The last of the porridge today, dammit. Went well with the papaya and bananas - local bananas, smaller but very tasty. Tomorrow - well, we'll be eating up Roger's muesli. We've also been planning ahead for lunch, because tomorrow's Sunday and shops won't be open - pasta again, but with tuna for a change. Tuna pasta - not rated highly in the Boardseeker guide but I think we'll like it…
People were slightly more enthusiastic today when we eventually got to the station. I got into a lengthy conversation with a solo German lass who happened to be taking the SuperGU - I thought she was Gen, and started a very informal conversation, and then when I realised it wasn't, kept on in the same tone because it was more embarrassing to change tack! Still, we got our photo taken with Josh, pity Kauli wasn't around… we are building up the Angulo picture collection quite nicely!
Today I took a Sumo 105l, with a slightly hopeful 5.7m. The tone was set at the outset, I did a great launch from the beach, but some tosser launching a kite right beside the station drifted it straight into my path, so I was forced to dismount amongst the strings. Because he didn't seem to have much idea, and was still in my path, and of course the wind was too light to waterstart or even flip the rig easily and I was well out of my depth, I swam the kit back to the shallows and started again. It still went well, but I was a bit disgruntled! Silly old fart - I really shouldn't let such things affect me so much! I just felt knackered right at the start though.
The sailing was ok, very up and down, seemed hard to get things going without turning well downwind, but I spotted RIka well upwind on her comedy 76l Fanatic Newwave, and also bumped (almost literally) into boyfriend Marco, who was on a 100l slalom with 7.8m race sail. Blimey. Chalk and cheese. Managed a duck gybe and a tack, but fell in with everything else, and got a bit fed up dragging the sail out of the water. The good bits were good though, some occasional big swell passing through which were fun. I did drop the mast on the board's nose - ouch. Subsequent examination revealed that I had converted it into a landing craft, with a front door. Lucca didn't seem too worried, and we've taken out the insurance.
I had been banging away for quite a time when I noticed my watch still said 11.25 - clearly the water it's full of has glued up the hands. Came in after 11/2 hours, had a mango juice and chilled until everyone else arrived and we repaired for buns with various meats on tomato and cheese. Yum. Duncan, Jen and Juan are playing contract whist as I write this, all very competitive and bangy.
The afternoon session involved only Juan, Gen and me - Dunc and Rog stayed back at the apartment, sharing their appreciation of Ted Baker deodorant spray. Nice. A 114l Creola and a 6.3m sail got things going in a blasty kind of way, competing with Juan on his 125l and 7.8m, which he admitted was occasionally "a bit over-powered". My hands are really feeling the strain, not just the worn out bits on the left but also the muscles, very over-worked on the left too. Maybe a bit of attention before Maui would be a good plan, so they at least start out strong.
Rike and Marco came round for caipirinhas, Two-Jugs Taylor pulled out the stops to finish the bottle of grogue and all the lemons. Unfortunately Marco doesn't drink and Rike wasn't drinking a lot, so we, or perhaps he, were forced to finish them up. Then off to The Fisherman, the big restaurant over by the bus station we were sure we could get 8 people into comfortably. We ended up sharing a table with a bunch of German kitesurfers from Kiel, friendly enough and the circumstances weren't right to just kill them. Juan thinks this restaurant is the spot - you get shedloads of fish for 2000 beer tokens for two, so we're coming back on Sunday night too, even booking a table!
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