Tag Archives: Surf

Last Friday in Noosa, we saw the sixth installment of the Joel Tudor, Duct Tape Invitational, presented by Vans. Sixteen of the best log riders from across the world came together to slide and jive through a day of waves. First Point Noosa hadn’t seen such perfect conditions for longboarding all year. Joel Tudor, mentor of every surfer involved and brainchild of the occasion, took the crowd through the criteria from the commentators box. * “Boards must be over nine feet long. They must be single fin, with no leash or leash plug. Boards must weigh more than twelve pounds. Surfers are expected to surf as though they are the love child of David Nuuhiwa and Nat Young. Gentlemen’s rules, … View More

After a roller coaster trip up Australia’s east coast you can bet we were glad to pull into the safe harbour of Noosa to rest saddle sores and dry our somewhat sodden clothes. Little did we know that there was another storm brewing. Emphasis on the brew. Saturday night we’d asked kindred spirits, Thomas Surfboards if they had a spare bedsheet they’d let us nail to the wall in order to splash our latest little motion flick up onto. Entitled “Ain’t we got fun”, it charts the collaborative effort of Harrison and Thomas zipping to Bali, zapping to Java then Back to Bali and finally a solo trip by Harrison. It wasn’t a quest for frequent flyer miles, rather the … View More

Byron Bay and its eclectic group of locals, wandering hippies and backpackers are always interesting to visit, but this road trip wasn’t dubbed North to Noosa so that we could lose our minds in northern New South Whales. After a couple of cozy nights in Suffolk park we were itching to be ‘on the road again’. We left Byron Bay and its grassy hills mid morning, with our final destination just four hours away. No time to visit the Gold Coast, our boards are too weird to be appreciated around the Quiksilver Pro. No interest in Logan, no interest in Brisbane and definitely no interest in Caboolture. We were on a direct path to Hastings Street and first point Noosa. … View More

On these cool, sunny afternoons, the ride from Grafton to Byron Bay is pure bliss. With van in tow, we rode north along the Clarence River, holding tight for the gust of wind as each semi-trailer passed in the opposite direction. Our excitement increased as we passed each town, knowing that once Ballina was behind us, we were on the home straight. I’m not much of a believer, but the green hills inland from Byron Bay are how I imagine God’s country. Riding above the grassy hills, soaked in sunshine with a view of the ocean, it felt grand to be back in familiar territory. To Husni’s delight, we pointed out Lennox to the south and Byron to the north. … View More

At the end of summer each year, the east coast of Australia experiences a kind of wet season. When it rains here, it pours. After a couple of soaking wet days on a motorbike, I was beginning to question whether this ride north to Noosa was really a great idea. Everyone else was wondering the same thing. But, as it happens with us surfers, when the sun finally did shine and we found a fun wave, all of our worries were forgotten. The waves weren’t perfect, but it gave us all a chance to ride something other than a motorbike, and my bum was starting to get sore. After a few waves and a whole lot more paddling than we’d … View More

~ FAREWELL CAMPERDOWN ~ Forecast, what forecast? Just go. That’s what our ragtag group of surfers has done. Our convoy involves a borrowed 78 Ford van and three motorbikes. Destination Noosa. On Sunday we headed north, gripping the handlebars in the first ray of sunshine that Sydney had seen in three days. The dry didn’t last for long, only thirty clicks out of town we hit our first rainsquall. My friends and I found out just what it’s like to ride through pelting rain at high speeds. With a strong southeaster blowing the only chance of surf was behind one of the east coasts notorious headlands. At our first stop the waves weren’t ideal. It was up to the dirt … View More