Esperence
We had heard that about 1000 kilometers east south of Perth you could find a spot for wave riding so good that there was no comparison. One swede from my own hometown told me he drove down there even though he only had two days to spend. But those two had been worth the 2000 km's drive. We got there in the end of february when the wind up north was supposed to be just as good/bad as in the south. Esperence
Esperence hidden white beach The heat was not as bad down south. Esperence was a tiny town with a pop. of 11 000. But which we still found it hard to find any were to camp without getting caught by the ranger who by the way we got to know later on. We were exteremly lucky to meet up with a very generous Swedish guy( to the right in the picture afraid of the massive waves) who was living there for the moment. So we got to stay with him for a while. He knew the area and showed us some of esperence best spots. This beach for instance was beyond all dreams. So white it was hard to look at. So fine it whisseled when you stepped on it and you could actually form a snowball with it.
We were totally stoked. The snorkeling and diving was great here. We saw huge rays and some of us saw the local sea elephant. What we all was scared of(maybe me and Chris the most) was the fact that these waters were highly infested by some of the largest white pointers ever seen. Since the water is cooler here mr jaws loves it here. And the thought of him hardly ever slipped our mind. Not when windsurfing. Not when waiting for the next wave just surfing and not the least when snorkeling. CHris and Karin
Jon and me getting ready for battle But there was more sensations to come. We had heard rumors of some kind of competition that was supposed to be held here. What we could not have guessed was actually one of the pro world cup events that was going to be held. It was first when we bumped into Josh Stone on the beach that we realized that this was not just any event. The first day conditions were good to go out we saw guy after guy that we had seen hundreds of times in magazines and surf movies. Robby Naish, Bjorn Dunkerbeck, Anders Bringdal everyone was there. It was when I almost ran into Jason Polakow on a big wave that I really understood how cool this was.
Bjorn Dunkerbeck riggin The town being as isolated as it was made it only more extraordinary since it was just about only us and the pros out. The second day my boom broke and I didn't get out until quite late. Most surfers had gone in and it was only me, Josh, Jason and Franchised Goya left. Amazing to get to surf with such great sailors.

Here you see the amount of sailors out there and Björn Dunkerbeck (No 1.) is reading the sea with his experienced eyes.
The wind was quite gusty. So it was quite risky to get out trough the waves. This beach break would eat anything. Especially riggs and masts which came out broken all along the bay. We counted 4 masts in a period of 10 minutes. The only comfort was the more or less soft sand bottom. to get through the waves we had to try quite a few times. If there was no wind in the sail when you got near the breaking waves there was nothing to do but turn back and try again. On our way out
Me and Chris facing possible disaster As soon as we got out we realized the capacity of this place. Amazing long waves just about always meeting up with an opposite break perfect for an off the lip. Here is me an Chris charging the waves.
As soon as your out it is just to wait for the wave of your life.