History of the OTRO MODO Surf Camp (Chapter 4)

A new chapter in the history of the OTRO MODO Surf Camp. After some surf holidays, Christof drives to the Atlantic for the first time to work in a surf camp.

Hello dear blog readers and surfers,

It continues with the story of OTRO MODO, which of course is my own story.
In the last chapter I started to write about the fact that in order to learn to surf properly I had to extend my time on the Atlantic, which is only possible with a job at the seaside.
So I came to Rainbow Tours Surfcamp after Molliets plague.

In complete contrast to other tour operators, Rainbow Tours had no written response to my application. Since no reaction does not necessarily mean a rejection, I called again at the headquarters in Hamburg and presented my request. In short: "I do everything when I come to the Atlantic for it." I got a short as well as surprising answer.
Analogously: "Be in two weeks on Saturday morning at 7 o'clock at the ZOB in Berlin, they need teamers in Molliets."

Great, it's so easy. Job interview, seminar - who needs it - not me - I wanted to surf!

The backbone of Rainbow Tours was a shared bus fleet with more or less cheerful bus drivers to bring young people to different places in Europe for little money. In my case, this meant 36 hours of travel in a two-place overbooked coach to the Atlantic.

One would think that there were people who complained, well in the year 2000, consumers and consumers were even more capable of suffering. At least the mood on the bus was good and you felt in a kind of destiny with bus drivers and other travelers.
The only interesting thing was that with only a few exceptions, I was the only one who made the trip to surf. Most of the others wanted a cheap sea and no party place.

The team on site was very nice. Without being angry, people saw that they had spent several weeks at the campsite.
The camp leader was and still is one of the most original and crazy people I've ever met. How much have I cursed about him, but how much have we laughed together and today I realize how much I learned then.

My boss was in his late thirties, which I thought was the age of my parents. He was an avid surfer. I would say he was the only "real" surfer I knew by that time. Today, where I know many more real surfers, I have developed a kind of look for people who really only live for surfing. I believe that the fire that burned in both of us has always somehow linked us to each other across all differences, because apart from his and my passion for surfing, there were a lot of character differences that made a lot of really hair-raising funny anecdotes. But next week more;)