da Ryo » mer mar 15, 2017 7:38 pm
Grazie Manu, in realtà' mi sn fatto male solo venti gg fa... E oggi è' la terza volta che entro in acqua .. Purtroppo cn molta meno disinvoltura ...ci vorrà del tempo.
Questo articolo parla dello spot "incriminato", l ho trovato sul web .. Ci ho surfato anche stasera
Sitting 500 metres out from shore at a powerful Bali surf break, Kedungu, nine days ago, I saw the big waves that have delighted and intimidated surfers in Indonesia over the past month nearly take another victim.
Kedungu is 40 minutes west of Kuta Beach, a semi-secret spot among surfers where three-metre-plus waves break over reef.
Standing on the beach earlier, watching the large, deserted waves that had deterred others that morning, a young Swiss man, Xavier, said he would paddle out and I decided to join him, adding, "let's just look out for each other".
In spots like these, almost out of sight from shore, surfers act as their own lifeguards. Across the nearby islands of Bali, Nusa Lembongan, Lombok and Sumbawa, strong currents and huge swells roll in.
The excitement and the dangers are real, with the big risks being hit by a board, losing your board and fighting the current, and hitting the sharp reefs the waves break over (it's the sudden shallowing of the water under the waves that form the towering walls and barrels surfers dream of).
Most surfers understand the risks of chasing the best and biggest waves. They know they are to some degree placing their fate in the hands of the ocean.
At Kedungu, Xavier was unlucky - he got swamped by one big wave, then another. The third snapped his leg rope and his board disappeared towards shore. A buoyant board is a surfer's lifeline in the ocean.
Replying to my shouts he said he was fine, and would swim to shore to find his board. I watched for several minutes as he swam strongly, but was buffeted by waves and a choppy current with the shore still far off. His movements became weak as he was pushed into a current flowing out to sea, then swept even further from shore.
I reached Xavier, sat him on my board, then we swam with the board between us nearly a kilometre, around the back of the surf break then inside towards the shore break where he could reach the beach.
On the shore, he acknowledged what we both knew: if he'd been alone, he would have died.
I'm sure he's been surfing since, and almost certainly at the same beach, which is close to his hostel. As have I.
I'm not aware of any surfer suggesting the recent string of fatalities would keep them from the ocean.
For many, a slight sense of danger is part of the the sport's thrill, but surfers also knowingly subjugate themselves to nature; each beach, each wave is different, slight changes in the wind and swell can dramatically alter conditions.
They respect the power of the sea; it is a challenge they accept every time they enter the water.