Following my night out in Cheeky Monkeys, an early morning taxi ride to my bus pick up point didn't sit favourably! My new driver, Brett turned out to be the best which was lucky seeing as there were just four of us on the bus. Me, Chloe and two dutchies! A pleasantly short bus ride saw is in Spot X Surf Camp where we checked in with the generic surfer type staff, dumped our stuff and had lunch.

The afternoon was to be spent with Josh, our dread totting surf instructor and Ali, our sex starved photographer who threatened to rape me on several occasions - I didn't know whether to be more worried about huge waves and rips or her!! None of our group were particularly bothered about surfing but we began the lesson with basic safety and then head to the beach where we moved onto the more practical aspects. After much arsing around on the sand, it was finally time to tackle the waves. Considering my fatigue and a number of successive wipeouts, I totally enjoyed the whole experience and even rode a good few waves! Near the end of the lesson, the girls all got tired so I had one on one tuition. The lesson came to a triumphant end with me riding a fairly beasty wave most the way into shore. Absolutely exhausted with battling the huge waves, we trapsed back to our room and took a welcome shower!

Dinner was a glorious, never ending buffet of dreams! The night wound down around a log fire with Brett the bus driver singing songs on the guitar whilst we drank wine he had bought us all en route, an awesome day an wicked experience! I just need to learn the Aussie cricket team and I'll get me a visa!