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Normally at this time of the year I wouldn’t dream of leaving home, being lucky enough to call Sal, Cape Verde home it would be pretty stupid to leave the buzzing Atlantic BUT ‘the grass is always greener’ as they say, so when asked if I fancied a trip to the Marshall Islands naturally my mouth replied before my brain engaged. Sometime later my brain managed to compute the severity of the situation and it dawned on me that I’d just signed up for a wave riding adventure right across on the other side of the world and alongside some of the best in the industry with the Goya and Quatro team.
‘Ermm …. right ….. what was I thinking? I guess it was at this stage that I realised so long as I could make it out alive, well hell bring it on!’
So after three days travelling from Cape Verde to Maui, a mere four days on Maui to ‘recover from jet lag’ then another three flights, including a delightful kip at Honolulu airport (yes apparently even the greats of our industry rough it out in board bags) we can flash forward to touching down in paradise with a crew of seven highly excited, albeit bleary eyed, windsurfers.
‘Hey Levi err do you know which atoll we’re going to?’
‘Alien Lap Lap’
‘Sorry did you just say, Alien Lap Lap?’
