Said someone, some time ago. It doesn’t matter. What matters is it’s meaning. Life is a daring adventure and if it’s not, you must make it one. I am working on it. Some things that I was uncertain about, scared of or otherwise questioned I am slowly starting to face.
This weekend I had a chance to live a daring adventure and my dream at the same time. I went to Surf Camp! Yes, that’s a very touristy thing to do and that’s where you learn the basics of surfing, because that’s all you need. The rest is practice, patience and passion. What I have learned this weekend is that I have all these 3 P’s in me. I am glad.
Only 2 hours away from Sydney is a beautiful 7 mile long beach, called ‘Seven Mile Beach’ (surprisingly!) and it is surrounded by a national park. It is something.
You forget that this country is a massive island with endless coastline. This seven mile long beach together with a small town of Gerroa (population 497 – 10% of was us) meant miles of nature and deserted beaches with perfect waves for learning and luckily for us perfect weather, sun, clear waves and on shore wind.
After an introductory night, quick adventure to the beach at night where we were by ourselves surrounded by the trees and crashing waves with nothing but the sand in between. And there was a bite from a camps resident possum. Yes, I got bitten whilst offering an apple. Clearly it’s not heard of a saying “don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
Six a.m. rise on saturday morning and we’re off to the beach. Now I have never worn a wetsuit and as someone who doesn’t like any form of wet clothing or fabric, this was traumatic experience. After a quick training in sand I was off into the sea catching the waves. I must say it’s harder to get to the waves than actually ride one. The board itself is about 8ft plus the wind and current dragging you around not to mention being battered by the waves every few seconds.
It’s all joy once you paddle, go with the wave and you stand up on surf board for the first time. It lasts a few seconds and it’s one of the most amazing feelings in the world. I swear. You should’ve seen my face! The sense of happiness, accomplishment and a whole lot of other great feelings all at once. I think everyone should try that! We had two sessions of surfing that day, 2 hours each enough to exhaust the body, not enough to give up. I had the greatest time ever, and each time I saw hand sign of ‘one more wave’ I was a little sad, because I was like a little kid again. Battling the waves, every time I catch a wave and don’t manage to stand up or nose dive I just want to do it again. I had a fair few nose dives, been hit on head with a surf board and been tossed around underwater. None of this has stopped me from wanting to get up and go back to the waves. I’m glad I did!
Now you would ask what does a population 500 kind of town looks like? Well, it’s on the beach; its amazing! Some trailer trash, some amazing houses and one place to party. Yes one place, and that’s not PACHA, not even close. It’s more like a social club Fisherman’s club they call it. A wee bit cheaper than Sydney, interesting crowd, nice views if it wasn’t pitch black, and live music! Now by live music I mean a trio of middle aged men doing covers of songs none of us youngsters heard of before. At least they were playing guitars and all, we had a few drinks so we hit the dance floor and showed them how to party. We had the blast, so did the locals.
Obviously, once you had a few drinks, you come up with some crazy ideas. Skinny dipping was one of them. I’ve never been on the beach at night before, nor have I done it naked. Damn it , I’m in Australia. So we wen’t ahead, a dozen of us. It was amazing. Waves were glowing with florescent yellow light which is some kind of plankton that I am still trying to figure out the name for. However, it was very surreal and magical lighting up the waves and glowing all around the body. To top it off the sky was absolutely clear with millions of stars and a hint of the Milky Way. I had not seen a sky so clear for a very long time living in London, so we lay there on the beach staring at the sky and living the dream.
This was the most magical weekend of my life by far ( Mardi Gras was amazing too, more on that soon). I learnt to surf, which I can now cross of my bucket list and concentrate on practicing it. Went night swimming in the glowing waves of the ocean naked, enjoyed the Australian sky and spent the weekend with new friends from all over the world. It’s the little things in life like this that makes me feel like I am living. And currently I am living the dream. Here in Australia. It’s the dream and it’s a daring adventure. I’m up for both!
Here’s a video they made of our weekend at the Surf Camp. Unfortunately, I didn’t make the cut, I was too busy catching fighting the waves in the back! 🙂
We went for a weekend away with Surf Camp Australia heading off from Sydney to Seven Mile Beach in Gerroa, NSW. If you fancy learning, I definitely recommend it. Learn to surf, have a great time and it’s a great bonding experience if you go with your mates. Here’s their official Surf Camp promo video: