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The afternoon was left for another surfing session, before the wind returned on Sunday. The waves were a little smaller than on our first day, but Hanstholm delivered again and provided a perfect playground with fun conditions. We sailed until the sun faded away in the evening, when we found ourselves back on the empty parking lot – freezing, tired, but perfectly happy with the day. We quickly unrigged our gear, stuffed everything into the van, and went back to our rental house to spend another night, with the mouse, which we almost considered a pet in the mean time.
On Monday, the line-up in Vorupør was nicely uncrowded, and we enjoyed yet another great surfing session with beautiful blue skies and still very comfortable temperatures, before buying another fish sandwich, and setting off to drive another 10 hours back home. Luckily this time with a lot less traffic. It really was 10 hours only, until I reached my home in Krefeld.
Summary: Windsurfing is motor sports. And when the wind would not come to where the surfer is, it is time for the surfer to go to where the wind is.
Story and photos: Chris Hafer, Flo Soehnchen
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