Around The World In 80 Waves

After my surf I decide that this place is too good not to stay overnight.

After a bit of running around to find the owner I get a lovely cabana right on the beach. Once I have unloaded the car and settled in I climb onto the hammock on the porch to watch the sun going down.

I have ‘Alone in Iz World’ by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole playing on my stereo and try to play along with my ukulele. I probably hit one right note but couldn’t be sure.

Life feels pretty good today!

Whilst enjoying the view from my hammock and strumming away I meet a few people keen to see who this Mexican virtuoso is.

I am invited to a party at one of the bars on the beach by a Dutch couple called Tommy and Martine. It  is a birthday party for one of the local girls, and all her family have turned up to celebrate. It is a lovely event and the birthday girl doesn’t seem to mind too much when somebody shoves her face into the cake while she is blowing out the candles.

A local bloke called Juan performs his clown act for the young kids. This was the ‘tight’-rope section where all the kids were asked to brace the rope by holding on to the legs of the two surfers at either end. Very simple but very funny.

I have a great night here and am chatting to all the surfers who are staying, all of whom had assumed I was Mexican until my well clipped ‘Good Afternoon’s had greated them in the water. I even met a expat Welsh surfer called James who grew up in Cardiff but has been living in Oz for 15 years. We have a great chat about the six nations s only a Welsh Rugby fan would understand.