Later in the afternoon, red headed and dead tired, I sat down next to her. A brown sofa offered that much of a comfort, I could have felt asleep in seconds. But she did, leaning her head to mine, holding me tight, like I did with my surf board hours ago.

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Very early, we arrived at Auckland. Rain. Darkness. And hot coffee. Then we took our car and followed Highway 1 south. Left-side traffic. More cars and more confusion. She was nervous, and I drove like a beginner. And we made it - to Raglan, our first stop in New Zealand.

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Our hunt for waves continued into Uruguay. We knew there was little hope as we would let the wild atlantic coast behind and go further west toward the Rio de la Plata river mouth. Although it is called a river, you can’t see the other side. An immense stream of sweet water is flowing into the open ocean waters.

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