Australia. Again. Holy Shit.

I cannot believe I am sitting on a porch in Coolangatta, looking out over Kirra beach watching about 300 surfers ripping in 8 ft swell. I AM BACK IN AUSTRALIA! I am not quite sure that anyone except a select few people know what this means for me. and not only am I back in Australia, I am back in Coolangatta. Coolangatta changed my life.

I went for a run this morning up Kirra Beach, past Snapper's rocks, up to Rainbow bay and froggies. Memories flooded back to me. It was surreal-hence why I am having difficulties finding the words to explain how I am feeling right now. It's very strange to be here, in a place that is familiar, that means so much to me, with mates from back home who are also familiar, but in a very, very different way. Having a barbeque on Kirra beach and then doing Tim Tam Slams with Souderton Water polo players...jeez, it's a small, small world. And then there's that feeling of half hoping to run into that familiar face, and wondering what sort of chaotic emotions that will trigger. But aside from that, I AM BACK IN AUSTRALIA! Holy shit.

The road trip of the Northern part of the South Island was a complete success, and Amy and I concluded the trip with swimming with the Dusky Dolphins in Kaikoura, and then an all night bender of a night down in Christchurch, complete with dancing hula hooping in the streets and dancing on tables. Noticed that in Christchurch, dudes out number chicks by about 87 to 1. It was also pretty crazy to walk around the city and see the damage that the earthquakes have done, wondering if i'll experience an aftershock. And now I am in Queensland, the state where all of the flooding is occurring in Australia. That seems to be how I roll; moving from one natural disaster to the next. Sorry mom. But no flooding in Coolies, thank goodness. Just pumping swell, sunshine, and that unbelieveable Australian feeling of "no fucking worries, mate."