The disturbing creek of shifting cabin baggage filled the cabin, as our early flight climbed steeply into the sky above Sydney. As we gazed out window over the Southside Beaches, our mouths hung agape at the beautiful east swell lines wrapped into our local. It’s never a great feeling when you leave home and it’s pumping.

Our arrival in Fiji was as disappointing as the internet predicted. It was small, I mean 1-2 feet at the best but as we jumped from our boat into the bath, warm shallows of the Island, we were taken aback by the scene that confronted us. Guests were waxing feverishly in the board hut, screwing fins in and pulling on rash shirts like they were late for a contest heat. Were they all mad? Or were they just from Perth, or maybe Florida? Either way, we seemed to be the only ones with long faces amongst this tropical madness.

After a quick chat with some of the crew we soon discovered the reason for their exuberant high. Apparently, it had been totally unrideable for the last 5 days and the thought of actually being able to get some wax under their feet for the first time, had virtually brought Xmas forward 3 weeks early! Surfing… There is no drug on the market like it.

We have now been here for 3 days and the disappointment on our arrival has turned out to be totally unfounded. With two slightly overhead Cloudbreak sessions under our belts already, it’s been nothing but giggles and smiles.

Billy