the last chapter or 'where to go from here?'

The last chapter has been written, the last sun has set, the last have waves been ridden, the fees are paid and miles on the road and in the air collected. It has been some awesome weeks in Central America and my friends and the locals made it evan better. But again I face doubts. Why leaving? Why going back to a country that seemed to have not much to offer? I was looking for a way to stay, a way of life that finally take me to another path, another journey. Needless to say I did not succeed. I had to take the dusty gravel road from santa teresa to san jose and the airport, watching every corner, every tree, every passenger that comes along very closely like I will never see this ever again. You want to soak it all up, not miss a thing, not reviewing the trip with a feeling of: why didnt I, why havent I, maybe I should have done this and that differently. And so on.

 

 

 

 The last sessions have been magnificent, especially the final day. Hübi and I got up early at 6 and went for 2 hours to a perfect peeling peak with only 4 others out there. The mood was friendly and everybody was relaxed. I caught a lot of waves. Nothing matters, not the close-outs, not the length of the wave, not the direction. I paddled for everything that came along and when it got very busy at 8 we got hungry. I packed it all up and made a last beachcheck at about 10. It was still calm and peeling nicely. Quicky I went back in my boardies and had some very long smooth rides until a storm ended the holiday with strong the wind and heavy rain, which made it impossible to find surfable waves. Well it had to end at some point anyway.

 

Anyway the downside of the trip has to be taken and it was time to depart. Frank and I slept pretty much not at all and checked in at 6 in the morning. Somehow I had the feeling that travelling through the US will cause troubles. So for the reason that US airports do not have a transit area everybody has to imigrate and doing so it is not a problem to get a tasty rum to the US, but a huge one taking it home although the duty free seal was not broken. After a short discussion with an ignorant american officer I had to leave it at the airport for good. But before having evan the chance you have to make it through the immigration and emmigration within 2 hours without missing the flight - almost impossible. It is horror. DONT EVER travel through the US if it is avoidable. They are grumpy as germans, secured like Fort Knox and proud of whatever they are entitled to do.

The flight was not any better. You recognize a German in a foreign country within a mile. Worried, grumpy, in a hurry, unflexible and correct every aspect of life. Asking stupid questions, always queuing and try to be the first in every line. I always role my eyes back and pretend not having the same citizen. It is a shame. After landing they started a round of applause like beeing in a concert. While embarasing themselfes they are always in a discussion with staff or complaining about silly things. So I finally realised I was on my way home, if you still want to call it like that. My heart broke when I arrived in Frankfurt and saw a dirty boring city nothing to offer to me and as usual I punch myself in the face for getting on that damn plane, for not having a clou of how my life should progress, for not trying to do something different some place else than this one. 

 

It is kind of funny, because right now I am sitting in a car to Jena and look down on myself realizing how many moskito bites I have and how tanned I am. There is just the two white spots where my boardies are and the right ankle where the leash has been placed. The downside of surfing so much is a rash at my wrists from some yellyfish that has been itching pretty bad for 3 days now. 

I hope I fit in quick in the german lifestyle, otherwise the next year will not be finished, I guess. I have to set goals and accomlish them step by step. The final one will be approaching in exactly one year, but its a long way to go. Now what?