The first day of this trip was one of the best days of my life. It was pretty normal to start with, stopped at the big prawn, stopped at the rest spot where the truckies chickens live in the trees, a humorous pit stop on the exit road at the service station, countless conversations and finger pointing demonstrations explaining why the picture of miranda kerr (pictured below) was the best picture all of us had ever seen. Plus all that regular driving all day dribble.When we got there and set up our big tarp to hold our spot we grabbed boards and started walking across these massive sand dunes like the ones in africa in endless summer only to find there was no waves, then a storm front came over us and started a big sand storm . After that Stein and morgs were over it and headed back and pickle and i decided to go anyway even just for a swim. Morgs ended up turning around and joining us in the corner of the headland,surf looked shit. Then it stopped raining the waves got bigger and started breaking really long and nice, there wasnt a soul in sight, we were so pumped on it. It kept getting better and better over about an hour and a half , at one point before the sun set there was this strange white light,instead of the normal golden yellow and it made everything green glow really bright, there was also a double rainbow with lightening all around it, dolphins, stingwrays , fish all swimming around while we got waves so long our legs were getting tired. It finally got too dark to surf anymore, and we walked back to our camp along a 4wd track through the bush and told steino all about it. He had been trying to set up his tent in the wind the whole time and had no idea what was going on over the other side of the sand dunes, we felt a little bit bad rubbing it in so much but couldnt stop .
After reading this story you probably think we were off our tits but there was nothing like that.
That was just the first day, the rest were really good too, even the last day when i had to get dropped off (last picture, morgs sticking his head out laughing at me) in this hole called Kempsey for hours to wait for a 7 hour train ride, i have a whole other big story the shit that happened in Kempsey but il save it for another time. Stein, morgs and pickle went back to Byron and got drunk and morgs did some really funny stuff in a maggsy waggon.
