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At 6 am, the fauna bustles. The pelicans dive, fish, rays, tortoises, crabs, snakes… in short all kinds of species which swim, fly, walk, crawl, for eating or not being eaten.
Then, every morning, we see the magnificent show of the hard law of the food chain.
One morning, when I’m going back to the peak on foot, after the wave number 100, I see a Mexican who panics on the beach, he runs, gesticulates, shouting to both of the surfers in the water (one of them is Manu).
I see at this moment a fin cutting quietly through the waves, Dolphin? Shark? Impossible to make the difference, we never see it again and two waves after we forgot about it.
I’ve never surfed so many waves, 10, 15, 20 waves for breakfast, each ride lasts one minute, followed by a 10 minute’s walk. We get literally drunk of waves, a wave, then another one, still one … It even became mechanical, it’s the first time it happens when I’m surfing.
Small break, Mexican meal, Mexican siesta, we quickly adapt to the customs of the country.
In the afternoon, the wind rises, a kind of thermal stalls around 15-20 knots, a nightmare for surfers, a paradise for us.
Windsurf or kite, difficult choice for Carine. What is sure, she attracts the crowd, a little slip of a blond woman who surfs waves, flies in the sky, of course that intrigues.