This was one of the funniest sessions in a while. I had anticipated a juicy low tide session and took two fins out of my board last night. I paddled out past Panga which had about ten heads on it. I made it out with a couple of light duckdives and that's when the game began. A wave would come and it would appear as though it would absolutely, definitely break. I'd paddle for it, miss it, then be too inside of the next one.
I would get wise, adjust, then miss a rideable (albeit barely so) wave.
I was getting ravaged by what is colloquially known as chichicaste in El Salvador. I still don't know what it is; I've been told it's sea lice, microscopic barbed plant material, even baby (somehow invisible) jellyfish. I got some in my arm pit and later across both of my buttcheeks. It can sting pretty bad and is one of my top three stoke-killers.
I sat almost all of the way out, just shy of the foam-heavy pack. My intent was to pick off the scraps. It was too inconsistent and the pack fanned out in boredom, rendering my strategy moot.
Eventually, I went in little by little, missing wave after wave. I was either too inside or outside and didn't get any clean looks at anything.
I developed massive foam envy. The guys on logs and funboards were catching some head-and-a-half sets on the outside. It was very inconsistent and the waves were fat, but still a better experience than mine.
I couldn't help but laugh at my luck. Eventually, I stood up on a shorebreak wave and went in.
I would get wise, adjust, then miss a rideable (albeit barely so) wave.
I was getting ravaged by what is colloquially known as chichicaste in El Salvador. I still don't know what it is; I've been told it's sea lice, microscopic barbed plant material, even baby (somehow invisible) jellyfish. I got some in my arm pit and later across both of my buttcheeks. It can sting pretty bad and is one of my top three stoke-killers.
I sat almost all of the way out, just shy of the foam-heavy pack. My intent was to pick off the scraps. It was too inconsistent and the pack fanned out in boredom, rendering my strategy moot.
Eventually, I went in little by little, missing wave after wave. I was either too inside or outside and didn't get any clean looks at anything.
I developed massive foam envy. The guys on logs and funboards were catching some head-and-a-half sets on the outside. It was very inconsistent and the waves were fat, but still a better experience than mine.
I couldn't help but laugh at my luck. Eventually, I stood up on a shorebreak wave and went in.
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