19 July 2010 : Written by A Camping Ninja
We're all off to the beach today for a spot of amateur surfing. Should be interesting, as none of us have ever been surfing before, or let alone, have the ability to balance on anything remotely resembling a board, since the skateboard incident back in 2003.
We arrive at the beach car park, windows wide open, the Beach Boys blaring out of the car stereo and the four of us singing along with our own holiday version of the lyrics 'everybody loves surfing, surfing Devon-bay'! Rather embarrassingly we happen to park amongst a bunch of local surfing pros. Try to unload the surfboards from the back of the ninja wagon without looking too stupid, but even that's a tough job as I manage to manoeuvre my board into the path of some other beach goers, almost puncturing one of their lilos! A sharp reminder that I'm much more adept in the sea with a lilo and why on earth we didn't bring our blow up air beds instead? Unconvincingly we attempt to cover up our inadequacies by referring to each other 'Dude'!
First challenge is navigating our way down to the beach, whispering to each other 'which way is it?' followed by a loud 'DUDE' at the end of every sentence. Not wanting to appear like sheep, we decide not to follow all the others down the main path to the beach, and instead make our own way there via a long, steep and painfully rocky non-path.
Fortunately when we eventually do touch down on the sand, there's a clever little sign pointing to the sea entrance. Most probably put there for people like us! Surfing, off we go... wish me luck!