Weekend Fulfillment

Where do i start....
My Aunts birthday was one good night. Got to have a good old fashioned shin-dig with my cousins who i have not seen in a while. Some hubbly was smoked and a lot of time was spent chatting around the fire. I hit the sack at about 2:30am only to awake at half 5 for my next adventure...

I picked up peter the mussel eater in Gtown and then headed off to meet up with Stoffel in Westville. The we hit the South Coast high way till we hit Umzumbe. Checked the surf and then Giffy made his entrance in a style only Giffy could, with 6 cold black labels. The surf was not too great but fun would be the word. Then we waited for the rest to arrive. They came at different intervals and then eventually the party got under way. One of the many highlights would be Giffy crashing his bike shortly followed by Dane going over the handlebars into his own car. A great little jam took place with Ryan, Dane and me. With the highlight being Peter ejecting his dinner and doing things that i am not too keen to repeat. The night ended somehow I can't remeber...

We woke up and checked the surf to be greated with favourable conditions. Stu and Wesley arrived and we hit the water. Too much fun. Little left and right jems breaking on some shallow rock. After a long and healthy surf a much needed chill period ensuied until we went for an afternoon surf at the point in some less than average waves.
The night was a heavy one. We ran out of booze, so a lot of theft went down. The we tried to hit up the Mantis and Moon, only to be turned around as we arrived. Who would not turn away a bunch of drunks led by giffy dressed like a rockstar wearing sunglasses at midnight who addressed the manager in German when he clearly was a Portugeus speaker.

Monday greated us with some super fun waves again. We had Granti in the water with us too. After a decent surf a solid game of one bounce went down. Craig and Stu definately took the cake. The drinking started early again after a quick stock up trip.
Drinking games where the flavour of the final night. And way too many of them. Which is the reason why I had the savage hangover that I did on the final morning for the pack up and departure.
A long drive back to the district was fueled by KFC and conve from Pete and Craig.
Well i can't really say i am glad to be home. But i was happy to not have to travel anymore.
So another good one goes down.

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