Embracing the local lifestyle in San Juan Del Sur doesn’t mean climbing volcanoes or chewing the fat with a bunch of gauchos… it means riding the waves! So that’s exactly what we did. Or tried to do anyway.
Surf lesson number one resulted in countless bruises for Claire and a damaged adam’s apple for Rob (those pesky boards can get quite vicious!), but comparing techniques and wave time over ice cold toñas (the local beer) afterwards was a very satisfying way to end the day. We may not be quite ready to enter professional competitions yet, but thanks to a great coach (a Peruvian guy called Fred who looked like Willy Wonka from the original film) we both progressed enough during our time in the water to decide to take the plunge for a second time the following day. All that sunshine and physical exertion made Claire a tired girl, and I drifted off to sleep early that night, with Fred's words of "I like this wave for you, Claire" ringing in my ears...
Hawaii watch out!
2 comments:
You do know that surf teachers in the UK are less like Gene Wilder and more like Frosty The Snowman right? You'd need to install a three bar fire on your surfboard - though there is a slight risk of electrocution and the cost of the super-long extension lead is probably prohibitive ;)
If I was plugged in I might stand more chance of getting back to the beach than I do of actually surfing back in though!
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