3 days
Litre beers
Two Justins
Broken...........
Friday, September 28, 2007
Train bound for Munich
Die Bahn train number01 805 194 195
If I've learned anything in life I should have known not to say it.
When your AFL team is 23 points up with 3 minutes to go, do you say you've got a certain win?
When South Africa has to score over 400 runs to win a One Day game do you say "it can't be done" and head to bed?
When you're out for a few beers on a sunday afternoon do you turn to your friend and say for the amount of beer you've drunk you feel pretty sober?
When you're driving the ball well in golf do you say "geez I haven't sliced/hooked a single ball today"?
No,
You don't say a single word. Why? Because your team goes down by a point, South Africa do it with easy, you end up blind drunk and you couldn't throw the ball down the fairway straight.
So why oh why did I say to Jusso this morning that we've got nothing to worry about for this trip to Germany.
We managed to get up on time, catch the cab with no problems, pass through security without any beeps, boarded the plane on time for a change, and the plane arrived in Frankfurt without any problems............. Frankfurt Ham.
We estimated that it would take about 30 minutes to get through customs and get to the train station, and I was even carefull and booked the train a full hour after we arrived in Frankfurt.
Unfortunately Frankfurt is not Frankfurt Ham. Frankfurt Ham is no where near Franfurt.
Which means it's no where near the train station.
Which means we've got nothing to worry about actually translates to being an hour and a half late for the train bound for Munich.
It's not all bad though. We can get on any train for the day, and my couch surfer Larissa has sent her numbers and has borrow a car to come and collect us from the train station.
We've also managed to back up (finally) from the thursday, friday, saturday, sunday night session in Dublin. But as usual, that's for another post.
Guinness, Shags staff and more guinness
I haven't had much time to write about Dublin, mainly due to the fact that I've either been in the pub drinking guinness, or too drunk to see the keys on the laptop.
Jusso, Prue and myself arrived in Dublin on Thursday afternoon and headed to the Regency to check in and get sorted. We met another girl from Australia, Leanne, on the plane and shared a cab from the airport.
We exchanged details and organised a place to catch up for our first Guinness. After a couple of touristy photo's we got the pour, the sit, and the settle over and done with.
For all those that like a guinness but haven't made it to Ireland, it's something to behold. For all those that told me how much better the Guinness tastes in Ireland, you were right.
We had a few beers that night but didn't really let it get too out of hand, we had to try and save ourselves for the reunion on the Saturday night.
After some breaky in the morning Jusso and I headed in to the city to catch the final between Geelong and Collingwood, and I have to say it's the first time I can remember that I actually cheered for Collingwood.
AFter a few beers and one hell of a game we decided it was time to head off and do the Guinness Brewery tour.
The tour was awesome, but because we got there a little bit late I had to rush through the upstairs area (and through the ad's) to make sure we made the roof top bar for a pint of the greatest Guinness of all.
After the beer we had to head off to a pub quickly to make sure that we caught the Ireland game. We headed up to the Barge and quickly found a spot to watch the rugby directly under a telly.
From here everything goes a little bit fuzzy. Prue left us at the pub, and I have vague memories of ordering 2 Guinness and 2 neat Jamesons each round, and how many rounds there were I'm not 100% sure.......... but I don't think you could count them on two hands.
I lost Jusso on the way home, we stopped off at a kebab shop for some food and while I was inside talking to some friends we made back at the pub (it seemed this kebab shop was a bit of a popular hangout), and when I came back outside he was gone, along with my food.
I set off down the road to get back to the Hotel, turned up the road that our hotel was on and walked for about 10 minutes........ except when you turn on to the road our hotel is on you only have to walk about 30 seconds.
Hmmmm, could I be on the wrong road at 4.15am after starting drinking with Jusso at 11am for the footy? Surely not.
After walking back 10 minutes to the main road it turns out, and don't be too amazed here, but I was actually on the wrong road. Not only that but when I left the Kebab shop I started walking in the wrong direction.
TAXI!!!!!!
When I got back to the Regency (10 minute cab ride, no chance of walking) I went past Jusso's room to get my food.
GAAAAWWWWWNNNNN!
Bastard!
The next morning was slow, but because this is a long post already I'll leave the story of the reunion until tomorrow.
Thursday night, Fitzgeralds, Temple Bar, the Quays (AFL), The Barge (Rugby), Messrs McGuires (lunch and reunion)
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Must See in Mexico - Part 2
I've decided that my second must see entry will be all about Surfing thanks to one of my videos making it up on surfline. Thanks to Surfline for putting it up there, and please make sure you check it out (link is at the bottom of this post).
