Australia part I
So leaving New Zealand was hard, but landing in Melbourne and driving down to Torquay, which Inhaber quite a connection with, made me muss NZ even more. I started appreciate NZ even more while driving through a boring and flat Australia. Don't get me wrong it's quite nice here and I don't wanna offend anyone, but it's worlds apart.
Anyway I made it to Torquay, caught up with Sean, the owner of the hostel, surfed bumpy Winki Pop and struggled to find anything in the southeasterly that has been blowing every day. Well shopping in the outlets was quite successful and hanging with the current long terms of the hostel and going to the brewery was fun, but I was on a time shedule.
So here we Go driving east through all the heavily burned bush land was terrifying. You could still smell the burn when scrolling down the windows. I arrived in Merimbula where Robbie welcomed me with open arms. We cooked a lot, we laughed a lot and surfed a lot as well. The lefthand sandbar was working all week and I scored probalby few of the best waves I had in my life. What a hidden nugget. Best spot ever.
Sadly the time was flying by and I needed to go on although I wanted to stay. Next stop Port Kembla where I was visiting Skye who I met in Dunedin on New Years Eve. She is an ex pro surfer and literately always smiling even going through some tough times lately. Her parents were so lovely that I needed to stay a whole week. Haha.
But eventually I moved on as well and had some really good surf at the northern beaches of Sydney. Stunning and definately a place to settle. Next stop beautiful Avoca before I got stuck at Norah Heads, because the surf was just so good. Alltogether the Central Coast is a great place for surfing. Never too busy and there is always something. That's why I had some extended days in Forster and Boomerang Beach.
The rest of the coastline got skipped until I jumped into Arrawata Point and later that day Yamba. The kilometers fly by on the way to Byron Bay where I wanted to stay for a few days to slow down the pace. Byron itself didn't flash me, but Lennox head had some double overhead waves and I scored quite a few very long ones. It es so good that I didn't even care getting cut up on the inside while making it back in and were still laughing.
Snapper Rocks! Snapper... ROCKS. So much even. I caught a couple of less crowded sessions and had heaps of waves to snapper standard. Even D'bah was good and so peaky that even with 150 guys within 250 m I still had more than expected. Bought a new board, sold one, kept hunting that ominous barrel. Time was up, two month in Australia almost gone. So off to the Airport for Fiji. Oh wait I changed my plans. Remember back at the beginning my whining about the scenery? Yep, I changed to flight to NZ.
Anyway I made it to Torquay, caught up with Sean, the owner of the hostel, surfed bumpy Winki Pop and struggled to find anything in the southeasterly that has been blowing every day. Well shopping in the outlets was quite successful and hanging with the current long terms of the hostel and going to the brewery was fun, but I was on a time shedule.
So here we Go driving east through all the heavily burned bush land was terrifying. You could still smell the burn when scrolling down the windows. I arrived in Merimbula where Robbie welcomed me with open arms. We cooked a lot, we laughed a lot and surfed a lot as well. The lefthand sandbar was working all week and I scored probalby few of the best waves I had in my life. What a hidden nugget. Best spot ever.
Sadly the time was flying by and I needed to go on although I wanted to stay. Next stop Port Kembla where I was visiting Skye who I met in Dunedin on New Years Eve. She is an ex pro surfer and literately always smiling even going through some tough times lately. Her parents were so lovely that I needed to stay a whole week. Haha.
But eventually I moved on as well and had some really good surf at the northern beaches of Sydney. Stunning and definately a place to settle. Next stop beautiful Avoca before I got stuck at Norah Heads, because the surf was just so good. Alltogether the Central Coast is a great place for surfing. Never too busy and there is always something. That's why I had some extended days in Forster and Boomerang Beach.
The rest of the coastline got skipped until I jumped into Arrawata Point and later that day Yamba. The kilometers fly by on the way to Byron Bay where I wanted to stay for a few days to slow down the pace. Byron itself didn't flash me, but Lennox head had some double overhead waves and I scored quite a few very long ones. It es so good that I didn't even care getting cut up on the inside while making it back in and were still laughing.
Snapper Rocks! Snapper... ROCKS. So much even. I caught a couple of less crowded sessions and had heaps of waves to snapper standard. Even D'bah was good and so peaky that even with 150 guys within 250 m I still had more than expected. Bought a new board, sold one, kept hunting that ominous barrel. Time was up, two month in Australia almost gone. So off to the Airport for Fiji. Oh wait I changed my plans. Remember back at the beginning my whining about the scenery? Yep, I changed to flight to NZ.
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