Bob Lemon, Peter English, Rob Elliott, James Hamilton, Chris Desmond, Ralph Guderiahn
The Lemon was stripped bare. Gone was the golden green of a swayed crossing.
Gone was the sturdy fibreglass. Gone was da chunk of foam. The Lemon Stripped Bare - a meta-phor the voyage.
Selemat stirred the batch of resin and filled eloquent Bob's dinged board. It was the first day of another "Old Bastard's Tour'. Some had been seasick, most had hit the reef, 2 fins had been snapped out. Was this why the Captain should have started the tour at a somewhat softer reef break? Stuff that! They were on their own and the waves were perfect, and the lads were getting right back into dormant memories - board shorts, blockout, and surfing their brains out!
And so began the November shuffle. Looking for the waves and new equatorial summer swells.
"No Pete, I don't want to ride your mini mal!" yelled the Captain as Pete hung 5 past him on one of the smaller lefts of the trip·..giggling like a grommet. Was that a Quasimodo that Rob just pulled? "No I don't want to have a go!" At least Hambo's riding a normal board and certainly throwing it around. Chris won't get out of the bloody water and Ralph's cruising past on his ····. Aaarrrgghhh MINI MAL!!!!!!!!!!! As for Bobby Jeruk·..knee-boarder, that rare breed of surfer, a class unto their own. Off the bottom, top, always in the pit·.a forgotten question·.Are you a goofy footer or natural footer?????
An all round classic late season trip. A particularly weird thing happened, we came across of floating pallet full of Heineken beer. Can you believe that? The World Cup and all!!!!!
A special mention to my wife - B - who not only put the boy's little present together but began catching waves and feeling the pulses the Indian Ocean has to offer - she wanted to say sorry to Ralph yet again·.she didn't see you.
Old surfer trips never die, they just take the boat in November!