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Learn Australian

ta thanks

rock up show up ei: he better rock up soon

brekkie breakfast

maccas Macdonalds

Straya Australia

arvo afternoon

mozzies mosquitos

how ya going? how are you?

g’day hello

mate friend, buddy, pal, dude, etc etc (tag it on to pretty much any sentence)

reckon to gather/to think ei:reckon it’ll rain this arvo, mate?

Tally Ho a preferred brand of rolling papers

op shop thrift store

bogin’ redneck

frothin’ you feel it after a good session

teabaggin’ it sitting out on your board not catching waves, just floating

Bunyip A mythical creature (like a Sasquatch)

root, rooting, rooted fuck, fucking, fucked

Mermaid that’s me

no drama no worries

I reckon learning Australian is much easier than Learning Spanish, mate!

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journal

July 28, 2012

There’s no chapter in The Girl’s Guide To Surfing that talks about how to handle agro locals. So when this big (like Olympic weightlifter big) Tico guy starts chatting me up, I say hi but ultimately opt to disengage conversation. Head high sets are rolling in, they need my full attention.

Unfortunately, my dark skinned Casanova does not understand the avoidance tactic. He sees my coolness as disrespect, when really it’s pure survival. Making plans is hard to do when you’re thinking about being slammed by the falls.

“Get out of my water you fucking Gringa!” he lashes out.

Damn. Perhaps I should have been a tad more convivial.

“What’s your problem dude?” I yell back. “Just let me surf.”

“Fucking Gringa,” he repeats then paddles in front of me. A round wave starts to lift him up and he turns to take it.

We lock eyes.

I know it. He knows it. If he goes for it, he could easily rip right over me. Like a deer in headlights, I sit there, frozen.

He eases off.

I exhale and catch the next one back to the beach, totally rattled. The last time I felt this assaulted was when the stingray got me.

Back at the hostel, a stiff Vodka Seven (with a twist) leads to an early sleep. I drift off picturing obnoxious closeouts, wishing my Hawaiian brother was still around to surf with, and hoping my next encounter with Casanova happens on land, not water.

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