Thursday, January 15, 2009

Appro says, 'shuddup and throw me the ball stupid!'

My mate Appro reckons that nothing is as sweet in life as a new ball or stick. The waves continue to crank and strangely there's still no surfers in sight. I'm migrating back to sunny Melbourne on the 3rd of Feb, so I'm inclined to try and relax a little more also. It's kind of impossible to get too stressed here in this sleepy little corner of the world. And hey, things could be worse right... I could have two broken elbows.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

To the untrained eye, this outlook would create a perfect setting for breakfast. For the surfer with a broken arm, this vista is both cruel and torturous. The waves here in Waimarama have been cranking for a week now, with barely a soul in the water. What's worst though, is that you wake at a sparrow's fart here and have to endure hours of longing every day. Still, it's not to bad on the eye... Just a little hard on the brain.