Actually, I wanted to tell the story of our surf camp today. I had promised anecdotes, I know ...
As the saying goes, "postponed is not repealed!"
Promised with Indian word of honor - more is not possible.
For the current occasion, a little praise to surfing and I mean here explicitly surfing in the south of Fuerteventura. Kids, this winter has been so good so far - I think I have to go to rehab this spring. So many good waves on so many days in a row I have surfed in Indonesia for the last time.
I'm not talking about the last boatrip half a year ago, but about my time as a surf guide over 10 years ago, where you could surf in Bali on several beaches alone.
This is exactly the occasion of my current manic phase in which I let you all participate.
What is better than perfect waves?
Right! Perfect waves that are empty or at least as good as empty.
All of my friends who visited Bali in the last few years told me it was so crowded that surfing would not be fun at all. And now I'm just talking about the waves, what my friends told me about protecting the environment in Indonesia made me honestly angry and sad.
But back to our barren wave paradise in the Atlantic. Even in the north of Fuerteventura, surfing is no exotic fringe phenomenon. Whenever I talk to surfers who have been to the north recently, I hear how upset they are with the full line ups.
At this moment, I (imaginary) always pat myself on the back and say: "Everything done right boy!"
If some people knew how many days a year I share the line ups with less than 10 surfers or if I am not completely alone, our beautiful surfing paradise would not be much longer.
That's why I'm not telling which surf spots I'm surfing now or later. I've worked through many of these spots myself, by constantly watching, trying out, asking locales.
Only so much: A surf trip to the south of Fuerteventura is worthwhile ... More can not and must not be betrayed now.
I have to keep surfing until next week