On around the first of June things began. It was a Thursday and my next leg of the year got on a roll! I (Josh) jumped in the car and got on the road from Durban to Cape Town. On Friday at midday, after 19hrs of driving and 7hrs of sleep in the car, I arrived in Kommetjie at Dave Ritchard’s house. I had given Dave only a couple hours notice, but he graciously opened his doors to my arrival.
The Next day I met up with Frank ‘knuckles’ Solomon. We got skunked with a windy Dungeons but hear stories of firing West Coast – so decide to head up there instead. We arrive far too late for a surf and end up drinking copious amounts of Milk Stout at Robbie Mc Donald’s Birthday Blow Out! Frank and I hang around for the next few days surfing some fun waves before heading back to Cape Town on Monday arvo.
A week goes by, next thing we know it’s Thursday evening and we are heading to Namibia in a 2 car convoy. This is one bloody long drive, so co-drivers are much needed. We get there Friday night after 24 hrs of driving and are welcomed into the home of my good friend Dr Dirk Redman (no relation).
Dirk is a legend! He always hooks us up in Nam and makes sure he takes us on at least one big night out! On a previous trip he showed Brandon Jackson and I such a good time we rocked up to the beach the next day acting like we were still at the jol. That’s how much of a good time. So for the next few days we got crazy shacks, hung on the beach all day and drank good Namibian beer.
Tuesday morning, Frank and I do the long haul back to Cape Town arriving mid-day on Thursday. On the drive we contemplate J-bay? The 6 Star-QS has been on all week and firing. By the time we get back to the mother city we are frothing and the only thing holding us back is the scraps of change in our pocket.
After a West Coast and Nam trip under our belts we are rolling on literally 500 Bucks eachL. Sad day in the life of our wallets, but not an unusual situation. We resort to our usual tactics, trying to make shit happen on a tight budget. Just in the nick of time our close friend Jason “Hayes Craft” Hayes comes to the rescue. Jason offers his Old faithful Isuzu bakkie (we named her Suzie when we recently used her for our Nam trip) to the cause with an all important full tank of Diesel. What a champ!
This gets us pumped and we leave at 4am the next morning, about 12hrs after our arrival back from Nam’s Skeleton Coast. We get to J-Bay that arvo after the comp ends and walk straight into free beer at the contest site. Don’t know if this was a good or a bad thing? Needless to say things went horribly well that night. There’s something about The Mexican that brings out the best in surfers. Bad behavior was exhibited by all.
The next day we were hit by the 50 year storm and ran around trying to lock down Cheron’s house. Surviving the bad weather we got firing J-Bay the next day before heading back to Cape Town. Matt Bromley and I drove back in Suzie (Jason’s Isuzu) and Frank drove the Florence clan straight back up the West Coast. I arrived back at Dave’s house at about 21.30 on Monday. I walk in, unpack my bag, repack it and walk back out the door.
After Josh left for Cape Town the Florence clan and I (Frank) packed up and started the long drive from J-bay across the country to Elands. I thought it would only take about 10hrs, however after jumping off Bloukrans and a couple other unscheduled stops it took us close on 17hrs. We only arrived at 6am, so opting for no sleep we headed straight for our go to wave up the west coast where we met up with Josh and Dom.
We had some pretty amazing waves up there for a week straight . John John, Kiron Jabour, Nathan and Ivan Florence, Alex Florence, Blake, Josh and Brent Bielman made up the crew. I have been going up the west coast since I was a teenager and on this trip we found a new wave. It was such a bonus to find a new spot with such a world class crew of surfers. We named it tortoises, it’s like a small version of trestles and we had it to ourselves for the whole week.
It was good surfing with John John and the boys – they surf so well that it really pushes you. We ended off an amazing week up there with dinner at the famous Muisboskerm.
Josh and I don’t have much money and sometimes it gets tuff, but we manage to travel the world, get barreled and have a good time. Don’t feel too sorry for us ?