$NAPPER ROCK$

Well, it's time for a new blog and today’s the day. 

1:01PM, I touched down in Coolangatta, and man, the vibes are high already! We’ve got Spenny Mac, Raph, Renato, Boyd Hilder, and Josh Newman on deck.

First thing that happens? A guy comes up and starts talking some real wild stuff. Turns out he’s seen the War Party YouTube—which is pretty sick. We all had a solid laugh to kick off the sesh.

Raph’s got the gap-to-hang setup going, then we hit the next spot across the road. The boys are popping the drains, Spenny’s flowing into a line, and just as things start heating up—bam—a drain pops off, we’re down a skateboard and Spenny’s nose-diving trying to save it. Meanwhile, I’m nearly wetting myself because I haven’t had a piss since this morning back in my city.

1:28 PM: Two clips in the bag and no yellow cards yet. We move to the next spot and I’m hyped like Waka Flocka Flame—BRIIIIICCCCCKKK SQUAAAADDDD. Wait up—Raph’s about to jump the road and I’m on VX1000 duty. Boyd’s just rocked up and is already filming a clip. Okay, scratch that—we’re still at the first spot, droppin’ clips.

Finally, we make it to the next spot. Spenny hits a gap-to-wall and blows his wheel apart. Renato comes in hot with a 1440 manual and Boyd’s out here on some TikTok vibes with his new Kodak cam he picked up from JB Hi-Fi this morning.

2:12 PM and Renato’s STILL spinning. Raph even had to change the tape in his camera—man spun so long it should be illegal. Surely he’s dizzy?

Mad skater chick Clo the Flow pulls up in her TNs to say g’day. I eavesdrop on Boyd chatting about big barrels in the surf while Renato’s still out here spinning like a Beyblade. I’m dizzy as hell and need sugar. Boyd and I hit the shop—grab a can of Coke—and now he’s accusing me of littering his Gold Coast streets when the can’s literally still next to me.

All this surf chat must be rubbing off on him—getting territorial with that “Locals Only” vibe. Then Spenny reckons he’s the next Chase Dehart, Boyd claps back with “he catches his whips to pedals,” and Spenny fires back with “I catch pedals.” Next minute—hop whip—BOOM! Wheel gone again.

From there, the rest is a blur. We laughed our way up some mountain, got told off by a lady for grinding a ledge but ended up having a lovely chat. She said we all look professional —probably because of Boyd’s billboard helmet. 

After that, the beers started flowing. I got way too excited off the sugar and posted about 40 Instagram stories after a couple CC & Drys. We dropped the gear, rode to a pub right on the water down at Snapper Rocks—home of the man Mick Fanning (I think?). I’m only just learning the surf world thanks to Spenny