Long days at the office add fuel to the burning fire of desire for waves. And then sometimes when the weekend rolls along, the swell dies and the wind picks up, killing any hope of something that can classify as a decent surf. This was not one of those weekends.
This weekend was perfectly windless and on a whim we decided to go up the coast (and actually did it). We threw together the bare necessities, stopped for some sandwich ingredients on the way and cruised on to Cool Bay - a spot on the eastern side of False Bay, Cape Town. It's a heavily shark-infested surf spot that has claimed one or two lives, but on this particular day it's resemblance was closer to paradise.
We left all our stuff on the beach (something one can only do at very few beaches in South Africa, but it's a real luxury when it is possible!) and went for our first surf. I struggled a little initially, mostly due to a lack of confidence because I assumed that everyone in the water was a local. But once I figured out that some guys were kind of average, I got it together and had one of the best surfs I've had in a while. We had a couple of surfs, getting out only for a snack and to re-apply sunscreen and had a all-together fantastic day.