We all know why we love this thing called windsurfing, but every now and then we get an extra dose of stoke and it reinforces the feeling. I just spent 4 weeks home in Tassie, and only got out sailing once, in a freezing gale coming off snow capped mountains, lost the end cap of the main batten so the sail was out of control, not a good session. Now I'm back in PNG, and just had 2 great afternoons of sailing. Especially today. Wind was just right for my only sail here (5.0), I nailed every gybe for the whole session (first time ever), sailed back in with the sun going down, my mates had the BBQ going with meat cooking, the esky was full of beer and ice. SWEET.

Just took a look at your "Sero beach club house"
Gee your doin it bloody tough, don't know how you can hack it being away from the South in times like this
Good to hear you didn't blow a gybe, then again, some of the things found in the water up there, would be a strong deterrent to ensure you cracked each one

that would be south pacific lager?? wouldnt compare too well to the boags.