They are every surfer’s nightmare but a dream if you are a kiter or a windsurfer because the angle of the beach makes for perfect side shore winds. It was like a changing of the guard, people had been waiting on the beach for the wind to turn while others were simply blown back to shore, done for the day. Jason and Scott rigged their sails and proceeded to rip the epic port-tack line-up with other hot locals.
Accommodation in the desert, as you can imagine, can be quite feral. Caravans wind-whipped by salt air and sand blasted by the ocean and desert struggle to endure in the harsh conditions. The only thing tougher is the locals who carry themselves with an air of pride in that they have learned to overcome the environment. The days were scorching making shade a valued commodity and nights were cold enough that an open fire was a must if you got caught out doors. Each night we enjoyed sitting round the fire telling tales of our day’s thrill rides and peak experiences, probably much like many before us and those yet to come as well.
