A bit late perhaps (a week after the event) but I still want to post a few things about it. As I said in an earlier post, the waves were great. Perhaps not the best day ever there, there were some flat spells between sets, but still infinitely better than The Netherlands. I like my little country, but it’s just not a surfer-friendly country…Anyway, the day started early, I had to be at the site around 0830 for registration…after that it took ages before everyone was there and the programme started. We started with a yoga session in the grass on a cliff, breathing in the sea breeze :) After that we got divided into groups according to age and whether you had surfed before. I was in team red, which meant green waves!! I got a board that has exactly the same dimensions as mine at home, so that was good. I was crap during the first session though, immediately tired while paddling out and I didn’t catch many waves. Perhaps due to waking up all the time during the night because it was so f*cking cold in the tent, and eventually putting on my jeans and jumper inside my sleeping bag..Anyway, during lunchtime I took a little nap, got a bit sunburnt, put on some gel with SPF 40 and went back out again, and yay! The nap helped, I caught a few nice ones :)
After the second session we got a hiphop session, but after two surf sessions and half an hour or jumping we were all too tired, so Hannah, Flora and I and a couple of others decided to watch the other 100 or so girls do the remainder of the hiphop class. Then there was another long wait, a concert of Billabong team member Ashleigh Mannix (great songwriter, great guitarist, great singer: just great), a sneak peak of the 2008 collection and then finally food!! I think that was about the longest day I spent on/near a beach: from 9 til 21:00.
On Sunday we only had one surf session because the day before they’d had some trouble getting boards back onto the cliff. Mainly the little girls (as the event was for girls from age 10 on) had trouble getting the big foamies back. But it was all OK, because on Sunday I did something which was starting to look like a bottom turn and I my timing was perfect on one other gorgeous wave, so I was well pleased with that session. After lunch we got to be creative and draw some love surfing pictures with our group. During the hiphop session I sneaked away to Woolacombe to score a new pair of surf shorts (I deserved it after my almost bottom turn!). After about an hour or so I returned to the Billabong site just in time to receive my certificate of participation :P.
Then there was a little bit of panic, or rather irritation from my side (and I can be really annoying when I’m annoyed) because Marco didn’t know where he’d left the car key. After we tried to reach the car rental company, which we couldn’t because it was Sunday and that was probably for the better anyway, and after I had taken a long hot shower we went out for dinner at the campsite restaurant. And lo and behold, the waitress said Marco had left his jacket there after he’d had breakfast there that morning, and in the jacket was the car key!! Extreme relief took over, and we enjoyed a simple but decent meal while looking out over Woolacombe bay. It was handy that we had the key so now I could take out Marco’s tracksuit bottoms and abuse them as pyjama bottoms :) I was still a little bit cold though. At some point it also started to rain heavily, but luckily we had replaced the tent poles so the tent was stable. One side was starting to leak a little, probably because I had almost tripped over a guy line, the main problem however was the hole in the floor nylon my brother had forgotten to mention. Luckily we were on a big air mattress so we stayed dry, and so did our clothes on the floor which happened to be in the right corner…
On Monday we stuffed out bags in the car and left Woolacombe. We stopped for breakfast in Barnstaple (where I had some more scones, but they weren’t as good as the ones on Friday) and to stash some salt and vinegar crisps (3 sixpacks for 2 pounds!). We then drove on to Bath, where we packed our bags properly and went for a short walk and a coffee/chocolate-stop at Starbucks :) Around 1700 we arrived at Bristol airport, where we had to hang around until 1830 to board our plane. Then on the aircraft an annoyed pilot told us we weren’t going to leave Bristol on time (1855), as because of clouds above London we’d gotten assigned a different timeslot (1940). So we spent about 45 minutes on the aircraft eating salt and vinegar crisps and reading magazines before we really had to go back to Amsterdam…