Depending on the odds you give me, you can say that I am
going through a third or half life crisis by selling most of my possessions and
travelling the world. My 29th birthday was wild with Jess getting me
a tattoo so we wanted to go all out for my 30th - which provided mixed results.
We finished work last week and decided to start the travel
part of our vacation with a bang and go to a five day Surf Camp. Monday morning
we jumped on a bus and travelled about 2hrs South West to 7 Mile Beach. The
camp was a quick walk away from a pristine beach that was made for beginner
surfers like us.
We split into groups and hit the water in our standard
issue, make-you-look-like-a-fat-white-chubbo, wetsuits and started our lessons.
The first couple days were spent finding new muscles to ache and ways to bail
off a surf board in the least graceful way. Jess, of course, made it look easy
and was getting private lessons from an instructor that thought he could
replace me. I was making steady progress and consistently getting up. We were greeted to Dolphins swimming offshore for a couple of the days and one of Jess’s other boyfriends, (who she named Sawyer – Lost reference), was fit enough to paddle out and get some great video of them on a GoPro. The night life consisted of stuffing our faces and falling asleep early feeling like the waves were still floating you on the bed.
At the very end of the third day I caught a wave, crashed
and rolled up on shore like the whale that I am and realized that it felt like
a donkey had kicked me in the ribs and I was having trouble breathing. I
figured I got hit by the board and the sting would lessen as the night wore on.
Boy was I wrong! I woke up on my 30th Birthday with a mystery bulge
in my rib cage and was having trouble with simple tasks like sitting, standing
or lying. I figured the water would help me stretch things out and make me feel
better. Wrong again. It was official… I am old. I missed out on one and a half
lessons but took the opportunity to take an extra couple of thousand photos of
Jess not being old.
All in all it was an amazing trip and another good birthday story. We will continue to surf when we can, and think that the camp was and awesome place to meet some great people and have fun even when you are reminded of your own mortality.
The Surf Camp crew.