Sometimes things just work. No high production involved, relying on a formula to produce magic content for a TV series. Just straight up luck, spontaneity and swell times.
With only 1 day to tick off Gujarat we found ourself roaming dirt roads in search of the coast. Driving in the midday sun we passed a bunch of grommets doubling on bicycles and holding bats, stumps and a tennis ball, everything required for a good ol’ game of cricket. They pointed ahead insisting that we follow them to the local oval for an Australia VS India clash. As we approached in our brightly coloured Ambassador about 60 kids swamped us firing questions like “Which country you coming from?” and “You play cricket?”. 15 minutes later Jonno and I had been bowled out and sent to the pavilion, needless to say the bowler was only 12 years old.
In true 28 states style we thought we’d share with these cricket enthusiasts what we did in our past time. Despite the tide dropping rapidly, the sand sinking and a audience of 60 to dodge we surfed along the shallow shoreline towed behind Lassi howling down the beach. With only a few days left alongside our beloved Lassi the Ambassador this afternoon shred session will be remembered for years to come.
Nostalgia beginning to set in among the camp.
The journey is nearly over…