I know the long Australia Day weekend has just past and there are some lucky kids who's parents have pulled them out of the first week of school for another week of holiday's before the year begins again, but seriously, driving into the carpark of Torquay's famous Bell's Beach the other morning was like pulling up at Ikea in Sydney's Western suburbs. One word: packed. Although, I can see why so many tourists and locals alike, all flock to the famous break.
Home to the world's longest running surfing comp, the Bell's Beach SurfClassic, which attracts surfing big guns like Kelly Slater each Easter, Bell's is a beautiful beach. Long, uninterrupted waves pour in from the horizon and would-be surfers pour in just as fast from near and far to try and catch a few.
Our kombi ride drew a few stares from fellow tourists (and we weren't the only ones driving a VW) - but the surfing stereotype ended with the van, I'm afraid. The last time Luke took to the surf was at Curly Beach back on Sydney's Northern Beaches and let's just say when a fellow surfer emerged from the water with a mighty big chuck out of his leg and blood oozing everywhere, I crossed my fingers that my husband's wild board riding antics weren't involved. But, alas, Luke came out of the water not long afterwards and pretty much told me to run for the car as he had just accidently run over a mean looking local on his borrowed mal board. Luckily we survived the incident but in the interest of safety for all those who like to ride a few waves, Luke now prefers to surf the web.
We soaked up the swell at Bell's for a while and then decided to head to a less crowded stretch of sand for a swim ourselves. And at $37 for a powered site for our last little piece of caravan park grass, let's hope the crowd dissappears back to the cities where they came from quick smart, otherwise we'll have no choice but to stick around Torquay until Easter, so Luke can enter the Bell's SurfingClassic and win us a fortune so we can continue on our adventure. Or we may be home earlier than we think!
Yours in the great outdoors,
Odette
Home to the world's longest running surfing comp, the Bell's Beach SurfClassic, which attracts surfing big guns like Kelly Slater each Easter, Bell's is a beautiful beach. Long, uninterrupted waves pour in from the horizon and would-be surfers pour in just as fast from near and far to try and catch a few.
Our kombi ride drew a few stares from fellow tourists (and we weren't the only ones driving a VW) - but the surfing stereotype ended with the van, I'm afraid. The last time Luke took to the surf was at Curly Beach back on Sydney's Northern Beaches and let's just say when a fellow surfer emerged from the water with a mighty big chuck out of his leg and blood oozing everywhere, I crossed my fingers that my husband's wild board riding antics weren't involved. But, alas, Luke came out of the water not long afterwards and pretty much told me to run for the car as he had just accidently run over a mean looking local on his borrowed mal board. Luckily we survived the incident but in the interest of safety for all those who like to ride a few waves, Luke now prefers to surf the web.
We soaked up the swell at Bell's for a while and then decided to head to a less crowded stretch of sand for a swim ourselves. And at $37 for a powered site for our last little piece of caravan park grass, let's hope the crowd dissappears back to the cities where they came from quick smart, otherwise we'll have no choice but to stick around Torquay until Easter, so Luke can enter the Bell's SurfingClassic and win us a fortune so we can continue on our adventure. Or we may be home earlier than we think!
Yours in the great outdoors,
Odette
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