This was probably one of the most amazing windsurfing sessions these guys had ever experienced and despite our failure, at least we knew now that this mission was possible if the wind Gods would shine down on us again. That evening in the camp, our spirits were pretty down. The boat had used double the fuel we’d anticipated with four of us on board motoring into the wind and waves. Billy was confident it would be clearer weather the following days and just as windy, but I must admit I was almost resigned to the fact that we had blown our one shot at the scoring the goal we had travelled so far to achieve. I would have to say, I was pretty much at rock bottom!