The Virgin Islands are probably one of the most beautiful places you can imagine. Crystal clear waters, daily trade winds around 20 knots and a diverse underwater world full of life. The only thing that was missing was waves. After a week of improving our freestyle skills in lagoons, snorkeling and recording interviews about coral reefs, we continued our journey with a course to the Dominican Republic.
Shortly after our departure I woke up from a screaming noise. The fire alarm was on, big flames came out of the oven and smoke covered the whole cabin. After some hectic moments, the turkey, that almost ended our journey, was soon after safely stored in our stomachs.
Just in time, we reached the shores of the Dominican Republic with a big swell and finally found the long desired waves. On a reef break close to the surf village of Cabarete we scored a powerful right hander that delivered perfect conditions to surf and windsurf for the following days. We anchored the boat just next to it and enjoyed the best waves of the whole trip till one evening a furious mafia boss with a big gun was blaming us for using his beach without permission. Hereupon we decided it was time to leave in order to get rid of this crazy guy. The following 800 sea miles to Bermuda seemed to be loaded with surprises. No wind at all, rain squalls with strong winds up to 50 kts., thunderstorms followed by no wind at all.