Christmas surfing the Canaries (Danger 56k modem! Danger!)

I've finally got around to it.
You can blame Bill Gates (X64 doesn't run my PC suite for my phone) and my laziness for the delay.
It all started a bit like this:
First sight of the island wasn't all that appealing:
The coach ride to Corralejo
The resort was nice:
Next day we explored the town:
and rented a car.
Drove to the beach:
The photos a bit deceptive, the wave was a decent surfable size, and while it was a beach, the break was caused in a few places by huge acres of underwater rock, sort of mini reefs so it was nice and predicable.
The evening started a little bit like this:
And ended up here:
The next morning was a late one, hangover powered!
Full English breakfast at a cafe here:
When i spotted this cheeky fellow:
Nice.
Anyway, we were told the best surf was on the north shore, so off we drove:
Unfortunately we ended up on a rally track:
The result being something like this:
BUT WE FOUND THIS!!!!
HOORAY!!!
Then disaster strikes!!!
WHEN REEFS ATTACK!!!!!
I scraped up all down my right hand side on a close encounter with some black Lava reef. Weeks later I'm still scarred!
Cue a quick trip to the local surf shop to replace a shredded set of board shorts:
more bar life
the flat
the beach
Strange van painted like a house:
Christmas dinner:
Sleeping off christmas dinner:
Some italians we got drunk with:
[SIZE="7"]THE MELON OF DOOM![/SIZE]
Me, drinking neat vodka out of the melon of doom:
Melon related head disorder:
And finally.....
That big plane home.

You can blame Bill Gates (X64 doesn't run my PC suite for my phone) and my laziness for the delay.
It all started a bit like this:

First sight of the island wasn't all that appealing:


The coach ride to Corralejo

The resort was nice:


Next day we explored the town:

and rented a car.
Drove to the beach:

The photos a bit deceptive, the wave was a decent surfable size, and while it was a beach, the break was caused in a few places by huge acres of underwater rock, sort of mini reefs so it was nice and predicable.
The evening started a little bit like this:

And ended up here:

The next morning was a late one, hangover powered!
Full English breakfast at a cafe here:


When i spotted this cheeky fellow:

Nice.
Anyway, we were told the best surf was on the north shore, so off we drove:

Unfortunately we ended up on a rally track:

The result being something like this:

BUT WE FOUND THIS!!!!


HOORAY!!!
Then disaster strikes!!!
WHEN REEFS ATTACK!!!!!

I scraped up all down my right hand side on a close encounter with some black Lava reef. Weeks later I'm still scarred!
Cue a quick trip to the local surf shop to replace a shredded set of board shorts:

more bar life

the flat

the beach

Strange van painted like a house:

Christmas dinner:

Sleeping off christmas dinner:

Some italians we got drunk with:

[SIZE="7"]THE MELON OF DOOM![/SIZE]

Me, drinking neat vodka out of the melon of doom:

Melon related head disorder:

And finally.....
That big plane home.

