“The Aussies tried to deep-fry my pita pocket”
-Smith
Noosa was a really strange stop. I have heard how wonderful it was. The beaches where packed. So far I was used to having the Aussie beaches to myself. Noosa reminded me of Rodeo Drive in Hollywood, where I had been a few months before. Despite the obvious touristy stuff it was a great place to surf. I spent every waking hour in Noosa surfing. I surfed so much I almost forgot to eat. You may think it was funny that a fat guy like me went surfing, but by now I was determined. I had already watched too many 8 year old Aussie kids laugh and point at me. I was DETERMINED TO EITHER SURF OF BE EATEN BY SHARKS.
I think back in retrospect and realize I was more of a tasty Smith kabob for the sharks. A strange and wonderful thing happened one day near dusk. Just as I was about to give up “body surfing”. (Yes, I got tired of falling down). A few dolphins appeared in the water and started playing with us surfers and wannabees <me>, trying to knock us off the boards.
