Continue time dancer, and the compass that we attached to the windshield of the van to cover a crack, it keeps us on course down south. With our two friends 'Italianissimo' salute Sydney and we start the usual boring terrible life to find isolated beaches and sheltered bays to be able to surf in the sun or crucible. We have enough respect for the two new traveling companions, and since our days pass mainly surfing, we decided to take a break and go see the Blue Mountains. Some nice time hiking in the forest and the next day we again try to sniff them that waves on the coast. I think all the travel company nn easily forget that our first day on the coast, the 24 hours of the surfing world. We arrived in a bay near Wollongong, which was nearly eight o'clock, an hour of it and still no clear ... fleeting glance between me and "Bro" and we're running stuck with the empty half of the session to sunset. The moment they call "feeding time" that is, when friends come in the bank of sharp teeth to eat the fish ... the waves are too beautiful and the probability we see in the water with another ten people ... once again wins the sport. Let us go to dinner and we fall asleep satisfied that nell'indomani chatting and hoping that the conditions are still strong. Wake up at 5.30am, breakfast ... in the dawn, the sea like a mirror that reflects sunlight everywhere, warming our bodies inside those suits that make us feel protected and invulnerable. Up and down every ripple that we happen to pull his arms until around 9:30 we decided to do a second breakfast with dirigergi maidens and then to some other beach a little more affordable, even for their ability to learn surfers. The day the sun keeps shining and where we really needed to, about eleven we find this patch of sand white wrought by waves relatively acceptable and we set off into the water, but this time without tables, is the women's turn, and then try to help them until they can hunt nn their first wave and trying part of what drives us every day to find the way to the sea. 'S time to rpanzo but me and bro and then we still give in to the kitchen to the tables we Mat hand and shoot another orettina surf until our stomachs nn leaves us no choice but to quit. The atmosphere is heavenly, as usual, rumors, and looks directly into the emotions that we know the time that the evidence, as to be indelible scars on the skin. I hear the voices that slowly move away, digestion takes over and from the inside the camper as the breeze cuddles me and makes me pull the sleeping bag on his back, I leave for my usual afternoon nap. We raise the curtains also come from the beach and near Kiama beach .... the idea of \u200b\u200bItalianissimo to make a nice aperitif on the beach at sunset attracts a while and then all looking for the site. Dolphin Point is before us with a long beach sheltered from the wind and waves ... perfect! Me and David and we look with a face we can say that it is better to have some respect for our friends and maybe look for something else where nn is still willing to ride ... ride the van and go on for another kilometer. .. our eyes once again .... No cross talk is not served, the reversal U came automatic ...." Valerie, Stephanie prepared a drink ... I'll see you at the beach ... " X And \u200b\u200bthe fourth time in 24 hours, we are all there to run with the mute half-strung to another sunset over the sea to other waves to slip up .... what we love to do .... After a couple of hours and the sun was hidden behind the horizon ... we reach the two friends and we strafacciamo beer chips and dips spread on toast ... I sit over their shorts and I happen to think about how It was a long road to get to say "..... I am happy "
a thousand adventures would be told in this last stretch, but there are things that sometimes it's nice to live in the field and keep for himself. Every one gets his way to travel a different result, and certain emotions nn potrebero never be explained ...
's friend Massimo No boat could never believe how here in Australia is depopulating his catchphrase "... and then you die" Every little habits and ways of saying that during a trip to create the atmosphere and define the personality components. Some have their fists in the hands and everyone who has never seen such old age in one man .... who wants to strike ... and who goes to surf and finds himself in a shark on a surfboard .... and then you die. It continues down to Ulladulla, Sanctuary Point, Long Beach ..... ......... Malacota where we wake up on a deserted beach and in a manner Of course there we go for a jog, a swim and some silly pictures at 7 o'clock in the morning ... then piovosissimo Willson Promontory .... and finally .... she Melbourne. When you see the highway sign that says "Welcome to Melbourne, you'll lov it" a thrill through us back, here we go again ... the tour of Australia is made. Who writes and David van drove on two different, but united by the same time we headed towards the only place that riordavamo as "home." Although we did look a little strange house in a neighborhood Italian for two years after that we just tried to avoid a lump in my throat .... unites us in a grip of silence ... until the car park and a long hug unites us in life same emotion. "Melbourne: WE'RE BACK !!!!"
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