Point Broken: Sydney part 3

This surfing lark isn't as easy as it looks. So our final day in Sydney was an action packed one. The day kicked off by us arriving 2 hours late for 60 minutes kayaking around various ocean beaches near Manly with Karen and her Text 100 cohorts (which was lots of knackering fun on a 30 degree day by the beach). We then wisely booked a 2 hr surfing lesson just up the coast.

The lesson principally consisted of us swallowing lots of water, getting the crap knocked out of us by 10ft waves, getting smashed by surfboards (ours and other peoples) in the face/ribs/back, getting bent double by ripcurls and generally failing to stand up.

A lie actually. I managed all of 0.000001 seconds with both feet on the board before I tumbled into the surf. Nadia (as she predicted) did slightly better and managed, at one point, to career towards the shoreline riding parrallell to another surfing student both shouting at the top of their lungs. In control - no, surfing - yes.

So in short, I am no Keanu Reeves on a 12ft board (hence this subtly titled blog entry) but I'm sure you'll all agree that I look equally good in a wetsuit.

Anyway, our final night in Sydney was spent with a farewell dinner with Karen and housemate Kristy at 'The Summit', one of Sydney's finest eating establishments with 47th floor views of the city, Harbour Bridge, Opera House (which we still aren't bored of).

To sum Sydney up, it was awesome. Great food, drink, activities and company. Whatever else happens on this trip, it has a lot to live up to.

(Please note Karen and Rich - I was having a few technical issues this morning. Hence a blog title with no text being up for a full 12 hrs. Yes, I'm still an amateur).