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They call this region “Cold Hawaii”, but at that moment I only saw Cold, not Hawaii. On the way to the beach, I could not see 10 feet in front of me. Rain flew sideways against the car. Even with the heater on full blast, the cold hit my bones. My courage dwindled towards fear. “I have to go windsurfing in this???” At the beach, the local windsurfers were just finishing a session still covered in booties, gloves, and hoodies. It all looked miserable to me. But when I looked closer, I saw that the stoke warmed their faces. This was the same stoke that drives me everyday I get on the water. Except, unlike me, these guys are hardcore. Without a doubt, windsurfing on the North Sea in December for fun is hard core.