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The next day, I take my breakfast on the terrace, a live sight over the peak, I look at the surfers, I even forget to put some milk in my cereal.
We quickly leave to Etang Salé, Bertrand and Philippe will join us in the afternoon.
Stéphane is in water, camera in one hand, smiling, I rarely saw somebody taking so many liters of water in the head and being so happy. In the middle of the sharks, he is in his element.
The gusty wind quickly rises, I am overpower with my 7 meters, and sometimes I only just avoid Stéphane because of an unmanageable gust.
Bertrand and Philippe join me, as tired as I was the day before, they cannot stop smiling, satisfied to be finally in water.
The wind stabilizes, each one chooses its wave on the set, Stéphane receives sprays of water, and continues to press on the button motivated by the atmosphere.
For the evening, Leena prepares us the meal, her mauritian origins are felt in the sauces she made, Bertrand will regret to put too much hot pepper on his dish.
He will take revenge on Philippe, later, when he will mix this preparation to his toothpaste.
We finish the evenings with endless poker games, bluff and unlimited all in.
Days pass and are alike, early waking up, breakfast and perfect conditions all day long.
We’ll ride every day to Etang Salé, with my 7m kite in 3 metres of waves.
The hyperactive Philippe is the first one to test the spot, even when the wind does not blow in the wave, he goes there. As result, he has to make some swimming, a little bit worried by the sharks, but always so motivated.
