Shitty waves and an excellent polish dinner

Current location: Las Palmas, Gran Canaria

I headed down to the beach and the surfable waves had been replaced with a violent and unorganized smashing of water molecules. The wind screamed as if urging on the chaos, and I realized that surfing here just wouldn’t quite meet my expectations. The best way to tell that the conditions are poor is to not find any proper surfers in the water. If the only thing you can see are newbies tumbling around in the waves with their giant foam boards, then you know it’s probably not worth your while to go surfing. But hey, I’m not one to pretend I’m great, and if I have brought a wetsuit from Sweden, then I’m going to use it. I rented a board, and headed down. As I entered the water it was obvious that surfing, proper surfing, wasn’t going to happen. But I figured I could still practice paddling, turning my board around and duck diving (diving with the board under breaking waves). And so I did. After about 40 min I got bored with the lack of surfable waves, and threw in the towel. Nevertheless, it was a nice experience being back on a surfboard. I spent the rest of the day strolling the streets with no aim or purpose other than to keep my body moving, I spent the evening in the marina and the rugged sailors eating traditional polish food and somewhere mid-through the evening felt a little overwhelmed at how pleased I was to be back on a boat in good company. Beaches, sun sand and vacation sure are nice, but I belong on boats.