What I see are clouds, showers, cold wind. You guess it, that’s not Costa Rica, that’s not at Zopilote I sit around. My window shows the North, but my mind is heading south. Just returned from a longer travel, where the waves were big, the sun bright and the time timeless, we all would fell the desperate need to return to the beach.

Sometimes I think about Zopilote Surfcamp, when and how. I have phantasies, but no knowledge, I have ideas, but no experience about the life in Costa Rica. I’ve been around almost everywhere in the world, but my philosophy is - to keep the best for the latest.

I admit it, surfing is not my big passion. I tried. I fell. I paddled. It was fun by the way. That’s my message to all the wanna-bees: if I can, you can. In the next weeks I will report about my surf adventures around the world, including Brazil, New Zealand, Australia and South Africa. But I know: one day I will be in Costa Rica too…

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