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I started my walk back after sunset and soon stumbled upon a deer, which stared at me for a few seconds before it fled. About 50 meters further on another one ran across the pass just in front of me. And then another one jumped out of the bushes. Soon after I stumbled upon the fourth one but finally made it back to the van in the dark without getting trampled over.
There I just had opened a beer when Vince and Alex arrived. I invited them into my luxury van where they could warm up some of the insta-junk food they had brought with them. Hungry male surfers they are, they were wolfing that stuff down with the help of some beers. There is nothing vegan-yoga-flower-ish about surfing here. These are – despite it just being September – harsh Nordic surf conditions and the energy spent out there needs some quick and instant refuelling.
I showed the boys some pictures from my recent trips to Iceland and the Mediterranean and we had a nice chat mostly about surfing in obscure places like Greece and about the good old days when hardly anyone knew that there is surf up here at the Nordic non-oceans.
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