At this point all I could focus on was the bottle. People on the beach were scattering, some trying to stop him, others just watched. I couldn’t see Holly, Glyn was caught in the rip. The local surf hire guy stopped him from stabbing me. I certainly tried to dodge, punch, to get myself out of situation, and there was no way I would let him get to Holly.
I was very lucky. I could have been cut to pieces or worse, all in front of my daughter all over an empty waist high wave. I had to wonder whether why this guy hated us so much, did he have a bad experience with the ignorant paddler at The Rock? But even as he was paddling in he was shouting at Germans, Israelis and others in racist way. Was it a money thing? Was he high on drugs, or was it the fact that he was just a total fucking asshole? I think it’s probably the latter. It came to light that this guy is a surf instructor on the same beach relying on tourist surfers’ money…
