Around The World In 80 Waves

I haven’t been surfing in nearly a week and I’m almost going cold turkey and will consider anything at this point.

Once I am east of the lighthouse at Cape Otway the waves are sheltered from the wind and I my expectation level rises.

When I arrive at Apollo Bay I am delighted to see small but clean lines wrapping into the bay.

When I say small, I mean thigh high waves at best, but probably knee high for the majority of the ones rolling through the bay.

I’m desperate though and the Gopro which is attached to the windscreen of the van gets this picture of me trying to convince myself into the water.

I’m not persuaded by the first place I see that might have potential but a little further around the main beach of Apollo Bay there are already a trio of surfers out and I can’t resist the urge any longer.

It is a pretty spot but I don’t have any pictures of the death defying rides I was chancing my life on because I couldn’t be bothered to unattach the windscreen camera and prep it for the water for something so small.

The water here is the coldest I have experienced to date in Australia and I treat myself to wearing my booties for the first time since New Zealand.

I caught a few quick rides just to remind myself that I came on this trip to surf but don’t stay in that long because the waves were so naff.

There had been a couple of vaguely decent rides though, and if you look closely you will see somebody riding this wave in a picture that I took from the shore.