Bin surfin. No relation to Bin Laden, but a bit worrying all the same. The instructor had the classic long-haired look without the beard. And burning eyes. No Kalashnikov on the mini bus seat if you failed to rise, so to speak.
The guy started the day as a joker (“Irish, eh, how many beers do you guys need to get board” to a party of hungover participants from Belfast). But he soon got serious, without being serious. Lot’s of warm-up stuff, stretching (he was the guy who said “it’s what hippies call yoga” – what a lovely comment). Then the technique. Some of us, certain unmentionable blonde females took to this like the proverbial duck to water. Others of us couldn’t catch a cold, never mind a wave.
But eventually, and to use another quote from said instructor, “feel the motion from the ocean”. And even people with sufflé muscles can rise more than once.
¨Feel the motion from the ocean”. What a lovely cliché. On hold till the right job comes up. Sea-U. Need a copywriter?
Wonderful, wonderful day. OK, I need to go back for another lesson, but Pia. Impressive.
And seriously, if you ever get the chance. Just do it. If you don’t you could probably twist that in Oz to “Just die hot”. The guys we went with were called style surf. www.stylesurfingbyronbay.com. When in Byron...
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