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My First Surfing Lesson in Noosa, Australia
Monday 28th February – Noosa, Australia
My excitement was hard to hide this morning, and the few people who were up and about while I was making my breakfast could see this on my face. Today would be my first proper surfing lesson in Australia, and I couldn’t think of a better place to do it than right here in loveable Noosa. I packed my things and was ready to go.
I was picked up from the hostel by a French guy who spoke a lot about English football and surfing, and whilst driving along on our way to the beach we had a few laughs about this, among other things. I was surprised to learn how much he knew about the English game. He also explained how his boss was a famous surfer living here in Noosa in a lovely house. I forget who now, though.
We reached the beach and kitted up, waiting for the lesson to begin. Myself and 2 others huddled under a small shelter on the beach to shield ourselves from the raging sun whist we waited for the instructor. He eventually arrived and the lesson began, staring on the sand with instructions as to how to stand up etc. it was very useful. I was itching to get out into the water now, and when he said it was time, I needed no more encouragement. The sea here is much more manageable than it was during my first surfing experience in Yamba. For a start the waves were a lot calmer, and the board seemed thicker, and more floaty.
The time came for me to catch my first wave and I readied myself, eager to stand and ride the wave. To my amazement, I managed to ride the wave to the shore which was met with a big thumbs up front the instructor. Myself and another guy – also surfing for the first time – managed to ride nearly every wave, and were having a great time doing so. The third guy had had many lessons and was attempting to turn on a wave. I thought I might give this a go myself, and loved the fact that I could manage it. I know the boards are designed to make even the least abled person able to surf, but the feeling was great nonetheless. I now felt that I wanted to become a good surfer, as I am sure everybody does.
I gave myself one last goal for today, and that was to catch my own wave and ride it for a while. I was happy to say I achieved this and rode the wave all the way in. The feeling inside me was that of utter jubilation, and it is easy to see why so many people get hooked on surfing. I have to live near a beach and learn to surf on a short board, this I now know for certain.
After the lesson the instructor took me back to my hostel, but we had to make a short detour to the boss’s house and my word what a house it was. The house was sited along a river, and I was informed by the instructor that the guy takes his surf board out on a jet ski, finds a good spot, then surfs until his heart is content before returning home again on his jet ski. This is surely the life.
Back at the hostel, I had time to reflect on my day, and to relive each moment with whoever would listen. Others were glued to the television screen watching the Oscars. This didn’t appeal to me, so myself and Kristina went to watch a movie at the cinema. We picked a chick flick inadvertently, but it was funny enough, and with only us two in the entire cinema, it was a fun way to spend the afternoon. ‘No Strings Attached’ was the movie, but I don’t think I shall be watching it again anytime soon.
Most of the hostel went out on a bender this evening, but I stayed in with a few others, finishing off my beers and chatting, ready for my onward journey tomorrow. My time in Noosa has been extremely worthwhile, and I can honestly say that I have enjoyed every moment of being here. I know I shall return at some point. Noosa is one of those places that I didn’t expect anything from, yet has given me a number of good, solid memories to take away with me.
Thank you Noosa.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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