Day 5-7: Happy wave hunting.
The night is fairly short. The sound of thundering waves just a few metres next to our tents make it impossible to fall asleep. When I open my tent zipper in the morning, a panorama of white lines stretched to the horizon appeared in front of my eyes. It is time for a morning shower! We rig our sails within seconds and jump in the boiling sea. The wind is blowing quite offshore, which makes it really tricky to catch the sets. It seems that the waves here have a turbo enforcement built in. The wipeouts feel like a natural shower with extra spins, eliminating the last bits of dirt behind our ears. Unfortunately the wind drops after a short period of time and we switch from sail to paddle. For lunch we are invited to a local shaper named Robin. He tells us about plenty of other spots further down the coast. Like gypsies on the run, we pack our bags and head down south in search of more waves. Because of changing tides and different swell directions we have to keep moving in a small area of about 5 km within the next two days. We stay around a small village called Plovan, where we find a really good right-hander that works just before high tide. We draw line after line in these perfect walls of water, creating our own ‘art’. Life is good and we are grateful for these special moments in the sea.