Moondog and the Dweebs
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007Current Mood:
Cool &
Tired
We’ve spent the last 5 days in beaten up Toyota Landcruisers which we’ve had to push up hills, being stopped by the Cops, driving without lights in pitch black, in a 15 Bed room with 6 other people who all drink, stay up late and snore heavily, the food has been okay at the best of times, the plates and cutlery were all greasy and dirty, the traveler helpers were stoopid, did I mention pushing landcruisers up hills!!! Yet after all that I have one hell of a good time… 2 words – SURF CAMP!
We boarded the bus in Lennox Head and the other 6 were already aboard – we had a great group that consisted of 2 Belgiums – Pino and Manu, 2 Americans – Mike and Ben, 1 Canadian – Ashley and a crazy Icelandic chick called Caitlyn. We’re then introduced to our instructor, a dude called Moondog aka Michael Lavens and he became the girls eye candy on the trip being an ex-model (coming forth in Series 3 of ‘Search for a Supermodel’ in Australia). Everyone got chatting straight away and the bus journey passed in the blink of an eye.
Our driver, Steve-O began to prepare us lunch while we hit the beach for our first lesson from Moondog. Obviously our first lesson was standing up and we were in the water within 15 minutes – all of us managed to stand up pretty much straight away, but only in the white water. Ben and Mike went out back as they are already surfers looking to touch up on their skills.
We shot back to the bus and had a bite to eat followed by Moony’s customary siesta – a one hour period of sleep to let the food go down in between surf sessions, his philosophy being ‘chillin’. The only period of time he knew was an hour and a half, so when asked how long the journey to the next beach/camp/shop is he would always reply an hour and a half (usually between 5 – 45 mins in real person time!).
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The next lesson Moondog taught us about rips – how to use them to our advantage, The Back – where we need to catch waves, The Impact Zone – where we really don’t want to be and The White Water – the left overs from the waves. We just chilled in the water learning to pop to our feet, how to paddle properly and generally just playing in the white water. Really good fun and we all drove to our accommodation for the night (Wey Wey Lodge) totally and utterly ‘stoked’. I got to share the ‘girls room’ while the blokes all festered in each others farts ;).
The following day we caught the big blue bus to the next beach, which was ideal for beginners like most of us. The waves were only around 3 foot, didn’t close out too soon and the swell was gradual, the whole day I spent trying to catch waves from the back with Pino and Manu – but spending most of the time under the water and being washed around the beach, still a bit of perseverance and I caught my first wave from the back – a super cool feeling. My arms were killing me and by the end of the day when Moondog came out to surf with us I could hardly lift them – time for me to go in and watch Moondog rip it up on a foam Mal, he made it look so easy and even through in a few tricks like ‘Shove Its’ and a few aerials (on a Longboard :)).
We made our way to the Surf Camp accommodation with Jackass 2 playing on the bus DVD player, stopping only to pick up pizza and a few beers for the evening. Our accommodation slept 15, but with only 9 of us it gave everyone a bit more room. A good thing considering the volume at which Mike snored! The evening passed with us in the food hall chatting, having a laugh with a few beers.
The following day we said goodbye to Steveo our bus driver as he had to go back to pick up another group. We didn’t know at the time that he also took with him his culinary skills, he was a good cook and the food we got with him was edible and really tasty. We all jumped in the Toyota Landcruiser and like sardines headed towards the next beach, the TL was making some really funny noises and the oil light came on so Moondog pulled in at the garage and bought some to put in. We made it to the beach and had a wicked day of chilling and a bit of surfing, more lessons and another siesta.
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When we boarded the TL again, the engine took a while to start but eventually kicked into life. Trouble being we didn’t have Caitlyn, so drove to the shower block to pick her up! The vehicle didn’t have a handbrake so when we stopped the car to let her in the back Moondog put it in gear and turned off the ignition. Bad friggin’ move! With Caitlyn now loaded into the back he tried the key, nothing, again, nothing… Shit!
Everyone piled out the car and we tried to give it a push start, Lucy was in the hot seat, but after we had pushed for what seemed like miles it turned out that she didn’t know how to jump it :(. So I jumped in (thank god!) and the boys pushed me down a hill, it coughed, spluttered, the wheels locked on the loose gravel and that was it! No luck… Shit!
There were a couple of helpful Oz guys who brought over their jump leads, but with the corrosion under the bonnet they couldn’t get a decent connection on the terminal. No luck, so we had to resort once again to jumping the thing. Boys to the back and we had to push it right to the top of this hill… Shit!
The guy in the hotseat (one of the Oz helper guys!) got a real good push, waited until he had picked up a lot of speed and tried again. Nothing but locked up wheels! Resigned to the fact that we were either sleeping out under the stars with the native creatures and mosquitos or walking back to Surf camp – an hour and a half by car away (according to Moondog!) we dropped our heads and prepared for the worse. Some other Oz dude in one of the big engined utes came past and offered his assistance, he connected the cable to the front of the Land Cruiser and the other to the back of his truck. Moondog jumped in the drivers seat and without warning the guy in the ute set off at some serious pace, fast enough for the door at the back of the Landcruiser to fly open! :P
About 5 mins later moondog is driving down the road unassisted, the only trouble now being that the lights and electrics are playing up. So loaded back into the truck Moondog drove at snails pace back to the camp, using the car behinds lights to find his way. The only real trouble being when we have to drive down the surf camp track – about 5 normal driving minutes – with no light at all. Pino to the rescue using the flashlight built into his mobile phone we make our way down the track to the safety of our camp and chalet.
That night we celebrated our safe return and Moondogs superb driving with a few beers as you can see from the pictures everyone had good fun.
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The following day we had a little lay in due to the beers that were consumed the night before. Then Moondog came to get us and let us know that he had changed Landcruisers for us, it was still battered to bits, but it start which is always a bonus. We head out for another days surfing, only to be stopped by two coppers on the way because the registration (tax) disc of the car was outta date. What do we do wrong to deserve all this!!!
The day was spent mostly chilling on the beach, chatting, sumo wrestling and listening to Moondogs tales of Surf Camp, modeling and his life in general. We even drew him a catwalk to walk down, he obliged by showing us his impression of a velociraptor, very funny. Siesta stretched on for a while longer and we had lunch down on the beach with a makeshift table (Longboard!).
That evening we partied and partied and partied. Winning our game of ‘Flip Cup’ with ease (like a more sophisticated boat race)!!! It was a hard going, but excellent trip that I would recommend to anyone. As you can tell by the length of this blog and the amount of pictures… A good time was had by all!