Dylan Beach

Fluidzone.com ran a quick little interview of me in conjunction with southern saturday.

Dylan Beach Interview › Transmission › Fluidzone

click the link to head on over to have a quick little read

Im doing a few interviews for fluidzone.com at the moment, delving deep into the minds of SA bodyboarders,photographers and film makers.

Heres an exert from Jake Seabrook.

but most of my time spent was living in adelaide and even a short stint in kangaroo island what else? i like boobs and shinny things

The last week I’ve been battling jetlag, heatstroke, sunburn  due to my pasty european skin and stomach cramps due to ice coffee. Safe to say I arrived home all safe. As I walked through the door into Australia customs, first thing I heard was a thick Australian accent directing traffic into customs. Oh was it comforting, not only to understand what they were saying, but it finally sunk in that I had arrived to the best country in the world.

After travelling through Europe and other countries in the past few years, I have really come to appreciate Australia and even Adelaide. Yeah sure we hate good ol’ “Radelaide” when were here, but after I have travelled  through cities like Rome, Paris and even Bali and realise how precious a 3 bedroom house with a garden on a quiet street finally is.

Walking through customs, I caught a quick glimpse of a blonde beauty in my vision, I was being picked up by my girlfriend so I thought I shouldnt check out another girl, especially when we were to reunited after 3 months apart. At second glance, I looked again and saw a familiar smile, after 3 months I had too look twice to see it was actually my girlfriend waiting for me at the gate. She had a bag waiting for me to welcome me back to Australia. the items included.                                                                               1. Ice Coffee 2. The latest Movement bodyboarding magazine. 3 the latest Le Boogie bodyboarding magazine. 3. Some brand new fresh undies.

I couldnt have thought of anything else that I could have asked. I had my refreshment, my reading material and even a fresh pair of undies, which after 30 odd hours of planes and airports was a pretty smart idea.

Hugs were hugged kisses were kissed and we were off to tick off my first check for my arrival. A swim in the ocean. After 2 months of city bashing this is what I was looking forward to the most.

The week has continued with all the usual catch ups and stories being told, a few summer surfs at the infamous knights beach wedge, numerous ice coffees, one shift at work and lot and lots of sleep.

I’ve also purchased a new car which hopefully should take me on a few adventures this summer, so stay tuned and hopefully there will be some interesting words being displayed on your screen.

until next time

 I’m back from a hiatus, sorry to anyone that actually took the time to read these insignificant words on a screen, that describes my doing and goings. Truth is i actually never thought anyone actually read this until my travels across Europe.Two weeks I had three friends, living in three separate parts of the world, ask why I wasnt writing on my blog anymore. 

So two months later, 4 countries on, I’m sitting on a couch in Parma, writing my first blog in about 6 months. This is to you, Martin, Dan and Jack, who actually read this.

So keep in touch for some more updates about my current travel around the beautiful continent they call Europe.

I love the odd road trip. Letting free on the open road, drinking ice coffee, chewing up the bitumen, talking shit with your mates. Its all good times.

So when I was at work slaving away at the daily grind last saturday, and Michael Watts messaged me asking if I was keen for a drive to surf the wave ’ Luna Park’ I was pretty keen. With further discussions I found out that we were leaving that night and were back on the following night. If you’ve ever driven along the great ocean road, you know this isnt a quick hop skip and a jump to the wave itself.

I sucked it up and we were off after I finished work. The drive over was pretty cruisy, Wattsy drove the whole way while I sat and watched the trees go by, talking shit and taking the odd 10 minute shut eye. After a long 9 hour drive, we finally arrive at 5am that morning. We planned to have a few hours shut eye before we met to friends from Melbourne in the carpark.At 630 they arrive, we barely had an hour and halfs sleep, I was wobbly on my feet, feeling dizzy and disoriented from minimal sleep whilst we  were walking up and checked the waves.

If you’ve ever checked out Lunas, it looks almost pretty fun from the cliff, looks half the size and not nearly as heavy as it does from the water. We were watching sets unload on the ledge trying to amp myself up, just to get into my wettie when the air temp is in single digits. Watching from land I was convinced it was only like 4-5 foot, when I asked Luke ( dude from Geelong) how big he thought it was, with his reply “oh 6 foot minimun…oh shit nah that sets easy 8 foot’………I thought holy fuck surely not.

When paddling out I saw what he meant. Lunas is next level, the surroundings, the wave and cold, it all plays a part in scaring the shit out of you.

Long story short I caught a few waves, got smashed on my first one hit the reef numerous times and ragged dolled. 2nd wave same thing, I was pretty rattled after a few waves. I ended up catching a few more, but after Benny free fell top to bottom on a set wave and got absolutely hammered, rolling over the ledge and loosing his board, I had enough.

We all went in and decided to get some food and check some other spots. Long story short we surfed 3 times, all three times were in either pumping waves or in  super fun waves.

The drive back was even worse with me and Wattsy on barely 2 hours sleep, and surfing all day having to drive 9 hours back home.

Wasnt defiantly as fun as it sounds.

Few photos from my phone I took before we paddled out.