The Nikita Pro Junior: well done Alizé & Charly
Moi, Alizé (la championne) et Camille >> team O'neill!
Camille et moi
Charly Martin
adventures of a nomadic surfer
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Nikita Pro Junior Euskadi
Venturing across the French/Spanish boarder and through the breathe taking hills of the Pays Basque is an ultimate treat to the eyes! Such a luscious landscape to devour. Nature in its greatest form complimented not interfered with by the stylish Euskadi homes. The contrast of true red roofed homes, their pristine painted white walls surrounded by the magnificent foliage truly is a panoramic view of the Euskadi flag, red, white and green.
Friday, July 30, 2010
A Birthday Benefaction
One must treat themselves on their birthday!!
29th July 2010
20 years of age and still in love with her childhood treat!
A kind facebook comment from my dear friend Anna Westbrook:
there once was a blonde girl named raine
who seems to have travelled to spain
she left behind sydney
with more than one kidney
that 2 kidneyed girl named raine
happy birthday raine!!! hope you're still having as much fun overseas as i had making that limerick. that means a LOT of fun. hurry home slowly xoxoxoxox
Absolutely laughed my head off when I read this! I was sitting on the stairs of the hotel in Plentzia trying to grasp some wi-fi reception and my laughter was echoing the whole way up the stair well! Oops sorry!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
La Vie à Hossegor!!!
"Time is just a combination of numbers or a mechanical clock face. The emotional reaction to viewing such a thing can sometimes cause negative feelings. Guilt. Shame. Regret. These are in actual fact unnecessary when passing time in Europe as it is the sun who guides the body to living each day to its full extent."
Monday, July 26, 2010
England
Lynemouth
Steep decline. Boulders. Almost knocking fins out. Small, fun waves. Windy. Back of van nap. Leather jacket. Dangerous seagulls. Lyndon's massive good luck bird poo. Steep incline.
Putsborough
£4 parking. Joke! Boys being dacked. Tide push. Offshore. Barrels. Locals. Warmer water. Packing up in the rain.
Woolacombe
Homely home. Yummy meal. Big laughs. Childhood memories. Ice cream. Walking in the elements. Drinks with local friends. Txting. G&Ts. Big warm bed. Much needed sleep.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Donostia San Sebastian Pro Junior
click the title above to go onto the ASP Europe contest site, there is a live webcast
Girls have a lay day today.
I've come down from Capbreton to watch the boys heats and explore the city.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sri Lanka
A Taste of Sri Lanka from Raine Jackson on Vimeo.
Thanks to Johnny Freyer's mum who caught a couple of my waves inbetween the boys. Had such a great time! Can't wait to go back!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Beach Bar Quotes Arugam Bay
“We are perceivers. The world that we perceive, though, is an illusion.”
“Cast aside all clinging and the essence will at once emerge.”
“Even if only in your imagination, it is still good to escape the sadness of everyday life and spend some time in another world.”
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world. One should see as a new butterfly.”
Shalita, New Mexico
Thoughts in Rome
Judgement and comparison occupies the mind constantly. You can't avoid the sense of discomfort due to the lack of history we in Australia have. Walking through the Roman streets and seeing monuments of which have existed since before Jesus absolutely baffles me. It's as though I'm ashamed our history only dates a few hundred years. Or is it that we haven't exposed nor celebrated the original inhabitants of Australia. Thanks Kevin for apologising for the ill treatment and thank you Bankstown for supplying a terrible stereotype of the Aboriginal people to modern society.
They deserve greater right and respect. It is their land and their stories which should be more publicly displayed. Their history has not shaped nor influenced our culture. We as white westerners do not accurately represent the true Terra Australis Incognita. It's as though their past has been put aside and not widely explored. We need to take time to look at who we are and where we originate. (I, of coarse am the worst offender, I didn't listen to Miss Mac in yr 10, I don't even think I had a history book) I promise I will.
On the contrary it is nice to be apart of a young country, we are creating Australia's history.
Our motherland has a true gift, it's a country of the present.
Me, Olivia, Bronte, Camilla & Imogen at the Pantheon
Ultimate tourists, Bronte & I, map and a gelato in hand!
Technical Difficulties
The purpose of a camera is to capture a moment so we can at a later date recount the times passed. A camera however does not capture the sentiment of surrounding energy. It is in some way insufficient in preserving memories. Of course one can look at a photo and remember the experience yet the person seeing the photo for the first time sees it narrowly. Only what is displayed exposes the time past not the positivity, stress, adoration or hardship felt.
A traveler's closest companion is his/her camera. Gripped tightly in the dominant hand or hanging close to ones heart, it has its own set of eyes in which it deposits experiences into its memory bank. It goes all over the world with you, it isn't until this friend decides it has had enough of your frequent prodding and ceases to fulfil what a true friend should. Be there when needed.
In my case, this occurred the day I arrived in one of the most photogenic cities, Rome. Perfect timing! So unfortunately I will have no assistance in recounting the beautiful images my mind was treated.
When one "sight sees", they go somewhere with the intension of taking a photo. Without a camera you feel as though you should be completing something. It's an awkward feeling of not fulfilling a traveler's job. Not to mention the inability of conforming to the usual self portrait amongst the other 2,000 people attempting to photograph both your head and the Fontana de Trevi. As ridiculous as it sounds it really feels as though my job here is not done. Even though I walked through the Vatican city on a guided tour, cheered on the World Cup final in the Piazza Novona, met friends on the Spanish stairs, peered into the Colosseum, gazed up the centre sunlight of the Pantheon, walked along the Via del Corso with my inherited expensive taste louring me into the designer stores, and respected the silence in some of the most beautiful churches. I believe I will again gear myself for a good walk around the Roman streets and stand in ore at the size of every column and statue at some point in the future.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Enthusiastic to get back on track
"Think like a Warrior, Train like an Athlete” Kyle Tyrrell
Going to be a great summer!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Sri Lanka
The first bead of sweat was the initial awakening of the senses and as we traveled from Columbo airport to our dingy hotel in Negumbo, it was only the windows that separated us from a new world yet to be introduced to the unknowledgeable eye. A short bus ride through town, dodging pedestrians, cows and any motor vehicles on our obstacle course of a road kept us from dozing off after our tiring 11h flight.
The streets were indescribable, like a secret only the mind can recount.
Our arrival at the hotel allowed for an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion after lugging everything to our designated dirt boxes. We were then able to rejuvenate our water loving souls with the sea. A brisk breeze cooled a peaceful walk along the beach and ignited out first conversation expressed purely with body language.
The kids teased the young boy as I chased him blowing kisses. The girls swished their purple and pink flowing dresses in the wind. And the boys chewed their pink, popping bubble gum. A beautiful inception to an interesting journey ahead.
As the children returned to their homes they ran along the beach half turned. Looking back, their everlasting smiles drifting away with their endless waves and sweet byes.
The sun was setting over the choppy western waves of Negumbo and all that was left in our minds was the long anticipated perfection of the east.
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