Saturday, 25/09/2010. I admit that the title is misleading: it will not speak of the very valuable review of Marina di Carrara, where the beer flows freely and whole batteries stinchi di porco sono li pronte ad essere fagocitate! La festa settembrina a cui mi riferisco sono le condizioni meteomarine toscane, ancora una volta al top... e per di piú nel weekend!
Si parte con una bella giornatina di sole a Donoratico, onda formata e maestrale promettente. Come per magia tutto il gruppo di kiter si presenta allo Shangri che ormai é a nostra completa disposizione: si gonfia addirittura nel parcheggio...
Il vento peró stenta un pó a mantenere le promesse, cosí escono nell'ordine Marco, io, Dario a testare le condizioni ma inevitabilmente si finisce tutti spiaggiati al Tombolo. Quando ormai le speranze sembrano perdute, si vede Marco superare agevolmente le barre e prendere il largo... giusto il tempo di alzare 4 and get the kite in the waves, as usual, from the shore looked much more comfortable ...
The wind is increasing more and more I find myself gradually pulling the depower, jump higher and higher and some even dare surfatina frontside ... at the end after almost two hours off without touching the ground (not to be stuffed in their time ashore) are exhausted but satisfied!
Then, the icing on the cake, the appetite is appeased the festival of the fungus: the stocks of mushrooms of cork oaks are put to the test!
Sunday, 26/09/2010. As per the scheme tested, we change spot in the hope of a session of surfing noteworthy. Unfortunately now when I wake up to James Lillatro has already surfed three hours and is coming home ... between one thing and another introduced me to the joy that is past noon!
There, unlike Rosignano, has not yet entered the south-west, but the line-up is now almost deserted by the waves a bit untidy and especially chiusoni a couple of meters kindly invite you to not miss the duck dive. .. essentially to go out hard (practically swimming in dragging the table) and surf with other regulars 2-3. They take a few waves, often ending in a grand slam on the dry, but at least it is an excellent training for the trip to Bali around the corner ...
not feel too happy to calasole a session, after all afternoon has swept through the south-west Sea: still active, slightly lowered but still looking ignorant. At the second wave come and centrifuged lose a lens ... in practice seems to be blind, with the sun going down, and they are also alone make, so I leave sad sad ... Tuesday 28/09/2010. Already I have to train for Bali, I take one last hour of light before sunset, and what remains of the big storm ... The wave is about five feet but with a very short period, the spot always Gioia (now they are fond of) and this time there is a bell'affollamento the line-up.
Back to the fish but I regret it very nearly since the wave is not big but very steep and often Tubantia ... More than anything, be a long race is like winning the lottery, the only thing that really deserves is now out in a dark suit walk on the street lamps lit!
