that it is a one piece, and it is Llandudno. It was that warm. Lekka stuff.
There - wasn't that better than a whinge?
The other piece I started writing was a whinge. And you know what: no-one likes a whinge. I should know that. We're going hiking this weekend. The first rule of hiking is: no whinging. The second rule of hiking is: safety first. And no, there's no conflict in that.
So instead of whinging, I'm going to focus on the positives. Like the rad weekend I had. Had a short surf on friday pm at a nearby beachy. The lesson learned was: if it's good - go. I rocked up, had a look, phoned my buddy who was finishing off work, went and sorted some stuff out, came back and paddled out into a fun little bank working off a rip. Quick bowly right and some drawn out softer lefts. For about 20 mins. Then it started closing out. And carried on closing out. Then my buddy remembered he had cold beers in the car. The decision made itself. Then another buddy arrived. All together now: "You should have been here an hour ago."
We proceeded to a mate's place for a birthday braai. it's a pretty sweet place - on the rocks. And when I say on the rocks, I mean like at high tide there's a gulley under the balcony that washes through. I woke up there to the sound of crashing waves and a slight fog - in my head at least. It was early and I needed to get back to town, and so hit the road. It took about 10 minutes to realise that the fog wasn't lifting and I was in no state to drive. So I pulled into a laybay, rolled back the seat and had an epic dos. An hour later a concerned cyclists woke me. The fog had cleared but I now had images of lycra in my mind and so I took off out of there and found the nearest, expensive, weak, tasteless cup of coffee available. It was alright.
I got back to town. Picked up the girlfriend, and the retro gear and hit the RVCA Rolling Retro surf contest. It was a blast to say the least. It was one of those occasions when there was just too much awesomness going on, that you didn't know where to look. Let's start with the boards. There was too much board-porn going on there. But, it wasn't just eye-candy. You were allowed to touch, hold, carress and even ride any board on offer. Your pops would have done his nut in if he'd been there to see the vintage shapes. On the topic of eye-candy and your pops doing his nut in, this is Cape Town, and we are kinda used to an abundance of belters, but Llandudno on Saturday was something to behold.
Everyone who missed it, I hope to see you there next year. It really has to be one of the highlights on the surfing calendar - along with winter, and the day two weeks after the shaper says my board will be ready. The angels were mostly present and no less gorgeous at the after party. Maybe they distracted the DJ a bit much, and he forgot the retro part of the day. I had a good lag watching some die-hard dancers bust out a head-bang to Limp Biskit. Shame. Remember those guys? Or do they count as retro these days?
My only low point was being snubbed for best dressed surfer. But, I graciously accept defeat the glorious Amy Kins. Amy: take a bow.
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| Amy, taking a bow. |
There - wasn't that better than a whinge?
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