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What a perfectly lovely autumn dawn in Cape Town for surfing!
Too bad I don't surf. I think it's just something about that whole drowning-in-jellyfish-and-shark-infested-bottomless-kelpy-wavy-salt-water-thing that deters me from trying. Well that, and the turbo nasal enemas you get from wiping out. Not exactly my jam.
But I do have an adventurous brother, so I was happy to chauffeur him about Cape Town while he was here, so that he could hit the hot spots for surfing in SA. He had some experience already from surfing in Costa Rica, so I wasn't too worried, but due to the recent shark attacks, I did urge him not to taunt the sharks by looking like a juicy seal and just to punch a great white in the face if he saw one. I figured that sounded like a reasonable counteractive solution and he's tough like that, right? RIGHT?
Anyhow, with my clearly well-thought-out shark deterring plan in place, we managed to fit a surfboard into my hatchback Tazz, checked the surf report at our local surf shop, and off we went.
This is Dan getting prepped at Misty Cliffs, wearing a a rented wet suit and toting a borrowed surfboard, aptly branded "Big Wave Betty" since it was actually a woman's surfboard. Whoops. Real athletes know that proper gear is over-rated anyhow, right? RIGHT?
Walkin' to the waves
Off he goes!
Paddle!
He had to battle to get out to where the waves were breaking so I spent a good bit of the day sitting on the shore pondering the meaning of life and playing with his new i-phone photo options.
But then something exciting would happen and I would have to pay attention again for the few brief moments he was able to catch a rideable wave....
"Wait. What? I was busy taking pictures of myself. Are you screaming because you caught a wave or because you saw a shark? Agh. Hold on."
"Oh! You caught one!"
"Yay buddy! Way to go!"
"Good ride!"
This is my best impression of a proud surf sister. It actually looks like I'm just a Texas football fan rather than a hang ten homey. Oh well. Hook 'em anyhow.
After 2 hours of "shredding the gnar" Dan was ready for some coffee so he came on in to take a break before heading to our next location.
"Welcome back to land sailor. Hope you got your sea legs."
Wait, wrong metaphor. "Did you get scurvy? No, you didn't?"
Waterlogged rock star
Happy girl who got to spend the day at the beach.
So if anybody else out there needs a cheerleader/chauffeur/coffeemaker/distracted photographer for a surfing trip, go ahead and sign me up. Any day at the sea is a good day for me. Surf's up... or something like that...
*Note: No sharks were sighted nor harmed during the filming of this adventure. For that you will have to go watch The Discovery Channel. Sorry!
Not gonna lie, my heart swells with pride to see you throw the Hook 'em Horns in SA. Feel like I probably played a role in this. Remembering a game of celebrity - "Texas football player, quarterback?" Amy's response: "Hook 'em Horns!!!"
Hook 'em! \m/
Starmy,
Thanks for the exposure on our fun day to the beach! Miss you so much. And we need to catch up. Mom and Dad and girls are coming for thanksgiving this week! Let's be sure to skype!!!
Me love you long time,
DAn
Love seeing you "ponder the meaning of life" on the sidelines. That means I get to see more of your FACE on your blog!