Day 10 : 14 shades of grey

After 10 days of sunrise with a perfect blue sky, we woke up in the campsite with a sky made of shades of grey, and that sucks ...

We were in Walpole, with not so much to do this morning except to head back on our way to Margaret River. I kept saying to mysel,f the weather will be good again before we are back at the west coast beaches.

A couple of hours later we were already back in our favorite slacking spot, just next to the toilet where we can get tap water and power for our laptops, etc.
The weather was not bad but not very good either, a lot of wind, a bit cloudy. Since we had nothing else to do we decided to go check on our lovely surf spot. And for the first time, there was almost no one arround. There was only a few cars, maybe 3 or 4, no surfers at all, and only 3 people on the beach.

After checking the waves from inside the car and at the beach (choppy, windy, sucky) we picked up our boards anyway and tried our best...
We finished our short session by meeting an Austrian kite surfer with his girlfriend, talking about the conditions and the weather. While talking to him I also found out that both of us grew up in the mountains: him in the alps near Hungary and me in the French Alps -- we are both Schluchtenscheisser, hooray!

And that's it, well almost. Tired of spending money in campsites we spent the night between a skatepark and a footy stadium just behind a tree. We crossed our fingers that we'd wake up at 6 to avoid meeting another ranger.