After 3 weeks stuck in one place, partaking in the same routine; up, work, home beach, everyday, you find yourself comparing your trip away to normal working life back home; up, work, home, no beach! The weather is far better here, as is the commute to my lovely new job, but the routine is the same, and there are only so many new things to do in Puerto Vallarta. The means of entertainment are similar to back in London; Cinema, Eating out, Clubbing, Drinking. However one of the reasons I chose to come to Mexico was for the surfing. Having been a few times at home, I'm determined to make it a regular sport of choice. Warm weather, warm water and great waves make it a great place to learn how to really surf.
Situated just up the coast from Puerto Vallarta in the state of Nayarit is Sayulita. A small hippy chic town host to a beautiful long white sandy beach adorned by lots of surf hire and rental stores. Having done my research before flying over, Wildmex was my school of choice, and I'm very glad I chose it. Not only were the staff really welcoming, they're all extremely good surfers and just as keen to make all their pupils learn the same skills. Having been surfing before I was able to stand, but I always want to learn more, and couldn't wait to get stuck into a lesson. Told completely different things to what I was taught in Cornwall, we headed from our beach lesson into the sea. Sayulita has a point and beach break, seeing as myself and Isabelle aren't experience enough to tackle the point break just yet, we are taken to the beach break. Both of u
s standing up first time, we took wave after wave under the watchful eye of our Canadian born instructor Mike. Typical looking surfer; weathered with beach blond hair and a personality of a 20 year old, Mike who must be in his 40's is living any beach boys dream. Having finished our 2 hour lesson we headed back up the beach, and booked another lesson for Friday. Both buzzed if a little cut up by our first lesson we couldn't wait for Friday, but we should have clocked the fact that booking a 10am lesson knowing we'd be out the night before wasn't the wisest of ideas. Friday was very unsuccessful, and to make matters worse, the full moon made the sea act crazy. The sets were big, as was the self inflicted nausea. Not only that but we learnt the reason they instructors tell you to paddle out all the time, is due to the bottom of the sea being littered with sting ray and puffer fish. Wave after wave, and crashing into sand bank after sand back, made hangover surfing a sport I would highly NOT recommend.Our first surf tour starts next week and I can't wait. Punta Mita is our next beach, which we've been told is a little tougher, but nothing we can't handle. Thank God I can swim :D
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