After nearly a week of not manning up to kiting Famara I decided that I had to at least try so at least I could say I had done it. I am not too sure why I was so worried about kiting it but I was. If I am brutally honest the whole female thing doesn’t help! Due next week and naturally I become more sensitive and more cautious about my well being and therefore kiting is not a good thing for me to do!! Cautious and kiting do not mix as you tense up and then get wiped out even more than usual!! Hey ho, c’est la vie. Anyway I finally manned up and me and Caz followed Simen to the beach and ended up in a little bay which was 600m down a bumpy dirt track and I got progressively more and more quiet as the drive went on, knowing that I was going to be ending up in the bay that Adam had mentioned that was higher waves than the rest of Famara....... ah well may as well start of big and then the smaller waves look fun!
I park up the Car of Choice and then help Caz find a little stone circle to hide herself in (poor cow had been sand blasted enough at Flag beach) and then I got to getting my kit ready to go out. Simen took his kit to the beach and proceeded to talk to all and sundry and then by the time he finally decided to get ready my kit was ready, he launched me and off I went. The waves were definitely higher than they looked and all I could hear was Matt and Ben saying “man up and get on with it” in my head. I knew I would wash up on the shore worst case! So I went out, got out over the first few sets and then saw the biggest wave coming towards me, I got scared! I turned and came back in towards the shore and then turned and went back out and the same thing happened and took my board from me. Not happy. Body dragging in this water really isn’t like it is in anywhere I have been. The board gets moved by the waves and the waves move you down wind really quickly and you swallow more salt water than I have ever swallowed previously! I got scared. I got back to my board and came back to the shore. That was not fun. I was not happy.
I stood on the beach for ages, watching Kirsty Jones turning in and out of the waves on her wave board like they were the smallest waves she had ever seen, is was even more amazing to watch her practicing her free style and I was so jealous that I couldn’t man up enough to get out there and practise mine!! After about 40 mins of standing there getting progressively colder I decided to go and see Caz in her little circle. I was trying hard to hold back the tears, more from frustration than actual sadness that I couldn’t get the balls. She was priceless, “get out there Brunner, you told me I was not allowed to accept any excuses today so get out there and let me get some pictures!!” She was of course, right. So I manned up and Simen promised to kite with me and off I went. This was better. I finally got over the big set at the back and found familiar water, the swirling 1m chop of Fuerta!! I was happy here, I came back in and out and then eventually got told by Simen to stop going so far out as there was no rescue and wind also changed direction out there from the cross on to offshore and then I would just not come home – ever! That worked for me so I stayed closer in, well a little at least and spent 45 mins (ish) really enjoying myself until I got wiped out near the beach, the wave washed me and wrapped my lines round my bar and I kite looped smack into the beach! My kite just missed this poor newby who was setting up for a beach lesson, I got slammed into the sand about 3 inches below the shallows and grazed my knee and then I decided it was my time to call it a day. I felt awful as I had only managed about an hour on the water but god I ached and I was happy with my achievement! Poor Caz had also had enough of being sand blasted and we were due to head out for dinner with Vyky.
Girlie dinner with Vyky proved hilarious as always, brit watching was the order of the night and for the first time this trip I have had a burger and chips! The Cafe we went to in Puerto Del Carmen was a nice change from Costa Teguise but it was definitely good to get back to the chilled out vibe Teguise offers over the Brit filled hustle that seems to occupy the rest of the bigger towns. We are all still trying to answer why British men think football shirts are a good addition to a holiday wardrobe!
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