Another Edition of Surf Trip Stories – Part 3!

The walk to the beach and part of the trail to Rudy's Restaurant.

The walk to the beach and part of the trail to Rudy’s Restaurant. You have to love those tube socks!

 

Adam and I were surfing our brains out and also discovering that the restaurant owners were freely serving us alcohol; so we were taking full advantage of both! On some nights, we stumbled through the jungle and could hear the sound of breaking underbrush.

Dinosaurs! Run! It sounds like dinosaurs!

Of course it was pitch black so we could just speed up the stumbling.

The Surf

The surf was building. Our first few days were spent hunting the few good set waves and doing a lot of sitting. Now the island was picking up a solid, glassy swell and we were surfing Garbanzos and Japans at every occasion.

One day as the group sat in the take off spot at Japans, Matt Kechele finally had enough of seeing big left after big left grinding away at Indicas. So out he went and I was wondering if I should follow.

Matt made a few but caught many. Seeing his late takeoffs into oblivion made me carefully take stock of my situation. I was on the wrong equipment for sure and knew it was a situation that was better left unattempted.

Where is the surf at boys!

Where is the surf at boys!

After a day of great waves, Adam and I once again left for the restaurant. We were regulars now and ordered our food. Looking over, we saw an older man sitting that we had never seen before on the island. At first we laughed because of his shirt. This gentleman was sporting a I Love Benny Hill t-shirt with a giant picture of Benny Hills mug on it. Upon a few glances and snickers, we noticed the man really did seem to be Benny Hill. After much prodding we got up the courage to walk over and ask the big question.

To our surprise, he smiled with a big grin and said that indeed he was Benny Hill. We told him the usual things you would say to celebrity and he chatted for a bit with us. He was quite the conversationalist and we left that night laughing at the situation that no one at home would probably believe.

The last day of surfing on the island brought blown out surf.

The last day of surfing on the island brought blown out surf.

The last day arrived and the wind was blowing super hard. I paddled out and caught some big, sloppy, washing machine waves. Then it was back to the inn to pack up.

We bid a big farewell to our mouse, the inn, and to the island.

A few days later, I was back to my usual role…struggling high school student and surfer.

 

 

 

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About 1stpeaksteve

The Side Wedge is a product of the journey through life of Steve Zima. Former professional surfer, writer, and Operational Management specialist; this is an eclectic collection of travel tips, surf coaching, and stories from my past. I also spotlight music that moves me and world events. Thanks for reading!
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