Sunday, December 24, 2006
Hey there all,
It is about midday here in Sydney. I am at a family friends house chilling
solo on Christmas. I am planning a few weeks in Eastern Australia right now,
which I think will be centered around Sydney and Brisbane for surfing, then
up towards Cairnes and Port Douglas for some diving. Nick flies in tomorrow
at about 7am, so Im going to meet him at the airport, and hopefully have
everything in order for our little adventure. If both of us make it out of
the next three week alive, im going to be suprised. I have a good feeling
that Nick and I will be in fisticuffs more than once or twice on the trip.
The fights that we would have in the Beach Patrol vehicle on Ocean Beach were
savage, and crazed, but in the end we would always be able to hug it out.
The last couple of weeks were what dreams are made out of. My stay with Zeke
in Dunsborough was epic. We surfed each morning, drove off road in the
afternoons, then drank copius ammounts of man sodas in the evening, all
topped off with a home cooked meal by all the boys at the pad. Most nights
were were in bed by ten or eleven, due to being so tired, and waking up at
seven in the morning to surf. The surf was good for most of the time I was
there, and when it wasn't we went out anyway and had a blast. I don't recall
how far we got into my travels with the last email, so ill make sure that I
cover everything, and hopefully not have any repeats.
We did a ton of stuff. The three guys that I lived with down there are
Jecksy (a real estate broker), courtz (a tradie/boozehound), Aggis (a
winemaker/waiter/self proclaimed Don Juan). Btw, a tradie is a construction
worker. They all live in a great house that Jecksy owns, and they all have
their own lives which co-inside with each others, but surfing is the main
focus. One of my first days in town we went and watched courtz and some
other friends in their weekly lawn bowling game. Apart from being fun, and
being able to do it shithoused, i think that a big appeal of it is that every
week the team that beats their opponents with the largest margin of victory
gets a carton of piss. A carton of piss after the matches is mandatory, but
if its for free then it tastes all that sweeter.
During the entire stay, one of the underlining activities was going and
checking the cray pots. Lobster season started, and everyone has a pot in
the ocean waiting to catch a couple of crays. A few times a week, we would
get a whole lot of piss, then get out on the boat and check the pots. On the
way back in, we'd troll for hezzies (herring), then use it for bait on the
next time out.
The boys also own a jet ski, and in the evenings, we took it out and skurfed
in the bay. We'd go down to the beach, bring piss, and take off from the
beach on a sufboard, and buzz around the bay trying not to fall too hard.
When we were waiting for our turns, we would play catch with a raquetball in
the water. With a few bottles of piss in us, it would quickly turn to "skip
the ball off the water, and into your friends back or face" game. While
doing this you have to watch out for stingers (jellyfish), and rays. There
were big ones swimming below us, but as long as you didn't step on em, you
wouldn't end up like the crocodile hunter.
Another thing that we did that wasn't surfing was play tennis. I hadn't
picked up a tennis raquet for years, but it was great to find that since my
last attempt at tennis, i became a lot taller, and it is easier to serve with
some english on it when you are taller. Of course, while playing tennis, we
drank a lot of piss.
In the two weeks that I was there we surfed a ton of different breaks.
Lefty's, Three Bears (mamas, papas, and babies), Guilotine's, Gallow's,
Hangmans, Other Side of the Moon (otherie's), Shallows, and Windmill's. Most
of the spots were lefts, which I don't usually surf, but I had a blast
anyway. Thanks to Hurricane Ditka taking his sweet ass time sending my
wetsuit out to me, I surfed in trunks the entire time, and then got a call
when I got to sydney to tell me that the package got there about an hour
after I left. I made a mistake in leaving the suit in CA, but im still going
to kick kyle in his nuts when I see him.
We didn't go out a ton while I was there, but when we did, we made it
count......big time. I saw a show at a winery. His name is Xavier Rudd. It
was really really really "postitive". I could tell that a lot of the people
there also had soft spots in their heart for dave matthews, john mayer, and
ben harper. That wouldn't screw up my good time though. I drank a few
bottles of wine and had some reindeer sausage, then it was one love, ja.