I've made very short notes on each of them, but if you want to know more click on the titles to head to a previous post with a bit more detail.
Oh, and don't forget to check out the previous part, Must See in Mexico - Part 1.
I've made very short notes on each of them, but if you want to know more click on the titles to head to a previous post with a bit more detail.
Oh, and don't forget to check out the previous part, Must See in Mexico - Part 1.
- San Juanico - Scorpion Bay
Scorpion Bay was the first place that we managed to get a surf in Mexico. As we travelled down the Pacific Coast we were greeted by flat condition after flat condition.
When we arrived here (after a long drive over graded road) and was happy to see a wave breaking, albeit a very small wave and ideal for the longboard.
This is a must stop place, and if you're after a good coffee and internet don't forget to head up to see Dustin Smith at Point Surf Baja - Puerto Escondido
This place is awesome, so very very relaxing and a great wave.......... to watch from the beach. The wave here is called the Mexican Pipeline, and for good reason. There are several breaks nearby which are more for the beginners like myself, but I had a lot more fun catching these guy's on film. To check out the film head over to Surfline - Barra De La Cruz
This hosted the "Somewhere in Mexico" tour last year as part of the WCT. The wave is consistant and the place is beautiful, but be warned that if you sit on the shoulder and wait for someone to let you have a wave you're just not going to get one.
The guys and gals that surf here are good! - Sayulita
Sayulita is growing bigger and bigger each year, but the roads are still dirt and it's off the beaten track a little. The wave there is small but very consistent, I'm sure it gets much bigger but at least you're nearly always guaranteed a wave. - Playa Bruja
This place is about 15 minutes north of Mazatlan. The break, while not really big, is consistent and there isn't that many people out there first thing in the morning.
The restaurant do great meals and reasonable priced drinks, makes it a great place to surf a few sessions and chill out for a day.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Heading to Ireleand
As usual the start to the trip has been quite entertaining.
I packed up my things from Walpole road and said goodbye to Rol's and my new friends and head off to meet Jusso and Prue at Clapham Junction.
Once I got there a lady walked up and through her bag onto the ground next to me. Doesn't seem very weird, but here's a few pointers to get your mind on what this girl was like.
Firstly, she had a flat bottle of vodka that cost 2 pound which she was swigging, she was smoking even through there was a strict no smoking rule on the platform, as she approached her jeans were hanging halfway down her thighs (her tracky dacks must've been in the wash) and she randomly swore at the train for being late.
I just smiled as she made eye contact, she smiled back, and that was the last time I looked in her direction.
Jusso and Prue turned up as more and more people arrived at the platform. Apparently there was a security scare at one of the terminals, so none of the regular trains were arriving at Clapham.
Eventually, 45 minutes late and looking much like the train trip for Cardiff, the train arrived and we squeezed on board.
The next issue was when we got to the checkout counter at Gatwick. I was of the understanding that the 10 pound extra I paid for having the guitar allowed me to take it on the plane. WRONG! I had to check the guitar on as luggage. No problems, but it's the first time I've ever done it with that guitar, so as I write this 30000 feet above the ground I've got my toes crossed that it gets there alright (I had my fingers crossed but it made it a bitch to type).
Next up was Jusso. Bag on the scale, 19 kg. Thanks for coming, that'll be 40 pound for excess weight, 10 for each kilo. So Jusso went through his bag, put one pair of shoes in my bag (I had to take mine around to oversize checkin because of the guitar) and another pair in his carry on.
Actually, I'm only just realising this now, but he's wearing a pair of shoes, one pair in my bag and another in his day pack. Who needs 3 pairs of shoes? I'm not even wearing shoes.
But I digress.
Jusso put the bag back on the scale and the guy let it go at 16kg.
Next up was Prue.
When she booked her flight she wasn't going to take a bag. I don't know too many 20 year old girls that can travel to another country with just a carry on bag, but I was impressed with her effort.
Of course, she ended up bringing a bag so she had to line up at another counter to pay for the luggage, then head back to check in before they would issue her with a ticket.
But after 3 small issues we had our boarding passes an headed off to security and get a coffee.
Jusso grabbed us some coffee's and we sat down and talked about the trip, what we were going to do, some new ideas for Shag's back home, whether we were bum or boob guys, usual small chit chat.
All of a sudden Jusso realised the time, it was 1515 and our plane departed at 1525.
Shhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!!!!!!
