Pear-shaped surf trip

So, as warned, I went away on a surf trip with my mate Chris (in photo below) for a couple of days.

What was going to be a casual surf trip, turned into something pretty hardcore by my standards.

First of all, we left at 1am in the morning. Instead of racing down there to get at least a couple of hours sleep, we relaxed and took our time. This meant we arrived at the beach at sunrise the next day. Instead of going to bed, we started the rounds until we found a spot we wanted to surf. This spot, a semi-secret one, was a forty-five minute hike in the sun and heat that included a scramble down a very steep cliff. I was unprepared for this and had only thongs to wear on the rocky hike and cliff-descent. I paid the price as I slipped down a small part of the cliff grazing my arm, knee and parts of both of my feet. I thought I'd be okay and went about the fun surf with only two of us out. We finally got to nap at 3pm that afternoon...

Photo: Willy

The next day we surfed West Cape. A photo of what greeted us is above, and its location is below.


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Again, we had a super fun time with very few people out.

After getting home from the surf trip, my cut feet were starting to punish me. I was paying the price for not cleaning them up, nor disinfecting them. I had instead chosen to use Mother Nature's disinfectant: the ocean. Fail.

Most of the cuts on my left foot had gone red, and the whole foot had puffed up, gone red, and was very sore to put pressure on.

Photo: Willy

So, two trips to the doctor later, and with a bout of antibiotics cruising through my system, I'm now hoping I'm on the way to recovery.

Call me stubborn, but the trip was fun and the cuts were worth it!

Photo: Willy