Have surfed for the last 20 years, and finally cracked last year from spending another waveless summer in Perth, without my salt water fix. I finally picked up an old clunker of a windsurfer (probably a relic from the 80s, fluro pink cloth sail and day-glo blue boom

) Spent all last summer in the river, being chucked over the handle bars

,choking on jelly fish, cursing and swearing but all the time having a tonne of fun,have finally upgraded to a little sinker with a flash new (secondhand

) plastic sail. Still getting chucked but totally addicted, specially on those 25kt plus days jammed in the footstraps, strapped in and pretending I have some sort of control! Great fun. No inclination to try "tea-bagging", for some reason just doesnt look like the same rush, but hey each to their own.
Billabong was wrong, they say only a surfer knows the feeling, Merchant and the crew obviously havent stuck a pole on their boards

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