UPDATE: Today is a momentous day in the brainwashing process of my non surfing best mate. I’m about to pick up his first proper surfboard! It started slowly and recently the brainwashing produced a result. The purchase of a hood, boots and gloves and a lush winter surf at New Year was closely followed by a ‘ I’m hankering for a wave’, and today the process is complete! Congratulations Long Legs, like Kelly Slater said, surfing is like the mafia, once your’e in you’re in. Welcome.
Read my original post below about how it all started.
Finally, I have done it. I convinced a non-surfer friend into coming on a surf trip in an attempt to make them into a surfer. Not a weekend in the UK, oh no. My non surf friend, who also had no inclination to visit Africa, is coming on a one week trip to Surfstar Morocco. Hehe, I’m good at this.
So why is this a triumph? Well, I don’t have any surf friends living anywhere near me, the nearest being a 3 hour drive away meaning there’s little opportunity for impulsive one night trips over to Wooly or Scarborough. To address this, like Dr.Frankenstein I’ve been trying to actually make a surf friend, hopefully the outcome will be that at least one of my mates will occasionally say, ‘yes I’m in’ when I decide to drive the 3 hours to the sea for one night rather than me actually creating a monster.
Of course, I can go away alone and I’m not too bad at meeting new people, I’ve done this and I’ve loved it. Sometimes though, you just want an old pal to come along on a trip. You know where you are, your friendship has a familiar rhythm, you can have a full conversation including jokes with punchlines with just a funny look and no words, you know there’s someone there who will whoop your wave when necessary even if they didn’t see it, and vitally, they know what to order for you at the bar while you take ages over your post surf shower. More than anything though, is that you just want to share the wondrous thing that has taken over your life with your friend so they can experience even a little of that feeling themselves.
So, you see why I’m stoked that I convinced Long Legs into coming to Morocco. A whole week there with me, Surf Bloke and the SurfStar Morocco crew and he’s sure to want to surf again, meaning the possibility of an ocassional surf buddy living just around the corner. For anyone in the same position, trying to convert a friend this is how I did it.
HOW TO ‘MAKE’ A SURF BUDDY FROM A NON SURFER IN 7 SNEAKY STEPS
Subliminal Messages. Two years of mentioning the words surf, sea and waves at least ten times an hour every time we meet even though we are not talking about surfing.
Gentle Suggestion, England is so cold, did you know it’s 25 degrees today in Morocco? You really should get some winter sun you look tired and pale.
Great Expectations. The waves are perfect for learning and the teaching is fantastic you’ll be up on the first day (all true)
Tactical Gift Giving: Happy Christmas, here you go, have a rash vest.
Feigning Nonchalance. ‘I haven’t booked my flight yet’ Me, nonchalantly and audibly, ‘whatever’. Inside screaming, book the fucking flight now, I need to convert you.
Boobs: There will be loads of hot girls there in bikinis and yes they will need help with their sun cream. I’m ashamed of this, sorry in advance to all of the surf chicks in the world, I know this is a very low move.
Blatant Lying. No, we won’t be surfing from dawn until dusk for 7 days and not see any of the culture and no you won’t get bruised ribs again.
While writing this post, now that it’s all booked and paid for I asked Long Legs for his version of what I said when I was trying to sell a surf holiday to him and this is the exact response I got .
‘It’s hot all year with more tagines than one man could possibly eat. The water is like glass, not like Fuerte or Wales (the other 2 times he tried there were pretty rough conditions) so you’ll be up on the first day. The man brings you coffee on the beach. You can buy a rug for 50p and yet a bag of spice costs £50 (a reference to Surf Bloke who famously came back from Agadir with said bag of spices) Eldorado can be found up on the hill, there are goats in trees’
This made me laugh and realise that I’ve not really been sneaky or strategic at all. I didn’t need to be. I just told the truth about how fantastic Morocco is. Apart from not being able to guarantee glassy waves, the rest is true. It would be nice if once in a while after this trip we do a surf weekend here or there but, if he gets really good, better than me during this week there’s going to be big trouble and we all know what happens when I sulk .
If you haven’t read my post Surf, Sulk and the Hulk click here to read it.
5 thoughts on “Tired of Solo Surf Trips? How to brainwash your mates into coming surfing with you”
Your posts give me more motivation than what I already have! I am a bit of tired of the slumming it, no travel rut I have been in lately. Well…besides the trips to Brazil. But that is like another home to me.
More Ramen noodles for me I guess!
Ah thanks steve. Brazil sound ok to me, do you get some surf in when you are there or is it all work? We are pretty lucky here in in Europe as it’s so small it’s reasonably cheap and close to take surf trips abroad .
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