After a weekend of surf lessons, I can now speak 2 words of the language, Gnarly and Dude. I'm still not sure what they mean though. Surfing it turns out, is not quite as easy as it looks. Of course there is the whole balance thing, which is, simply put a bitch, but there is the whole movement of getting up. It invloves dragging out a board, hoisting yourself up on it (and falling off quite a bit), paddling, then doing a kind of press-up (at which stage, falling off is again an option) and then a squat to get standing (during which, falling off is always a good option). This is absolutely knackering.
After about 3 hours of this, I was starting to get the hang of this. I could get up on the board (by this, I mean go from standing in the water beside a board to lying on it), catch a wave (yes, probably the wrong term, but get the surfboard to move in on a wave, its not easy, a whole load of paddling involved), and get standing. However 3 hours of this meant that I couldnt use my arms for the rest of the weekend. Even my drinking arm was suffering.
Well, maybe standing is a slight exaggeration. Getting to the press-up then the kneeling was proving ok, with less falling off than I had at start. I did manage to stand, but usually for about 2 - 3 seconds, and then it was just long enough so that I could fall on my arse from a higher position into shallow water.