The surf was sh*t

The day-night conflict is virtually resolved; the food poisoning has done its dash, only to be replaced by another: While surfing on the weekend the Council discovered that raw sewage was making its way out to sea, unbeknown to those already in the water. 2 hours later, feeling pretty pleased with my efforts I headed in. Daybreak the following day brought with it chills, shakes, achy lungs and general feelings associated with splashing about in fresh sh*t. Not a good week really. At least the sun is shining. And boy does it shine. I had forgotten just how fierce the sun is here: think tiger fierce.