Apparently, the waves were only medium-sized. They sure didn't look medium -sized to me.
Today, I almost died. Unfortunately, I'm not exaggerating too horribly much. You know that light you supposedly see right before you cross over? Yeah. Obviously, I'm writing this, so I did indeed survive with only minimal cuts and bruises.
So, the story is that I went surfing today with my friend Miranda. It was a rather spur-of-the-moment type thing. We rented boards and jumped in a taxi with some random Ecuadorians who apparently knew where the best places to surf were. Just to clarify, we did not know these people. They ended up being very nice, but it was still really strange for me.
So, first of all, we couldn't even stand up on our boards. The Ecuadorians had a great time watching us try. They attempted to give us instructions, but the language barrier didn't help. Miranda speaks more Spanish than I do, but it was still a challenge for her. They also seemed to think that it should be very easy. It wasn't.
We finally got comfortable paddling around on the boards and riding over waves without falling off. Then, for some reason, we decided to go closer to shore where we had more chance of actually catching a wave. This turned out to be a bad idea because we both ended up being knocked off our boards and tumbling helplessly in the water as wave after wave crashed over us. What made this even better was that the shore where we were was lined by lots of volcanic rocks, so if we'd hit them, it would not have been pretty. Every time I came up for air, I found myself looking at another giant wave about to hit me and push me closer to those rocks. I kept screaming for help at the top of my lungs and I truly felt like I was going to die. I've never been so scared in my life. One of the Ecuadorian boys with us ended up saving me and helping me get back to the shore. I was so happy to be alive and on land again.
Despite the moment of terror, I actually ended up having a lot of fun and it is even funny when I look back on the event. I'm really not sure how that works. It's possible I'm just crazy.
Later that night after we'd eaten dinner, we walked up the path to Tijeretas (Frigatebird Hill) to look at the stars and watch the moon rise. It was beautiful, and I saw a shooting star. The unfortunate thing was that to get there and back we had to walk across a beach that is home to a sea lion colony. We didn't have much of a problem going, but when we were coming back, we ran into a bunch of sea lions sleeping right by where the path entered the beach. It was difficult to see them because of how dark it was, even with the light of the moon. While one of the Ecuadorian boys felt comfortable running past them, Miranda and I refused to do so. He also ended up getting chased down the beach by one of the largest male sea lions I've seen yet, so I feel quite comfortable with my decision. We went another way and finally made it off the beach and back on the path, only to come across another bull sea lion sitting in the middle of the path. We all dove off the path and into the foliage to let him pass and then continued, thankfully with no more sea lion encounters, back to the university.
Oops! The very first wave ended up breaking Danny's board.
Me and Miranda, afterwards