It was good to have the two girls and Wes go out and rip the bags out of it first and break the ice before the clichéd fat old, bald sup dude hit the line up. My gear eventually rocked up and the others were surfed out so we played tag. It was kind of how all the sessions panned out, so not all four of us were out there at the same time.
Of course the first guy I locked eyes with as I paddled out was one of the guys from the airport, but he was actually friendly and didn’t seem to hold a grudge against us (although his mate wasn’t quite as chipper.) But overall for such a world class wave we didn’t cop too much grief.