Showing posts with label surf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surf. Show all posts

Friday, October 1, 2010

bits and bobs from 2010

One of the artists in the alleyway in Melbourne, which is dedicated to spray painters

Prettiness in Wilderness

Richard Poulter ripping at Victoria Bay

A tortoise I found while doing a walk to a “Geocache” in the Garden Route

The redeemer of the Eastern Cape - Richard Poulter at the toposcope in Bathurst, EC

My sister, Jenna getting comfortable on the now unused railway tracks in the Garden Route

Monday, May 4, 2009

THALASSA AND OAKLEY PRO

Thalassa Backpackers, in Kasouga (between Port Alfred and Kenton-on-sea), had their grand opening on Friday 1 May. After the unexpected ‘scenic route’ that I took, I ended up in the picturesque setting, with milkwoods and monkeys; the beach was just the cherry on the top. Sand dunes and a long stretch of sand down to the sea is what unveiled itself to me after the fairytale walk through the bushes. Besides the area around the backpackers being mind-blowing, the backpackers itself is rather homely and enjoyable to.














There is a large round fireplace, which everyone sits around at night with a bevvie, chatting away and singing along (if you’re into that) to the guitar. Do not forget the two lovable resident cats!


Saturday morning we went off to Port Alfred for breakfast (pizza and a draft). To my surprise, the Oakley Pro Junior was on at East beach. So off I went. There were quite a few good dudes surfing (Shaun Joubert, Klee Strachan, Thomas Woods).
After sitting, watching and photographing for a couple of hours, I hit the road back with Lp Show and Cat Empire pumping.




















Saturday, April 25, 2009

RANDOM TRIP DOWN TO PORT ALFRED

We all woke up hung over on Saturday (25 April 09) morning, and after my crazy night I decided that I needed to get out of this town for the day. Called up a few friends and an hour later the 6 of us were on the road. Beach time lasted about an hour and after putting jerseys etc on, we decided that the cold was a bit much and opted for a cold beer. While having the beer, we checked out the pier!


Walking down towards the little waves we had seen in the distance,
they were actually a hell of a lot bigger than we had thought. Giant and powerful, and from being so close, I could really feel the sense of supremacy flowing out of the ocean.








On our way back to Grahamstown, we felt obliged to have a look at the famous Giant Pineapple. If only it were edible...