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About once a week the parking lot got cleaned from the camping windsurfers by the local police, but in between life just was a beach. Without any forecasts available the routine was to get up once the heat of the sun got unbearable in the van, have a breakfast – mostly muesli with our own ingredients that we had in large amounts at home as it was very uncommon outside Germany to find that cereals in supermarkets – hang out at the beach and wait until the afternoon to see if the wind picks up.
Some days it did and the pack was out, trying to avoid the treacherous rocks in the middle of the beach, which meant that most sailors would stay on the northern part of the beach. The cross-onshore directions of the wind didn´t make this task easier. The Nortada is always gusty as it falls down from that mountain north of the bay that gives it the extra kick needed to make it sailable. When it blows really strong, which it often does, wave-sailing here is a real challenge. A 16 year old hispano-dutch-german wunderkind called Björn Dunkerbeck showed us how to master these conditions. At that time you didn´t find him at the local bars until early into the next morning. Nevertheless the local beach bar regularly ran out of Sagres and other beers.
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