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The problem is that the “waves” in this part of the Baltic Sea come in very short distances and here break very unpredictable. This means you only have some split seconds to turn and start franticly paddling. So you sit there, a wave – or something faintly resembling a wave – passes you and the next ones comes 5 meters behind, suddenly stands up – often vanishes again a few meters later – and looks rideable.
So everybody near that sort-off-peak turns and starts paddling like mad with very little to nothing time to check if somebody else paddles for this thing. Most of these waves decide in the last second where to peak or if to peak at all or maybe better close out which doesn´t even allow to apply any lineup rules. The consequence is plenty of very chaotic take-offs and rides and lots of almost disaster scenes with just avoided collisions, flying boards and stuff like that. And you can´t even blame the surfers making mistakes. At peak times about 60 of them is just too many for these specific conditions. But the vibes stayed easy and most people out had smiles all over. You have to appreciate what you get in wave starved regions like this.
I felt pretty sore from my windsurfing sessions and decided not to join the madness and instead watched the chaos for a while before I drove back to Hamburg. At least my skin felt salty and that soreness in the back and arms and legs felt like a good soreness.
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