Dakhla dream

And as we didn't know what to expect, it does seem to be part of a dream. Wild camping on the edge of the ocean. Next to a right hand point break. Surfing to be had and swimming too. Can this be true? There must be a catch and the famous wind of Dakhla must surely be it. But there again, it's why the wind and kite surfers come here. So as long as the wind keeps to the afternoons, we won't complain. In fact, we seem to have re entered a time of our youth. So a surfing I must go! But more on that later.

With a view from our window like the one above, how can we be anything but happy at our decision to drive the 500 miles to get here. Tired too you might say. Well I am. Yes, I've been surfing and after two attempts at catching waves, I failed. So no endless pictures this year of me surfing. Phew, I hear you breath a sigh of relief. My arms don't work and the waves were hell bent on breaking on my head. Everyone else seems to be having a good time. My running in period I suppose. Old man take a look at yourself, as the song goes.

But I won't be beaten and the following day, longboard under arm, I paddle out, have a nervous ten minutes and catch a corking right hander that sends me hurtling down the point with hoots of encouragement from the locals. They spot an old hippy a mile off and seem to love us.
So I'm on my feet again. Walk back up the point and an easy paddle out for another wave. I'm on a roll. Long boards are better for catching waves and i need all the help I can get. Oh those aching shoulders.
The Atlantic rollers thunder in to this little cove, a good walk from where we are camped. Endless coastline and a strong wind. Blue skies, hot sun. And only 22 kms north of the tropic of Cancer.

Krysia thinks it's cool too. She likes to see her surfy boy get to his feet. Were both feeling young at heart. It's just the body that lets me down. Time waits for no man. So we have to make the most of the now we have. And now? It's a Dakhla Dream come true.