Banging at Bingin
Gadge checking out Miss Hundbichler
Rupo “I might live here, under this T Shirt. I dont need much else”
The walk down to the beach. On arrival these old ladies greeted us and offered to carry our boards, decling there offer we headed off into what looked like deepest Zillertal. Cows and shizer everwhere. You walk down these steep steps, through some huts then arrive in someones Warung or to us cafe kinda thing.
Each looks out to the surf. And the surf is amazing. A sick barrelling left on big days. We even saw a few big ones, but I kept myself on the mid sized ones, and had without doubt the best wave of my life.