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What is Christmas all about?

In the northern hemisphere (well at least in London) Christmas seems a conveniently timed festival……. Just as we’re all just getting cold and miserable and then we have an excuse to take some time away from work, spend time with family, indulge in some festive food, get drunk, buy/receive presents and do many other things which on the whole will make us feel better.

Totally Different Christmas

Stucros
2007-03-08 17:09:11

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second most is taking it a bit far (Byron is the most easterly point of Australia and I have no idea what the third of fourth is!)
We were transported from camp to the beach in 4x4s driving directly on to our deserted and pristine beach which was perhaps 2 or 3km long. It's funny just as I've
started to take it for granted to have great beaches in Sydney I meet people who think nothing to 5 min drive to get a 2km worth of sand all to themselves - it is a different life!

Getting kitted out it seemed I wasn't natural surfer I had hoped for by first putting the wetsuit on back to front (it seems surfers' wetsuits have the zip on the back). Running through the basics of catching a wave we then entered the ocean with great ambition...... after 30mins of nose dives, roll drives and general pain we returned to the beach to learn how to stand up and then back in the ocean with no ambition. I actually surprised myself and managed to stand all the way in on my first wave..... a very big 'air punch' moment!!!!! And at this point I'll tell you what surfing is all about. You start on the beach enter ocean and try and get out to where the waves are breaking. This is not only an exhausting experience but you'll be hit several times by waves which will push you back knock you off the board all with the delightful effect of swallowing sea water. Once you get out there you'll have multiple attempts to catch waves most of which will end embarrassing and painful failure..... in short it is pain, pain and yet more pain!!!!!

Once most of us had Esther and I took a walk along the beach and up to the lighthouse where we pondered why when you step on the sand it makes a squeaking noise..... at which point I officially named it 'Mouse Sand'. Coming back the others too had taken enough of a pounding and we had a very international game of beach footie!

That night the potential for a big 'pool ...