After the caipirinha-fest last night, I was a bit the worse for wear, even briefly considering the possibility of not going out in the morning. Fortunately I did, because it was great, very relaxed on my 5.7 and 114l Creola slug. Completely incapable of making any manoeuvres, well, most anyway, arms now very tired and left hand painful. I applied lots of elastoplast and duck tape which helped though, so I wasn't rubbing the blisters directly on the boom any more.
Lunch was nice - tuna pasta with tomatoes, garlic, onions and peppers. And so I went out again - 5.7 on the trusty SuperGu, what a great board. Spent the hour or so heading upwind to where Duncan was sitting on the point taking pictures (not many it transpired) and catching swell coming back in. That was fun. Eventually my left arm gave out, and I cruised back, making a great landing for the second time of the day. Nice.
We went back to Zum Fischermann, where the genial host Uba (?) made us very welcome. We had the 5-way fish stew, with built-in veg on rice, and it was amazing. The starters (octopus, huge prawns and fish soup) were pretty good too. An excellent spot, and Gen got the guy's postcard so we can suggest it gets added to the Boardseeker guide. We celebrated with a caipirinha, and told the guy it was Juan's birthday. This was a good plan - there was a mandolin and guitar duo playing very good CV-stylee music, sounds a bit like BV Social Club, and they came over and played Happy Birthday in Portusquish. Very jolly. Juan also got a free trick drink with a flashing colour-changing LED ice cube, very hallucinatory! Then the lady of the house provided a shot each, even for Duncan who'd joined us after his noodle-fest back at the apartment, but apple juice in his case.
What I forgot to mention was that we all went out to Punto Preta before supper, straight from the centre. Josh had been out there a couple of times today and it was apparently firing. What a spot!! Super gnarly. The waves are really big, and just close out right on the rocks on the beach, with a murderous backwash that just sucks everything down the beach. We watched some surfers out there, and also a windsurfed trying to get out - it took him 1/2 hour to finally get into the kind of channel and make his way out the back. There is a sort of channel the surfers use - it kind of opens up between the shoulders of the waves. However, other times a slightly different wave type just closes out on the whole beach - guess you have to pick your moment! Rog and I decided we might go back tomorrow to check it out some more.
Tired, drunk, happy - g'night!
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