HIGH TIDE
As the tide worked its way up the shelving beach, so the legendary shore dump at Praa started to reveal its true colours. The main smack-able section of the wave gradually turned into a heaving beach break which Timo was ruthlessly attacking with little regard for the consequences. With Timo hauling in a cargo of big hits, not to be outdone, Blacky honed in to attack but one late hit and his UJ was history, leaving him squirming around in the foam as the waves thrashed him up the beach. Yes, Praa for sure is no place for the faint-hearted and is really only suitable for advanced wave sailors due to its shallow impact zone and powerful waves. Once over mast high at Praa you better check your kit and health insurance before venturing out.
As my memory cards gradually filled with this stash of shots, I had a gut feeling this clandestine mission would deliver a lucrative haul of raw data that we could trade in for tankards of ale back at windsurf towers. Timo and Blacky had smuggled home the loot in these hazardous conditions and now it was time to quench our thirsts with our well-deserved rewards.