Been a rum old day at the Rip Curl Pro Search Peniche. That dastardly Portuguese foe- the fog bank has been playing havoc with us all day. Pity cos there were some fun waves at the Belgas site. Bit bigger than yesterday and not as shapely but still ultra-smashable.The call from 8.00 was every half hour or so until 2.00pm. A long time to be stood on a damp, noisey, draughty beach in the fog.
The only reason I didn't lose my mind entirely was due to a dish of hot ricey, fish glop brought out to me by Tim the Fish (the editor of ASL- them nice fellas that are actually paying me to be in Europe) similar to what we ate the night before but minus the gambas, langoustines and mussels. It was beaut and very welcome as it weren't that warm on the beach for a change even in me bright yellow Finisterre jacket that's apparently been getting well viewed on the webcast.
The expression 'a face like a bag of smashed crabs' has it origins in this part of Portugal. This is what it looks like.
The event finally binned due to fuggin fog we trucked over to Supertubes. Which was sunny and clean. Bizarre ain't the word. Peniche was foggy yet Supertubes which is all of a few hundred metres away was not. Offshore too...
Mick and Taj were tucking into some little drainers as was-
Top World Tour lady Silvana Lima...
Hopefully tomorrow is gonna be cooking Supertubes. It better be. World titles and the guys re-qualification hopes are on the line. Being a contest director ain't a job anyone envies Damian Hardman having here...