Zeke and I were in the front of the show, shithoused dancing like stupid
hippies, and pissing people off (we are tall). SOme stupid girl got knocked
out, and then I had to do a medical on her. It was sweet. On the way back
home from the show, I sat in the front seat with some girl's mom. Zeke
worked with the girl, and had dated her. He fell asleep with his face in her
crotch in the back seat, so my ride back to the home consisted of drunken
rambling about how I rule, and trying to not have her mom look back there. I
could tell she didn't really take a huge liking for zeke. I grew on her
though, even though within five minutes of meeting her she said that me and
my tattoos were ugly.
The day after that I felt like fifty bucks, and zeke looked like about three
bucks, so it was a while til we got out of the house. We went surfing that
day, and it made us all feel a ton better, then that night we went out to a
bar called caves, and had a great time there. This place is fixed upon a
national park, and there were botanical gardens and lawns all surrounding the
outdoor bar, and it was also built on top of.....guess what......caves. I
had a great night there. We all took the cab back from there and it
concluded a great weekend. For the next week we surfed and played tennis,
went exploring in the truck, and kept it pretty mellow. On the last two
nights in Dunsborough, i let loose and got pretty sassy. We just bombed
around town for those nights though.
I went back up to Perth and stayed with a girl named Chantelle that Steve is
good friends with. Her and her family welcomed me into their home, and were
super great to me. They fed me well, and Chantelle showed me around Perth.
We went out one night, and then went to a bbq the other night. On a
sidenote...... Chantelle met Steve at camp last year where he was a
maintinence guy....the camp was girl scouts. Steve was the only male in a
camp situated away from civilization, the rest were GIRL SCOUTS. Steve is a
sandbagin son of a bitch indeed. love you bro. I got a really good feeling
that Steve and I might me coming back to this end of the world very soon.
Now we are all up to date. I have Nick coming in tomorrow, Zeke coming in
today for a couple of days in Sydney, and three weeks of good times ahead of
me. From there, who knows. I love and miss everyone, Happy holidays, talk
to you soon.
Justin
Hey there all,
It is about midday here in Sydney. I am at a family friends house chilling
solo on Christmas. I am planning a few weeks in Eastern Australia right now,
which I think will be centered around Sydney and Brisbane for surfing, then
up towards Cairnes and Port Douglas for some diving. Nick flies in tomorrow
at about 7am, so Im going to meet him at the airport, and hopefully have
everything in order for our little adventure. If both of us make it out of
the next three week alive, im going to be suprised. I have a good feeling
that Nick and I will be in fisticuffs more than once or twice on the trip.
The fights that we would have in the Beach Patrol vehicle on Ocean Beach were
savage, and crazed, but in the end we would always be able to hug it out.
The last couple of weeks were what dreams are made out of. My stay with Zeke
in Dunsborough was epic. We surfed each morning, drove off road in the
afternoons, then drank copius ammounts of man sodas in the evening, all
topped off with a home cooked meal by all the boys at the pad. Most nights
were were in bed by ten or eleven, due to being so tired, and waking up at
seven in the morning to surf. The surf was good for most of the time I was
there, and when it wasn't we went out anyway and had a blast. I don't recall
how far we got into my travels with the last email, so ill make sure that I
cover everything, and hopefully not have any repeats.
We did a ton of stuff. The three guys that I lived with down there are
Jecksy (a real estate broker), courtz (a tradie/boozehound), Aggis (a
winemaker/waiter/self proclaimed Don Juan). Btw, a tradie is a construction
worker. They all live in a great house that Jecksy owns, and they all have
their own lives which co-inside with each others, but surfing is the main
focus. One of my first days in town we went and watched courtz and some
other friends in their weekly lawn bowling game. Apart from being fun, and
being able to do it shithoused, i think that a big appeal of it is that every
week the team that beats their opponents with the largest margin of victory
gets a carton of piss. A carton of piss after the matches is mandatory, but
if its for free then it tastes all that sweeter.
