OMG! LOL! LMAO! Etc.
Well, not quite. I think we can safely say I am not a natural surfer. After a comfortingly long classroom session, I was left with one smiley Japanese girl, three degrees of scowling Russians, two mute Germans and a 10 year old of unspecified nationality, but ostensibly sponsored by McDonalds, into the glittering waves.
Off to one side, locals on dinky little, cool-looking boards darted about, motivating us with raw envy, as we tumbled off our massive, dull-red sponge lozenges. I was particularly pleased to know that I was on the largest board the school has, at 9' 6" long. Under my hulking frame, it might as well have been a toothpick. I would've preferred it 9' 6" wide. Gun, my effusive instructor, must have given up on the motivational speaker circuit due to his inability to see over a podium. I hope asking him to cope in wave-ridden water with a man twice his height doesn't make his boss cackle too evilly.
But it was all great fun. I entirely see why people come here for the waves. They are perfect, shimmering and just high enough to impress.
Best to come back tomorrow. Just to polish up a loose end or two in my technique, you understand.