Into the wild
After travelling for countless hours I finally arrived in Launceston at a small airport in the north of Tasmania. It was New Year’s Eve and my friend Stefan wanted desperately to leave straight to the northwestern part of the island in order to start the New Year with some beers on the beach. Tired was not the right word for my state of mind. After the countdown “3, 2, 1 Happy New Year” I passed out next to the fire and the sound of breaking waves.
The next morning I wanted to go for a shower to get rid of my jetlag when I realized that there is no such thing when camping in nature. It takes some days to get used to taking a shower in an ocean. Especially when your balls shrink to the size of peanuts with water temperatures around 15 degrees. Anyway, the conditions on the water more than made up for it! We sailed at a spot called the Bluff, a head high wave with a good amount of power and fun sections to throw some airs. It’s an amazing feeling to go down a clean face, carve hard into a bottom turn and to hit the lip full speed – I probably am never going to get enough of that feeling!