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So, I drove back up the hills and down to the parking at the centre of the bay. Aside from the resident eagles I was all alone within a nature that showed its wild side particularly out at sea. The reef in the middle of the bay was producing some impressive waves, but the side-shore wind prevented these from breaking clean and surf-able.
The inside breaks were a big thumping shore-break mess, and I was quite astonished when I saw four young locals swim out into the raging chaos. They tried to bodysurf but mainly were torn around by the currents and pummelled by waves. I was a little bit concerned about their safety but after a while they all made it back to shore unharmed.
At least the raging sea was lit by bright sunshine and so I decided to go for a walk along the coast. The eagles accompanied me for a while – something that still felt a bit intimidating despite being used to it from my say in the area a couple of weeks ago – until I reached the path following the coast within the protection by the typical macchia.
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