We woke up at 6 (pitch black, two hours before sunrise) and joined the wagon train to Sopelana, with the idea of surfing before the contest. Followed the billabong car all the way there, god knows we'd have gotten lost otherwise. 45 mins of twisty turns and small towns later we arrive at the contest site, surf was small, too small to run the contest. The pros went out anyway, Lewis paddled out with Occy, Otton, and Neve. Adriano joined them, and then some others. I waited till they dispersed before displaying my excellent surfing abilities. By that time the tide had dropped to far and the waves were little dribblers, but it was better than nothing. Of course Lewis erased the picture of me landing that backside 370 air.
Next we drove up to Bakio to check it, an inferior break; which is a word I'm beginning to attribute to all spanish surf spots. It was equally small and I opted to go grocery shopping while Lewis surfed with Otton and Neve.
Drove the coast back to Mundaka, its pretty, a lot like big sur, steep cliffs, beautiful little islands, geographically limited towns.
On the positive we've seen all the surrounding bre
aks, and on the negative, they aren't that special. I guess the real wave here is Mundaka, so in our cabin we will wait.
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