Meeting Pedro at a filthy anchorage on Bali's east coast was unplanned.
I was actively looking for a way to learn sailing and quite determined to make it happen. The second goal was to find a ride to Africa to reunite with friends and surf Jeffrey's Bay. I knew that part was a long shot.
Intuitive research and examining maps unexpectadly led me to a captain awaiting crew to cross the Indian Ocean. Our meeting was pure amazing timing, some miracle.
45 days later we sailed off out West just the 2 of us on his 65ft very basic Schooner. I convinced him to anchor at G-Land where we could rest, clean the hull and surely surf my brains out.
A month later I set foot on Mauritius Island and stayed, where in fact my biggest surf dreams were: sailing to this island and find a way to properly surf ultra localised Tamarin Bay, which I did.
This picture shows us after finally jibing towards the island through a last scary stormy patch after many. It marks a major peak in my surfing life. It doesn't get better than this to me. I wish to return one day soon. (I made it to Jeffrey's Bay a month later)
Today we have celebrated Baptism @cfci Port Louis #mauritius 🇲🇺 #halleluia#glorybelongtogod
In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents." (Luke 15:10)