Trip Start Apr 28, 2009
13Trip End Jun 11, 2009
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After a quick surf lesson at the camp we headed out to the beach to get frothing (apparently thats the big word for having fun in surfie talk, kinda like stoked i guess, either that or they were screwing around with us which actual seems to be a thing a lot of the guides do in Australia). I'd been on a surf lesson in Hawaii so that helped a bit, but i wasn't overly successful there so I wasn't overly confident at how well I would do. I got tossed around a little bit at first and having trouble coordinating how to get up and stabilize myself. After a little while and a few tips from the instructors i was actually getting up pretty consistently. It was really frothy (fun/awesome), I imagine I could get used to surfing every day and finishing off around the campfire every night. The one instructor guide guy was pretty much your stereotypical surfie. Imagine --- from 'Fast Times At Ridgemont High' and that pretty much what thus guy looked and sounded like but with an Ozzy accent. It was pretty entertaining for me. If I had a couple more days I might have stayed and tried to improve my surf skills so I could catch some nice big waves.
I'm just on the bus now, we had a breakdown any hour or so in (basically in the middle of nowhere). Apparently a mechanical engineer is close enough to a mechanic that I was enlisted to fix the bus. Being in the middle of nowhere and the fact that is the Sunday morning of a long weekend made getting a bus mechanic basically impossible. Looking at the engine there about 2 or 3 times as many pumps, filters and what not as a car and there where fuel and coolant lines running everywhere, so I figured we might be in a bit of trouble. Luckily it was just a case that the fuel gage was broken and we ran out of gas. the catch was that we needed to bleed the fuel line of air before starting the engine by using a hand pump located in the engine bay somewhere. The bus driver (my first female driver 'Hoops') didn't know where the pump was on this bus and the other driver she called said it was under the bus somewhere so we would need to get under the bus. I'd say 3 or 4 of us looked for a good hour on our backs under the bus with no luck. I'd basically given up when me and this Irish guy Neil just started pulling at thing right at the front of the engine and ended up finding it in probably the most convenient place it could be. Mind you it looked like a cap not a hand pump. So we finally got back on the road and now I'm on my way to Sydney.