During the entire stay, one of the underlining activities was going and
checking the cray pots. Lobster season started, and everyone has a pot in
the ocean waiting to catch a couple of crays. A few times a week, we would
get a whole lot of piss, then get out on the boat and check the pots. On the
way back in, we'd troll for hezzies (herring), then use it for bait on the
next time out.
The boys also own a jet ski, and in the evenings, we took it out and skurfed
in the bay. We'd go down to the beach, bring piss, and take off from the
beach on a sufboard, and buzz around the bay trying not to fall too hard.
When we were waiting for our turns, we would play catch with a raquetball in
the water. With a few bottles of piss in us, it would quickly turn to "skip
the ball off the water, and into your friends back or face" game. While
doing this you have to watch out for stingers (jellyfish), and rays. There
were big ones swimming below us, but as long as you didn't step on em, you
wouldn't end up like the crocodile hunter.
Another thing that we did that wasn't surfing was play tennis. I hadn't
picked up a tennis raquet for years, but it was great to find that since my
last attempt at tennis, i became a lot taller, and it is easier to serve with
some english on it when you are taller. Of course, while playing tennis, we
drank a lot of piss.
In the two weeks that I was there we surfed a ton of different breaks.
Lefty's, Three Bears (mamas, papas, and babies), Guilotine's, Gallow's,
Hangmans, Other Side of the Moon (otherie's), Shallows, and Windmill's. Most
of the spots were lefts, which I don't usually surf, but I had a blast
anyway. Thanks to Hurricane Ditka taking his sweet ass time sending my
wetsuit out to me, I surfed in trunks the entire time, and then got a call
when I got to sydney to tell me that the package got there about an hour
after I left. I made a mistake in leaving the suit in CA, but im still going
to kick kyle in his nuts when I see him.
We didn't go out a ton while I was there, but when we did, we made it
count......big time. I saw a show at a winery. His name is Xavier Rudd. It
was really really really "postitive". I could tell that a lot of the people
there also had soft spots in their heart for dave matthews, john mayer, and
ben harper. That wouldn't screw up my good time though. I drank a few
bottles of wine and had some reindeer sausage, then it was one love, ja.
Zeke and I were in the front of the show, shithoused dancing like stupid
hippies, and pissing people off (we are tall). SOme stupid girl got knocked
out, and then I had to do a medical on her. It was sweet. On the way back
home from the show, I sat in the front seat with some girl's mom. Zeke
worked with the girl, and had dated her. He fell asleep with his face in her
crotch in the back seat, so my ride back to the home consisted of drunken
rambling about how I rule, and trying to not have her mom look back there. I
could tell she didn't really take a huge liking for zeke. I grew on her
though, even though within five minutes of meeting her she said that me and
my tattoos were ugly.
The day after that I felt like fifty bucks, and zeke looked like about three
bucks, so it was a while til we got out of the house. We went surfing that
day, and it made us all feel a ton better, then that night we went out to a
bar called caves, and had a great time there. This place is fixed upon a
national park, and there were botanical gardens and lawns all surrounding the
outdoor bar, and it was also built on top of.....guess what......caves. I
had a great night there. We all took the cab back from there and it
concluded a great weekend. For the next week we surfed and played tennis,
went exploring in the truck, and kept it pretty mellow. On the last two
nights in Dunsborough, i let loose and got pretty sassy. We just bombed
around town for those nights though.
I went back up to Perth and stayed with a girl named Chantelle that Steve is
good friends with. Her and her family welcomed me into their home, and were
super great to me. They fed me well, and Chantelle showed me around Perth.
We went out one night, and then went to a bbq the other night. On a
sidenote...... Chantelle met Steve at camp last year where he was a
maintinence guy....the camp was girl scouts. Steve was the only male in a
camp situated away from civilization, the rest were GIRL SCOUTS. Steve is a
sandbagin son of a bitch indeed. love you bro. I got a really good feeling
that Steve and I might me coming back to this end of the world very soon.
Now we are all up to date. I have Nick coming in tomorrow, Zeke coming in
today for a couple of days in Sydney, and three weeks of good times ahead of
me. From there, who knows. I love and miss everyone, Happy holidays, talk
to you soon.
Justin