
On the last day, when the hangover was still in the process of going away, Andy and I decided to go to the beach to do some professional surfing. We bought suncream, got the tickets, helped a lost young girl which train she should take, got on the same train as she did … and found out that it was the wrong train.


Fortunately we weren’t that far from our destination, so just a change of trains and we were there. The weather was incredible – warm, a bit windy – perfect Unfortunately the waves didn’t care about the fact that a lot of surfers came and they just didn’t appear. So we had to amuse ourselves in other ways such as the regular “do on the beach” things.