I’ve just had a wonderful holiday in terrific Tonga. Didn’t really know too much about the country before I left, I left that side over to my hubby who planned it all. Thankfully he is a good researcher and found a wonderful place to stay, a surf camp which is a little ironic for us as none of us surf. In fact we come with three kiddies…. not the stereotypical person for a surf camp, but I guess Ha’atafu Beach Resort isn’t really your typical hotel.
Cute fales covered in tapa cloth, empty beaches, whales swimming past and delicious food makes this place so special. Steve is an Australian chef who came to Tonga in 1978, fell in love with a Tongan woman and the rest is history. I really enjoyed the buffet dinner every night sitting amongst the other travellers, it felt like I was a backpacker again. The food was unbelievable. Fresh fish daily cooked in the tastiest ways. I could go on about it for ages but should get to the reason for this blog, Steve’s surf boards.
I learnt a lot of surfing language over my nine days in Tonga. Calling something ‘sick’ is a great term for surfing, and the waves were often called that. The surfers could talk for ages about their boards, about the shape, fins and who made them.
I loved how Steve presented his surf board collection. Nestled against a large tree, taking centre place in the resort. Several are his, according to the waves and how he feels he chooses which board to use. The rest are guests boards, leaving them in Tonga and then returning to use over the year. Good life for some right! I love the addition of the sign, which is now needed, as Steve once arrived home to find a guest using his board…… not a done thing in the surfing world.
I’m totally motivated to learn to surf now, so I can return to Tonga and ride the sick waves with the others. Or is that just an excuse to return for the food!