FIRING!
After another evening lapping up the view of our debris on the balcony of our ‘Inbetweeners’ style hotel, the next morning we decided to quickly check on Playa de las Cucharas, before heading up the coast to Jameos. From the first afternoon when all had been relatively calm, overnight the reef had come alive with logo to mast high waves blasted by thirty knot howling north east trades. Up the coast towards Jameos all the breaks that had been dormant the previous days were now totally firing; today was our day I had no doubt about it! Philip Köster had messaged us that he had made it to Lanzarote and would be with us shortly after picking up Jorge from the airport. By the time we hit the quaint fishing town of Punta Majeres we could already see the waves rifling down the point at Jameos! Back in Fuerteventura in 1990 I was happy just to be out in the Canary Islands whatever the conditions, but today I was excited because I knew it was game on and we had some of the best sailors in the world who would be going off!
