Louis‘s Diary - Day 3-4
Day three : 31-10-22
There is no worse way to wake up than to realise that you have been robbed of your wallet by a girl you met the night before. I had 300€ in that wallet!
We arrived in Thurso. Leo is really the best co-pilot. It's not unusual to have a belly-aching laugh at the wheel, and all this in a lunar setting. Scotland is majestic, austere and desolate.
We found out way to "Thurso East”. To get there we had to take a lot of small roads before finally entering a farmyard. The car park is dirt and you can hear the cows moo-ing nearby. You couldn't park more than 15 cars. It's hard to believe that we are at one of the best waves in Europe.
The weather is great because the wind hasn't picked up yet. It could change quickly. A big swell is expected after tomorrow
Welcome To Thurso.
This morning, while driving west from Thurso, we saw a nice pointbreak in the distance. We decided to take a closer look. There was a good metre of glassy water running mostly on the left. I insisted on going in the water, Leo wanted to find better waves, more hollow and more fun, but I finally managed to convince him
From the sea, we could see cliffs of about fifty meters, with waterfalls falling into the sea. This kind of landscape helped us forget the thick wetsuits, hoods and boots we were wearing, and the mediocre waves.
However, with the dropping tide the waves started to throw up real little tubes. We were starting to have fun when a seal that had been circling us for half an hour decided to get closer. 5m, then 4, then 3. He was a good 400kg for 3.5m long.
I don't remember ever getting out of the water as quickly as I did today. We were alone in the water but surrounded by real locals.
Paco, a Frenchman on a trip with his girlfriend, told us that it was common to have this kind of companion at the peak, and that there was nothing to fear. These animals are so unaccustomed to the presence of humans that they can get really close, just out of curiosity. Not cool in our opinion. He also told us that the locals in Thurso East were not very friendly. He told us the story of a world famous surfer who was waited for at the exit of the water by a bunch of guys armed with iron bats two years ago. He had to run away and the locals looked for him in town for the next few days.
"Here dope and alcohol take their toll."
Easy to believe. Apart from surfing there is not much to do in this desolate landscape, where the simple act of going in the water is already a great proof of determination.
But I take these words lightly and want to make up my own mind.
It's 7 degrees, the wind is blowing hard off shore and not a wave in sight.