I have left Paris and the incredible kindness and hospitality of Leo and his family, and headed south to Lyon to meet another friend from Uganda... Mat Dumoulin.
I arrived in Lyon, met Matt and went directly to Hawaii Sur Rhone... the water is rising fast and the wave is working well.... but my boat is in Besancon!
I sat and watch Matt tear it up on his home wave, which was both impressive and heart wrenching at the same time. I cant remember exactly the phrase Matt used to describe sitting and watching a huge wave you have never surfed and not having a boat, but I am pretty sure it translated to 'its like eating your own balls'.
I jumped on for one surf in one of Matt's friend's boat with the wrong sized spray deck... first ride, a few moves and I am surfing the green of Hawaii Sur Rhone trying my best to put my deck back on and not drop my paddle... no joy! Some good underwater paddling and I am on the banks way the hell down stream emptying my boat. Oops
With only 20 hours until my flight I am left with a dilema.
Do I surf the amazing La Malate wave with la Mat Dumoulin?
Or do I choose the much more sensible option which doesn't involve travelling a good distance across France in directly the opposite direction to the airport without any sensible plan of how to get back, let alone to the airport (which is in Grenoble... a further few hours from Lyon)?
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