Surf: Waist to Shoulder High.
By evening, the surf had come up and so had the attitude.
Lots of people in the water including local boys who were shoving each other off waves, dropping in on everyone and their brother, and generally being cocky teenage boys.
I got into a few waves, but had to either swing left to avoid the fray, or kick out. Left was shallow and rough. I skinned my knee pretty good on the coral. Yeoow.
A storm started to roll in and we headed up the beach for drink’s at a friend of Johan’s. I showed up bloody and full of sea urchin spines. Johan’s friend grabbed me a first aid kit and a beer. Patched back up in no time and got to watch the lightning over the sea from a lovely porch on the beach.
