October 23rd 2012

G-LAND ...   There is a phrase commonly heard for G-Land that rings frequently and 100% true in my opinion, that being "everyday is different."  And today will stand out as a different day for many years to come.  100% the poorest quality day of surf in my experience.  Winds were bad but swell was OK.  Actually there were some overhead sets but it was just amazingly bumped up by about 9 o'clock, onshores really blowing and really destroying the surf.  The early morning session was for sure cleaner and more lined up.  So day #2 with poor winds, forecast being correct and hopefully continuing its "crystal ball" insight for the upcoming days as it's showing a positive future for riding waves.

BUT in all that, it was still fun.  Wasn't much different that a standard southern californian day or what east aussies probably eat up too.  The water was perfect, the sun singeing hot, and the crowd non-existent.

Classic moment of intra-galaticle, cross-relationship, space-time collapsing realization today at dinner.  Does that make sense?  It shouldn't...   So sitting down at the long table, someone says "what about you jet-pilot" to one of the guys a few chairs away.  I didn't think much of it, but pass a few minutes and i hear "dog fight" come from the previously addressed "jet pilot."   OK, that's a new one for the guest list, he's a jet fighter pilot thought to be from the States and most of them come from southern california so i'm curious.  "Where you stationed at bro, " i say.   "Newcastle, mate," he says.   I thought you were from the States bounced in my head but i didn't let it outta my mouth.  Aussie's can be prideful racists, but i don't have that feeling from him anyways.  So now the "cross-relationship" thing starts to root in me.   "Right, you ever do any exercises out here in Indo?"   He slides out a classic aussie "Yaaaaa eee  yaah mate, did one with the Indonesian air force last year, " his answer completely stunning me cause i don't know how i thought he was a yank, especially after hearing his rich "yaaaaa eee yaah."   Here comes the collapse of Einsteinium space-time continuum cause i went from present time now to over 1 year ago and back to now faster than the speed of light, realizing this is the mother effer that got to carve all around the point and Grajagan Bay airspace, even doing a lap around the entire bay in 2 minutes while we "frothed" at the sight.  But a secondary collapse occurred when he was equally frothing at the sight from his bubble cockpit and which precisely transpired at the convergence of his ultra low-altitude line up the point, reaching Moneytrees peak and abruptly turning 90 degrees to the sky while he pressed the throttle to full, blasting all of us in the wake of his afterburned F-18.  We could all feel his frustration.   Although his collapse occurred 1st in standard time construct, in fact it was secondary based on a caveat that physicists love to (or need to) incorporate into their theories to actuate them.  Thus, the  incorporation of an intra-galacticle portion to my theory.  In this galaxy, i'm never gonna be the guy in that bubble cockpit    nevermind     i'll stop    probably better if you did the same at  "It shouldn't..."

--MICHAEL

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