One day I headed towards Noosa heads, safely arrived at a camping, set up my tent, went for a run, ate dinner.. and while doing dishes I heard some familiar chatter: the Dutch.After talking a bit, we all headed for our beds. Turns out I chose well not to join the group of partyboys. They were dead by morning.Instead of being dead, I joined the Dutch to the beach, a place I don’t go very often.One of them registered for a surfing class. Here’s one of the few times I seem to have made a photo of myself. Enjoy. Next we headed to a rest stop. Why? eh..