Bora is a strong cold northern wind that blows around these places. It has an ability to close roads, turn trucks upside down, blow away roofs, and turn an ordinary pigs leg into delicious prosciutto. Besides that it also has the ability to produce waves. The problem is that since it’s so strong it blows most lineups into pieces. Messy blown out shifting short period peaks with almost no surfable wall. Yey! And most of the time…well…it’s fcking cold! So after the initial enthusiasm we almost completely stopped chasing bora waves. Until this year. A few summer bora days blurred the freezing cold memories and new protected spots cupped with some wind conditions luck turned messy lineups into surfable ones.
My friends in muddy cappuccino brown water by the pier. Almost 3 hours of glassy waist high waves.
Something behind the tree line suggests that it’s going to be an amazing sunset.
OK, when you are surfing wind swells glass is a bit of a stretchy term:)
The coast and the near-coast canals are littered with this kind of fishing houses. Each one has one or two huge nets suspended above the water. I have never seen anyone fishing though.
Sometimes it is not just the waves that you remember. As the evening approached…
…the sky turned into dark orange.
The setting sun lit the clouds from beneath coloring them dark orange-violet-red. Then the light reflected from the clouds onto the sea surface putting us in the middle of this colorful glow.
To bad my water camera is a bit slow, it’s hard to take sharp photos in low light while sitting on a surfboard in a wavy lineup.
Till next time Italy.