Diary:

Day 14/15

You lose track of time and days out here. When every day consists of waking up, checking the surf, having breakfast, surfing, having lunch, surfing, snorkeling, surfing and then food, beer and bed, the concept of days of the week loose their relevance. Unfortunately for us, it’s all over. We’ve had some great surf, seen some awesome things, got the shots we needed and lived the dream.  Back on dry land we feel strangely confined in our air conditioned hotel and our bare feet and big smiles encounter strange looks in the airport bar.
We’ve time for one last surf before its time to go home. Get up before dawn, paddle out in the dark and try and enjoy every last bit of this warm clean water.