d Beth who are both keener than keen, Beth because she's just mad for it and Gen because there's no way she's going to be able to explain to Juan why she didn't get out there every possible minute. So, after the usual Day 1 hide-and-seek breakfast (where DO they put the bowls? Hmm, where Adam get that cheese? Argh, that Tetleys tea bag was, bleuch, fruit tea! And how do you open the proper tea bags?), we were waiting for Paulo outside the hotel with Beth's gear, debating what the baggage handlers might have done with her missing plastic bag containing her swimsuit bottoms.Paulo's pickup is pretty cool - a black one. It has lots of stickers and a serious spider's-web windshield crack. Paulo is as cool as his truck, and he drives us through Santa Maria to the Angulo surfstation, which is actually on the beach. The Mistral, where Adam and I have booked, is further back, across the track that leads to the point. Gen gets sorted, r
igs, heads out to practise in the area in front of the station - it's cross-off, and frankly I'm a bit sceptical about the whole idea. She's having fun though, and we get organised with boards, rigging 5.3m North Ices. Time for the new shortle wetsuit too - will it be warm enough? I'm sceptical about that as well...
But it's a great morning's sail - the point has fairly large swell, that jacks up a bit as the tide drops, so it's fun to try to catch it. Not much good for jumping, although I did get a couple of ok jumps - Gen does lots more in the afternoon. Everyone has a good time, and we all make it back, despite it being offshore! Even me. Beth spends an inord
But it's a great morning's sail - the point has fairly large swell, that jacks up a bit as the tide drops, so it's fun to try to catch it. Not much good for jumping, although I did get a couple of ok jumps - Gen does lots more in the afternoon. Everyone has a good time, and we all make it back, despite it being offshore! Even me. Beth spends an inord
inate amount of lunchtime trying to work out how to use the GoPro Hero-cam, including the extremely comedy "strap-on" facility. The tuna rolls are apparently pretty good, but Adam and I, being outstandingly cheap, make do with the cheese sandwiches we fashioned at breakfast time. The Champ, Josh A is around most of the day, as is his son, a cheeky 5 or so year old, w
ho steals food off one of the local hero's plates, until he gets his own pancake. Lots of dogs, and the music is loud, and the usual surfy crowd eat, do funny handshakes, and josh around with the staff. The wizened lady behind the counter serves me with a bottle of water and a coffee con leche, eventually - the coffee machine needs some help, and the milk is unenthusiastically steamed and UHT.
ho steals food off one of the local hero's plates, until he gets his own pancake. Lots of dogs, and the music is loud, and the usual surfy crowd eat, do funny handshakes, and josh around with the staff. The wizened lady behind the counter serves me with a bottle of water and a coffee con leche, eventually - the coffee machine needs some help, and the milk is unenthusiastically steamed and UHT.Back out again, still windy, still wavy, but I'm tired from the morning, and not concentrating. The others are doing ok though, until it's time to come in. The Mistral guys are tapping their feet - it's 4.30, so close to 5! Don't want to be responsible for holding them up from getting on the water ;-). And Josh asked me if I had a good day!
Went out to eat at a fish place - Cafe America? - anyway, it was ok. Then the walk home - accosted by a man with cowrie shell necklaces, who pressed five upon me for my grandkids and every other family member then asked for a consideration for his baby about to be born and the party they were having tomorrow. We ended up exchanging 200ESC for one of them, which seemed fair!
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