Carnarvon

Yes... there's a promotional ditty on radio: Carnarvon-I love it! It's come to the point that people are leaving Gnarloo to enjoy the watersport scene of Carnarvon. I have it on good authority that the Fascine in front of my house is in fact perfect for kitesurfing. I tried it and still couldn't get up, so I've got my doubts. But be that as it may, it's been a great couple of days of windsurfing and nocturnal expeditions to the town's watering holes. A kitesurfing kiwi is helping both me and Ed- the new doc in town- to get our gybes sorted by taping the mess on video. While the steaks are sizzling on the barbie we're getting private instruction. My only ambition for the past ten years, you see, has been has been the planing gybe....I tried it in the Caribbean, wasted hours at attempts on the North Sea. I've failed in the Mediterranean, and I flunked it on the Indian Ocean. And I've got an announcement to make: I HAVE DONE IT! ...The owner of the local bottle shop almost burst out in tears when I told him I'd leave town a while.

So anyway. I just wanted to have that on the web before I leave. The immediate future is a bit uncertain, but I may head off with the Kiwi and his mate to Geraldton to put in a bit of surfing before heading to Perth. I've meanwhile bought a new board and three sails so my holiday just cant't go wrong!

Kees