Wakeboard camp

We left Cape town Monday week 4, for a 90min drive north to the Misverstand dam. Everyone was sad to leave as it had become our home for the last 3 weeks, but we've all promised to go back sometime. The dam is an incredible loctation, in the middle of nowhere, such a contrast to Cape town. We were greeted by Andrew Bourne, our wakeboard instructor and South African pro, and his gentle giant friend Mike. We went straight out on the water in his AMAZING boat with the loudest sound system in the western cape! George started off by intimidating us all with his wakeboard talents, and Annie, Enzo, Vince and Marisa followed suit. Andrew took us beginners (Maddy, Hattie, Genna) out for an evening session to introduce us the sport without the pressure of 10 pairs of watchful eyes! We all soon got the hang of it and caught the wakeboarding bug.
Our days were spent chilling on the boat, or the party/love island (more about that later!), and taking it in turns to wakeboard/wakeskate along to awesome tunes which have now become anthems of the trip. We would have love to see Andrew wakeboard, and for him to coach us whilst riding beside us, but unfortunately he injured his knee a couple of months ago and wouldn't be back on his board for 6 months. It must be torture for him to watch us without being able to do it himself.
As mentioned above time was spent on the party island, which doubles as a chilling venue when theres too much weight on the boat, and a back breaking adrenaline fuelled activity when being dragged at high speeds behind the boat, and occasionally taking off into the air! IT's like a big inflatable pancake, and I think George is still having nightmares about being thrown off it from 5 metres up and doing a few backflips before hitting the water head first. He still asks Maddy for a daily massage. Another reason George, Enzo and Johnny aren't big fans of the party island is due to their horrific ordeal on thurs afternoon, when they were stranded in 40 degree heat with nothing but each other and some inquisitive sheep for company. Somehow they were still alive after 6 hours (2 hours) while the girls were wakeboarding and Marisa and Annie were pulling off some seriously impressive tricks, wake to wake and olly 180 respectively. The boys were found drifting halfway down the river by the girls who were unaware of the afternoons events, which of course had nothing to do with them stealing our chocolate the day before. They still guilt-tripping us about it now. Hypocondriacts.
The evenings were spent Braaiing on the terrace of our riverside abode and chilling on the boat watching the stars. On friday we went for midnight wakesurf, where we surfed the floodlit wake of the boat on Enzos surfboard. Altogether another pretty awesome week.
After getting up at 4 on saturday morning we are ow on our first leg of the road trip at Vic bay, doing the highest bridge swing in the world was a good way for Enzo, Annie and Maddy to wake up after 3 hours sleep and a good way to nearly pass out for those left watching!
**Maddy and Genna**