I remember being pretty nifty on the board back in my early teenage years. So I sauntered out to the surf hire shop, laughed in their face when they offered me a beginners sale and selected a 3m beast got my wet suit on and went out to sea.
I then spent around an hour trying to stand up.
I was thrown off in every direction, hit with every part of the board and sale, fun.
I did get up once and managed to hang on long enough to shoot around 100m. Just a shame that 100m was straight out to sea.
The wind and waves combined were too much for me to tack or jibe so I had to swim the board back in from around 300m out. That's a long way to drag a board and sale.
I finally got back in and a small Moroccan boy took pity on me and helped me carry my board in.
With my tail well and truly between my legs I paid for an hour and scarpered.
I am in essouara now by the way, we came here on Fraser's advice as it was supposed to be awesome. The hostel is nice enough but it's just full of pot heads, I don't mind an occasional sample but not my seen.
I was here five minuets before I got in an argument with some hippy wanker who suggested that all army's should be disbanded and disputes should be settled with words. All I wanted to say was that I'm pretty sure they do try that first and fighting only occurs when that doesn't work... This gained me 20 minuets of very poorly reasoned, un-referenced and badly presented description of how sustainable living can be done by planting veg in drain pipes and other such unfeasible ideas.
I tried to be polite, I really did.
But this dosey stoner tosser got cut down by the sharp edge of reasoned logic.
Anyway, I digress.
I met up with Fraser, Mat and Rich again.
Matt, Rich and I went to play football on the beach. We met some locals and ended up playing a 7 aside game. My eye was in and I was scoring for fun! As always, just a shame about every other aspect of my game.
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