Surf Camp was amazing. Probably in my top 3 highlights for my five week trip to Aus and NZ.
The atmosphere was like summer camp but for grown ups… despite the fact that we stayed in shipping containers… no, really. Metal shipping containers. It was great food (taco salad and apple crisp!) and laid back people. Plus, we got to learn how to surf… but – I’m probably one of the least athletic people you’ll ever meet. I was always picked last in gym class and never excelled at any type of sport. I was completely mentally prepared to suck at surfing. I thought to myself, “don’t get upset if you can’t stand up, you’ve only got a 2 hour lesson including learning how to do it on the sand. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Got my wetsuit, got my board, did the lesson with my group on the sand, and set out to the water with the rest of my tour-mates. I managed to figure out which waves weren’t worth going for pretty quickly and with the help of one of the instructors – who told me NOT to go to my knees first, to just jump up to standing right away – I managed to stand up and ride the waves a bunch of times! I got one wave so well it took me all the way back to shore. The instructor said “Wow Mate, you really ripped that one!” which is the best sports-related compliment I could (and probably will ever) receive.
Pictures courtesy of Mojo Surf Camp photographers: