Fuerteventura never again

Hello everyone,

it's been 4 month since I came back from Bali and I had a lot of thirst going for a surf or two. The main problem was that Snapper Rocks was pumping and as good as it has been for years all winter long and I couldn't overlook all the posts on facebook or instagram about it. So desperation strikes and I needed to get into the water soon.

But I was also looking forward to go on the first surf trip with my siblings. Well my sister is joining me once in a while, but our baby brother has never been on a holiday with us, espeacially surfing. Becoming 16 during our trip and looking looking like 18 already it was about time.

So we met at 6 in the morning at the train station and barely made it to plane due to several train delays and a lot of waiting and running. Finally we got on the plane and were heading towards the Canary Islands. Last time I was there with Frank, it was mostly blown out or way too small. Well, the forcast said about the same for the first week. But the main thing to look forward to was that fact that I met up with some of my closest friends and travel buddies. Frank was coming a few days later with his significant other and his baby girl. Matthias on the other hand, who I see all the time in the gym, but haven't seen vor 5 years  on a surftrip, arrived a few hours ealier with his wife and daughter.

So what happens when a few working people went of an island for holiday? It is pretty obvious. We were looking for a decent surf from 7 in the morning till late until we opened up some beer and wine and were talking rubbish until everybody was tired. What usually happened around 9 o'clock. Well fun times, but we're getting old. 

The first two days were so small that we could walk out in the line-up into waist deep water. But then a decent swell hits the island followed be 30km/h strong onshore. So it was hard to find a sheltered spot that wasn't too blown out. Matthias and I went on the reef break in Correlejo harbour and basically needed to paddle against the current for the whole time. I was sitting right for some nice little righthanders while Matthias was consistantly out of position. But at least we got wet and had exercise. We didn't know that this would be one of the best sessions of the trip by then. The only good spot was Los Lobos, a small island northeast of Fuerte with a long peeling pointbreak. But I would have to surf on my own and having all my mates with me, There was no point in surfing all by myself. I was saving that for the second week. But by the weekend there was a storm coming with 50-60km/h, so we needed to drive half way around the island to get a sheltered hip high wave. The wind was wrong for all spots for the whole second week until one day. It turned north, so Los Lobos was working. Our neighbours went and got barreled for 3  hours all by themselves. I was again in hip high waves and by the time I got back, it turned northwest again. I was so frustrated. So the lack of surfing made me drink even more at night. 

So finally due to the fact that it was blown out all the time we decided to never again come back to the Canaries. But hanging out with my mates and getting to know there families wa so much fun that it was totally worth it. Not to mention the fun I had hanging out with my siblings. But still, Marocco is next.