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Even a seal sticks his head out the water in front of me, staring at me, wondering what on earth are you doing here with this kind of bad weather?
It’s why I’m here mister!
I observe the series, which arrive by 4 or 5. Difficult to take the wave 3 or 4 considering the size of the foam, all is white and choppy in front of it . So I have to choose between the wave 1 or 2 with the risk of having a hard time, or number 5.
It’s the start of a super session, the water walls are beautiful and really hollow, I’m flirting with the lips of the waves before tons of water are crashing down, the inside of the peak is quite funny, more hollow than the shoulder, it pushes well… and so do I.
Suddenly (adding even more thrill in this scene already quite dark) a large black cloud stands out on the horizon, windsurfers go out.
I decide to stay (not really to say I stay, but I do not have too much choice, because when you go out with your kite, you go out definitively).
