Whether you are still in the early stages of planning your stay in Australia, just arrived or already lived in Australia for quite some time, I am sure you have looked at all these pictures and videos of surfers with massive envy. I did. Before I came to Australia almost three years ago I was following all these surfer dudes and chicks on instagram, daydreaming of the moment when it would be my turn – my turn to become this sun-kissed, beach savvy goddess of the waves. Like, how difficult can it be? It’s just a surf board and some water, easy peasy… yeaaaaah, nah. Absolutely not. Reality, here represented by a massive wave, hit me in the face big time, knocked me out, and I almost (involuntarily) made my TV career debut on Bondi Rescue. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind being the distressing damsel being saved by a tan, longhaired Australian life guard, however, considering this TV show is also aired all over Norway, it would perhaps not have been the proudest moment in my life. It was when I was shamefully dragging my half-drowned self up on the shores of Bondi Beach I promised myself that I would not attempt this sport again before I had had some sort of training. And two days later, I was on my way to a whole week of SURF CAMP!