We ran down the stairs, through the corridors for about 800 meters to check in just as the doors were closing and for them to tell us the obvious, that we were the last passengers on the plane.
I don't mind running 800 meters, just not with a 15 kg backpack on.
I should have learned that I need to get out the front of the gate as soon as I get my boarding pass, this is becoming a regular occurrence.
For now, we're all on the plane and have a spare seat next to each of us. I even got one in the emergency exit.......... which kind of makes me think that there's a good chance that I'll have to do something. Oh well, at least I'm the first one out of the plane (once I push the older lady sitting by the window to one side...... kidding).
I'm a bit excited now. My first Guinness in Ireland is just hours away. Minutes even if they have a tap at the airport.
I packed up my things from Walpole road and said goodbye to Rol's and my new friends and head off to meet Jusso and Prue at Clapham Junction.
Once I got there a lady walked up and through her bag onto the ground next to me. Doesn't seem very weird, but here's a few pointers to get your mind on what this girl was like.
Firstly, she had a flat bottle of vodka that cost 2 pound which she was swigging, she was smoking even through there was a strict no smoking rule on the platform, as she approached her jeans were hanging halfway down her thighs (her tracky dacks must've been in the wash) and she randomly swore at the train for being late.
I just smiled as she made eye contact, she smiled back, and that was the last time I looked in her direction.
Jusso and Prue turned up as more and more people arrived at the platform. Apparently there was a security scare at one of the terminals, so none of the regular trains were arriving at Clapham.
Eventually, 45 minutes late and looking much like the train trip for Cardiff, the train arrived and we squeezed on board.
The next issue was when we got to the checkout counter at Gatwick. I was of the understanding that the 10 pound extra I paid for having the guitar allowed me to take it on the plane. WRONG! I had to check the guitar on as luggage. No problems, but it's the first time I've ever done it with that guitar, so as I write this 30000 feet above the ground I've got my toes crossed that it gets there alright (I had my fingers crossed but it made it a bitch to type).
Next up was Jusso. Bag on the scale, 19 kg. Thanks for coming, that'll be 40 pound for excess weight, 10 for each kilo. So Jusso went through his bag, put one pair of shoes in my bag (I had to take mine around to oversize checkin because of the guitar) and another pair in his carry on.
Actually, I'm only just realising this now, but he's wearing a pair of shoes, one pair in my bag and another in his day pack. Who needs 3 pairs of shoes? I'm not even wearing shoes.
But I digress.
Jusso put the bag back on the scale and the guy let it go at 16kg.
Next up was Prue.
When she booked her flight she wasn't going to take a bag. I don't know too many 20 year old girls that can travel to another country with just a carry on bag, but I was impressed with her effort.
Of course, she ended up bringing a bag so she had to line up at another counter to pay for the luggage, then head back to check in before they would issue her with a ticket.
But after 3 small issues we had our boarding passes an headed off to security and get a coffee.
Jusso grabbed us some coffee's and we sat down and talked about the trip, what we were going to do, some new ideas for Shag's back home, whether we were bum or boob guys, usual small chit chat.
All of a sudden Jusso realised the time, it was 1515 and our plane departed at 1525.
Shhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!!!!!!
We ran down the stairs, through the corridors for about 800 meters to check in just as the doors were closing and for them to tell us the obvious, that we were the last passengers on the plane.
I don't mind running 800 meters, just not with a 15 kg backpack on.
I should have learned that I need to get out the front of the gate as soon as I get my boarding pass, this is becoming a regular occurrence.
For now, we're all on the plane and have a spare seat next to each of us. I even got one in the emergency exit.......... which kind of makes me think that there's a good chance that I'll have to do something. Oh well, at least I'm the first one out of the plane (once I push the older lady sitting by the window to one side...... kidding).
I'm a bit excited now. My first Guinness in Ireland is just hours away. Minutes even if they have a tap at the airport.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
New Banner for Surf the Dream
I'm looking to change the banner of the site and giving it a bit of an overhaul and I'd like to hear what you think.
Which of the two do you think would best suit the blog, or if you don't think either feel free to suggest something else that might fit in.
Which of the two do you think would best suit the blog, or if you don't think either feel free to suggest something else that might fit in.
Chrissy Shirts from Zazzle
To celebrate our beloved Chrissy I decided to make up a shirt. Well, it was to celebrate the van and to make sure that I had more then just 3 shirts to wear.
I know that my harem of girls were keen to get one each, but if you like what you see feel free to head to Zazzle and place your own order.
I know that my harem of girls were keen to get one each, but if you like what you see feel free to head to Zazzle and place your own order.
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