Over a week ago I came back from a very successful trip to South Australia's Cactus Beach (you don't actually surf the beach part).
Cactus Beach satellite photo
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Source: Google Maps
A definite plus was that the crowds were much lower than the one previous time I was there.
My facilities were basic to say the least. I went only with what Maslow would call the basics of life: Food, clothing and shelter. Oh! And transport. But I was more than happy with 'just' that.
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| Despite my very basic setup, I was luckier than most - I could fall asleep looking at the stars. |
Photo: Willy
There's not too much around to keep one company out there, as Cactus is a million miles from nowhere. Nicely for me, the occasional Stumpy popped by to say 'G'day'.
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| One of the few friends I made while away. |
Photo: Willy
I had four wonderful days of surfing - each day provided me with clean waves. I surfed a spot called Castles on my first afternoon there, with the rest of my trip spent surfing Cactus (pictured below).
Both were lefts, and I was more than content practising and refining my backhand attack.
The set waves, while lully early on, were head-high on the first three days. The last day pulsed a bit and bought overhead-high waves on the sets (again pictured below).
I was really lucky with never more than five guys in the water at any one time. Things got a little more crowded in the last 30 minutes of my last day there, with about eight of us in the lineup.
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| Don't let the smaller waves in the foreground deceive you: The set waves were wally and pretty fast at Cactus. |
Photo: Willy
Having said that, I seemed to have the place wired and got an absolute bunch of waves. Everybody else seemed to find themselves being taken away in the current and wind only to find themselves out of the action way out on the shoulder.
BUT, while the surf WAS great, and despite surfing really well by my own standards, this will go down as much more than an ordinary surf trip for me - it will be remembered more as a soulful experience.
Every day, without fail, I went for two to three generously long walks. These walks allowed me to think, reflect, gather myself, and get back to nature.
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| The view from the top of huge granite boulders on one of my long walks (the beach in the far, far distance had only my footprints on it). |
Photo: Willy
These walks were indeed great (I love walking), but they too weren't what made this trip for me. What made this trip special was getting stuck into a book my friends Matt and Sare lent me called: The Art of Happiness.
The majority of this book is transcripts of passages from speeches of, and interviews with, the Dalai Lama.
Link to the Dalai Lama's Wiki page
As cheesy as the title may be, the book is genuine. It's positive, easy to read and understand and, without any exaggeration, unbelievably profound. Without hamming it up at all, despite being early days, I think this book has changed me forever. And I haven't even finished reading it!
I remember, being so engrossed in the book, that every time I'd sit down to read some more, I'd mumble to myself with anticipation: 'It's Lama time' (in much the same way MC Hammer would say 'It's Hammer time!').
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| With no chairs, I read multiple times daily in the front seat of the car. |
Photo: Willy
I would recommend this book to anybody. I suggest, if you are at all hesitant, put any pride or cynicism aside, and pick this book up. I feel there's something in here for anybody and everybody.
Now, back to surfing:
My second to last day turned out to be my last day. While the top of my foot was healing nicely from a surf-related injury of a week or so prior (see blog post of Friday 17 January 2014), I took a nice chunk of flesh off the ball of the same foot.
Post from Friday 17 January 2014
This all happened on the inside piece of reef while surfing the main break Cactus.
Having no first aid stuff with me, and not wanting to repeat having an infected wound and foot like last time, I packed up early and headed to the hospital in Ceduna on my way home.
Ceduna satellite photo
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Before stopping in at the hospital, I popped in to the local oyster bar for half a dozen oysters Kilpatrick. What the heck - I thought I deserved a treat.
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| A humble exterior hides the tasty interior. |
Photo: Willy
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| The oyster bar's contact details if you ever want to pop in. |
Photo: Willy
When I finally got to the hospital (with a full belly) the nurse I got was useless! She did a very lame job cleaning up my foot - leaving it for my dad to do properly when I got back home over nine hours later.
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| While I wouldn't exactly call myself Tutankhamun, this foot has seen its fair share of bandages. |
Photo: Willy
So I'm out of surfing action for the next ten or so days. Regardless, I have no regrets. Cactus brought me great waves and a deep, learning personal experience.
Yours in pits,
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