It happened that in the city we live, Buenos Aires, once in a while the country stops because of a strike. A couple of weeks ago, we had a public transportation strike; gas stations and main roads included. Many people couldn’t go to work, and many other called it a day, so there wasn’t much more going on… except a swell that’s was entering that day, 3 hours away from the city….
We didn’t think it too much, fueled up our tanks, packed our surfboards, the wetsuits, some proteins and grabbed some Coronas to cheer the good times. We woke up before the strike started (about 4:30am) and hit the road.
It is a nice powerful sensation to drive an isolated dark road, towards the sea and together with the sunrise, with the fresh feeling of getting into the cold waters soon.
We arrived the spot about 9 am, looked for some wood to start up a fire (yes, it’s winter down here and it was cold) – and the rest, was waiting to the sea to deliver some waves. The swell wasn’t as big as WindGuru told us, but it was good enough to enjoy nature and bring back that surfing vibes… paddling, filtering, the breeze, to break free… After all, it was Tuesday.
Special thanks to Corona Argentina.