Surfing Chapter Ten: The Bridge/ｻｰﾌｨﾝ第10章: 橋

At the time of our trip, in 1987, Spit Ball, who I think was the youngest out of all of us, had the least driving experience. Vegemite and I had driven a few farm trucks, and clearly Bazza, being a mechanic, had driven his fair share too. Spit Ball was the only one without his motor bike license.

Surfing Chapter Nine: Shark!/ ｻｰﾌｨﾝ 第9章：サメ！

Despite Mad Max, we stayed on at Cactus a few more days and got some good waves. Then we hit the road again before making a brief stop at Port Lincoln, a peninsula surfing spot j ust short of five hundred kilometers further East. While Bazza and Spit Ball played cards Vegemite and I went for a s