The fateful day

It started as a fun mission to a little reef break a few minutes from home, ended as 6 weeks out the water.

19th September 9am on the way to the reef with my mom, friends Kyle and Matt join aswell. (There blog can be found at www.manarise.blogspot.com)

We surf till about 2pm. The wave was a bit disappointing to be honest, not breaking inside so you couldnt really get a boul, but a few came through. Sitting on the rocks watching mates surf i ponder about life, how sick SA champs will be the following and and so on.
While sitting there i meet a bearded bodyboarder that claims to be a history teacher and he tells me about the soweto uprising of 1976 which im not really interessed in.

This oke (The word oke means "Guy or Friend") ends up giving us a bit of a lift from this reef as none of our parents would pick us up. So we hike home which takes us a little more than an hour.

Now the good shit starts!

PARTY TIME

The entire week we have been frothing this party. Johno Mellish And Tom Pepler throwing a bloc party.

Get there at 9pm, skip a few hours im all good. Had a bit of the moon shine, so amped for anything.

Long story short my mate ends up throwing me off a wall and i break my foot only finding out the next morning.

That was 20 September. I can only booger again 2nd November. Ive Stared doing crack coccain to cope. Its going well!


The reef at another day.


Me before

Me after :(

Spot the cripple, fml