3851 km west

3 days into our south coast voyage things got weird... swell was nil.. the forecast was looking shady. 

Our saviour was the ex services club at the end of the street. Pokies, scooners and the dishlickers filled the void of the flat conditions. Jordy and Dusty got a taste of the local produce on offer, J dogs serving was a little larger than he expected a country gal with a motorbike wound from a superman seat grab... eeeerrr yes...

Hungover and semi rattled we needed to slay so a call was made... lets bail and find some waves.

3 hour drive... 5 hour flight... 3 hour drive and we arrive.

The maps look grand, we think it was a good call..... time will tell.