Overheard …
Two friends beachside. Carpark. Not old. Not young. Not in-between.
‘So, what’s happening?’
‘Not much, just passing through.’
‘To where?’
‘North Queensland way, hoping to score a few offshore long ones.’
‘Bit crowded up there there lately they reckon, plenty of boats.’
‘So they say.’
A lithe young woman wearing a string bikini walks by, hardly noticed.
‘So where’s the plan?’
A five wave set rolls in, all clean and precise and a hundred surfers scratch this way and that as the pack leaders thread and slash their way through all of them. There is no mercy here. No charity. No obligations of fair play. Greed is gruesome.
‘Get the fuck a long way away from those blokes.’.
There is a moment there as to two men, both lifelong surfers and friends since primary school observe each other ..
‘Ring me when you get there, ok?’
‘Love to brother, but phones don’t work where I’m going.’
Pic lifted from swellnet ..
petebowes.com 
Just watching all time Cloudbreak. One guy (several guys) talking about of all the places and all the times and conditions this one was special. It is like a whole bunch of surfers, could rule the world and make it allright, just for a period of time. Like a wave, fleeting, but something to see.