The decision had
been taken. I was going to try to get up standing on a surfboard. To do
that, I thought, you need t find some proper waves. I looked on the surf
web sites for orientation. All these places were pretty far from where I
sleeping in the car, or taking a tent along, however eventually decided
for a caravan. The next thing was the size, the type of car to tow it
and so on.
Eventually I got
myself a rig together, it turned out to be quite right. A caravan 3,85
metres long and 2,00 metres wide, and a 110 HP turbo diesel to tow.
As I had never
driven with a caravan before, there was quite a bit of tension. To make
matters worse I had to start with a 8 Hr ferry trip, from where I was
dropped off in a 5 million citizen city. During evening rush hour.
After 3000 Km I
was eventually in North Denmark. The sea was flat. Not quite what I had
expected. However I pumped up the surfboard. Of all types of
surfboards I had bought a inflatable one ( they all looked the same to
me ) Eventually some waves started to build up. First day out I twisted
the knee, and for the the next 6 month it was hurting.
The camping site
was a family type of thing. Big caravans, big tents. Full set of garden
furniture and so on. I said "Hello" They said nothing. Then the family
to one side packed up and drove off, a day after the family to the other
side packed up ( which took a full day ). I stayed a week more. Every
day at the beach. I did not find learning surfing easy at all.