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If you have ever windsurfed in some tropical PWA paradise where the local rippers rig effortlessly in the sun, have cool clothes, sick polished trucks and hot girlfriends who kiss them goodbye before they do a double Goita while rubbing suntan on their shoulders, this is not one of these scenes. My sail is flapping on a fence, the van is a darker shade of muck, our clothes are soaking wet, cool no, cold yes and the only thing I want from my girlfriend is a hot cuppa and some Deep Heat on my nose to lessen the hypothermic snot forming. The one thing that is the same but is the waves, I’ve never been to Punta Preta but hold a mirror to it and leave the AC on max for 5 years and that’s what it looks and feels like out there today.