Start of the season over here in Europe? It is just great to come home after 5 months of Eastern world and its mentality, call friends and go surfing on the Croatian coast on a huuuge jetlag. Five hours of sleep and driving a friend’s van, because he’s too tired after 10 hours of sleep, can’t get better. Red bull overdose and slaying our ship on wheals down to the coast. And nothing can surprise more than a snowfall all over Slovenia at 3am. Like going on a ski vacation in France! But no, we were just cruising to Medulin, a spot in Istria that only works after couple of days of SW winds. Coming there at 6am and watching the biggest waves I have ever seen over here with my friends was the best feeling. Don’t get me wrong. Australia and Bali were great but here… This was just the sickest thing ever. Coming from the snow-coverd inland to the stormy coast, where there is no sign of other surfers, just woke up my ‘adrenaline seeking’ side. I didn’t even think of anything else but grabbing my board, rubbing some wax on it and rushing into 16-degree-cold water after putting on the tightest wetsuit ever.
We were in the water for 3 hours and I started to feel cold as never before. Coming from the 34-degree-hot Singapore to the 8-degree-really-not-that-warm-with-the-windchill-factor Croatia can’t be really good to your body. But still, getting all those cool glassy waves and shreding on them with a big smile on my face, almost blue from the cold, just made so much sense as my welcome-back-home trip.
I was so happy! After catching some right handers, we grabbed a beer. It just couldn’t get better.
