The wet season has seriously hit. With heavy storms every night smashing the coast the rivers are starting to swell, throwing silt and sand into the ocean. This was what we had been waiting for.

The wet season has seriously hit. With heavy storms every night smashing the coast the rivers are starting to swell, throwing silt and sand into the ocean. This was what we had been waiting for. It had come late this season and it was time to make the most of the banks along the coast. It was time to get seriously shacked.

We were driving the coast exploring a few roads near rivers to see what we could find. We came to an interesting looking one with a rusty old gate blocking our entrance. A shop owner was happy enough to let us inside and as we drove through the gate was shut behind us.
The road was getting gnarly with lots of water but we were in too deep to slow down. We made it through a crazy section of mud and hit solid ground stopping to assess our next move. There wasn’t enough room to do a u-turn and in front of us was a 20 meter long DEEEP section of thick mud. We looked at each other half knowing we were not going to make it, smashed the car into first gear and hit it at 60kmh. We made it half way before the car sank into the impassibly deep muddy pit, stalling in pain.

It was a 2 hour walk back to the gate and there was no-one around. We tried every trick in the book but it was no good. After an hour of digging and pushing we discovered there was a tree imbedded in the mud resting on the back axle, stopping the car from moving.
The hottest part of the day hit and it was sweltering. It felt like 40 degrees, the puddles and mud were painfully boiling to stand in and there were mosquitoes everywhere. To make things worse there were hundreds of thorns scattered throughout the mud and red ants with stings that lasted for an eternity.

After a while we realised that the tree could not be removed as some farmers appeared in the distance. We used their machete to slowly hack at the log under the car, taking it in turns lying in the mud. The farmers helped us load up the front wheels with wood and rocks while pushing on the back end. We were finally free after 4 hours.

Exhausted and filthy from head to toe, we walked the remaining 200 meters to check the surf. What greeted us was a perfect, 6ft a-frame wave, barrelling and spitting over a shallow bank. We looked at each other, nearly laughing and found the energy to run back to the car to grab our gear.
As if we had not gone through enough to get some waves James took off on a bomb pulled in and snapped his board into three pieces on his first wave. It was absolutely pumping and he got some really good ones in the fading afternoon light.

We hit the road and drove off with huge grins on our faces tired and stinking of mud. The waves were in all aspects perfect and what we had to go through to get there made them that little bit more amazing.