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This convinced me to have a little bit more patience and stay at the outside but again nothing came close to breaking out here. So, I finally moved to the inside and the softboard flotilla clogging the inside break. The all had lycras from the local surf school and were happily paddling for every single wave, taking off in masses and dropping into each other. Just the instructors managed to catch the odd uncontested wave.
It was frustrating. I mean, ok, these are the locals (most of them) and it´s their spot, but they should teach their pupils some lineup etiquette first, including that you DO NOT paddle out at once and in masses at a spot like this.
Anyway, after about an hour of flatness at the main peak and weird party surf at the tiny inside I had seen enough and went back to shore. On the way back across the dunes I spotted the first decent set arriving since more than an hour and was tempted to immediately paddle out again but decided I needed a breakfast first. I kept checking the sea in regular intervals, bravely withstanding the heat and the taste of the slurry and the cumbersome flies and bugs up on the dunes.
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