FREERIDE SESSION
Obviously on the windiest day, Severne proclaims we have to do some freeride shots. Again something I wasn’t that keen on, as the last time I did that my hips didn’t handle the jarring of the flat rockers on chop that well. Severne assured me that his boards were super smooth riding due to the tonne of “V” in them and that they were a “cushion ride”. There was also the other concern I had of blasting around the lagoon at low tide, as the last time I was here I launched off the beach, hit a rock, got launched again, landed on another rock and cracked a rib. My fears were unfounded however as there was plenty of water and it was actually quite pleasant blasting around the bay.
GOING OFF WITH A BANG
Another memory from previous trips was the presence of fireworks and crackers in shops. Scott Carvill and myself finding it quite funny when he placed a rather large one (bomb pretty much) underneath a fellow Trilogy competitor’s Mini Moke. I’ve grown up a lot since then, but when I saw the fireworks for sale in the supermarket, my inner child couldn’t help but grab a packet to mark the end of a glorious week of wave sailing. These were artillery shells, as it said on the packet, and didn’t disappoint. Each launch was like a space shuttle and it whistled off, blasting into nothingness like a mini universe. Truly amazing you could buy such items off of the shelf in a supermarket. And just as surprising was the next-door neighbour who didn’t even lift his head from reading his newspaper. But this was the last image I savoured as Carter and I were whisked away back to the airport.