With the Aloha Classic ended and my commitments for the year finished, WindGuru lit up with an epic storm hitting the North Danish coast. One problem: December is winter and winter is cold in Denmark. Living on Maui with year-round 25 degrees Celsius, I am not accustomed to seasons or winter cold. A little naive, I decided to book the trip. “Sure it will be cold, but I am a man, and I can handle the cold” is what I told myself. Oh you little Maui boy…if you only knew the truth.
I um-ed and ah-ed and finally booked my flight with just 8 hours until departure. Stoked with joy to be going back to one of my favourite places, I headed down to Ho’okipa to ride some last-minute waves. The waves were big, and the wind was strong; and in the back of my mind I doubted my decision to leave the paradise of Maui. But with that reasoning, I would never leave Maui. Time to break the monotony. And so the journey began. Maui to San Francisco, San Francisco to Washington DC, DC to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to Aallborg. 8,670 miles flown. I planned to arrive at 12:30pm, pick up the rental car, and meet my friend Lars at the beach at 2:30 to go sailing. Reality hit as soon I landed in Aallborg. Reality was a 50 knot gust of frozen rain into my face. And even at 12:30 the sun was nearly set. What had I got myself into?
Cold Hawaii?