Another hairy incident that we managed to escape. At least luck was on our side.
A lot of various antics, that I can't readily admit to due to the fact that they are mostly all illegal, filled the rest of our journey with plenty of laughs and interesting moments.
We came closer and closer to Seal Rocks and the anticipation was continually growing until we rolled around the corner on top of a mountain, revealing Seal Rocks below. It was like a huge amphitheatre. We were there.
Our arrival at the caravan park was soon after and windy, rainy conditions hampered our desperate attempts to pitch our tent. The tent was eventually set up and although we were soaked to the bone, we felt we had achieved what we set out to do, so we celebrated with a few cleansing ales and called it an early night.
We awoke the next morning to overcast conditions, but the surf we came for greeted us in spectacular form. Surfing was definitely on the cards.
After about six hours of mind-blowing surf, I stiffly walked back up to the caravan park where Gaz was having a pow- wow with a couple of fellow travellers who had set up next to us. This was Dan and Joel, 22 year olds from Newcastle, who had come up to Seal Rocks for a few days of surfing and a general chilling out.
Day soon became night and with the rain easing, a bit of social butter flying was on our minds. Dan, Joel, Gaz and I soon found ourselves sitting around our table, beer in hand, having a good old chat whilst listening to the sweet sounds of Bob Marley and the Rolling Stones. Due to this scene that was set, other people from the caravan park drew nearer and before we knew it we had a gathering of about thirty people on our tent site.
We were then approached by a surfy looking 19-year-old named Ayel. Now Ayel was a classic character. He had come from Israel on a backpacking journey up the east coast of Australia. Ayel and I clicked and talked the night away about world problems, his travels, surfing and music.
