Wow, that’s been 4 weeks in Cape Town already and it didn’t feel like that at all. 4 weeks waiting waiting for good conditions, choosing the right spot, struggling with the equipment and my technical level, learning lots and having a real blast whenever things aligned correctly. In the end, the lack of wind on so many days, as unusual as it’s supposed to be in windy Cape Town, has dropped my number of days on the water drastically. And when I sat in the plane on the way to Dubai and flew over the high mountains and the green valleys close to Cape Town, with all its wine fields and water reservoirs, I kept thinking… how much have I missed out on? Why did I never jump into the car on a windless day to see what else was out there beyond the convenient surroundings of the city and its various surf spots?
Was I too focused on surfing? Did I waste too much time waiting for the wind to eventually pick up in the afternoon? Did I not meet the right people at the hostel to share a little adventure ride? Hard to say. But whatever I did outside surfing, I enjoyed very much. And almost every day of windsurfing was a fantastic experience.
- Bye, bye, Cape Town
Oh Man! Beautiful pictures!!! I just checked your site and I was shocked that I missed so much content lately. I was checking you Facebook profile to see if you added any new links to your blog. It was great to read all about your trip to Cape Town and all adventures you have had. I’m sure that there is much more to see… and I think, it’s good you didn’t see everything at once. It will create some new dreams and pictures in your head and those dreams will take you there again one day. 🙂
Can’t wait for more! When and where are you going next?
Hugs
M.