Back home

Brrrrrr.... Cold, windy, rainy, grey!

The surf was going off this morning at home, but way too crowded and cold for me to be interested in after 3 weeks of surfing in Southern Portugal. This trip has been good: not epic as last year, but good. Crowds are becoming a problem during weekends and whenever surf camps decide to go for a drive and arrive at former "secret spots". Seriously, the attitude of some surf camps in the area are calling for an active boycott.

On one of the last days I had some words with an Italian surfer at Arrifana. After every wave he'd paddle back and sit on my left, getting preference for the next wave that would come our way. After the umpteenth time I politely (no euphemism) asked him not to do it anymore. He smiled, apologized and proceeded to paddle somewhere further up the beach.

Fifteen minutes later and while I was getting changed he walked to his car, which turns out was parked next to my van. He then realized that I am not Portuguese (car plates) and without looking at me he shouted something (in Italian) at no one in particular.

Whatever, dude, whatever.