Feels slightly more blowy today, seems to be improving. The sun’s out as well, and we set off on a run/walk to burn off a few of yesterday’s beers. Both feeling sprightly and refreshed after a good nights sleep (that nightcap didn’t happen, definitely for the best).

More pink flamingos! We didn’t see the crocodile though, which was a shame, maybe he’s having a day off.

Arnaud has a morning work call so we duck into a place with decent internet and have a not very Mexican breakfast for a change. Delicious but the price was a bit of a shock, £20 each (including lots of coffee), back to the local fare tomorrow.

Sunny walk to the hotel for a shower and pick up bikes, then a bit of a mooch around the shops. “Smooch? Is that right?”, “Um no, far too early for that”, some things do get lost in translation…

Jonny has been in touch, “wind looks light but may work this afternoon, next update at 12:30”, better postpone our usual midday beer, just in case.

The mooching didn’t last long, far too hot. Resuming our routine we ordered some eepas (IPAs) and settled on some comfortable chairs watching the sea. Also Magnum PI.

Ok maybe not Tom Sellek exactly, but blimey, this guy is channelling him big time. There are two couples about 10 meters away from us towards the sea, they’ve angled their loungers to face the sun, which is behind us. Magnum has a thick bushy moustache, mirrored aviators, black hair, short short blue denims (with legs spread wide, right in my line of sight). Oh and a huge American eagle tattoo interwoven with the stars and strips curling around his shoulder and down his arm. America! Fuck yeah! They all look pretty leathery, maybe they should sit in the shade like us pale Europeans. Ok this pale European, Arnaud is definitely more sunshine friendly than me.

A message from Cathy at the kitesurf place pops up, a welcome distraction. “It’s very onshore and light at the moment. We’ll check again at 1:30 and give you an update”. It’s definitely picked up, but maybe not quite enough. We’re being philosophical about it all, if we get at least one day out on the water we’ll have had our fix. Time for another beer then.

I’m determined to write at least a thousand words for my book, but it’s hard to concentrate, the temptation to just doze quietly in the sun is almost overwhelming.

“We should think about food, what do you fancy?” Arnaud brings me back to the moment, “Not sure I’m hungry to be honest, though it’s hard to say”. I should really recognise the signs of hunger and dehydration after all the stupid runs I’ve done. Bleary, muddled, lethargic. I go and inspect the wind.

“Probably about 9 knots, gusting maybe 10 or 11, not really enough, and definitely not consistent”

We have a beer for the road, I hit my word target, and we bumble off towards somewhere called Big Fish.

Guacamole and iced water to get us started, within minutes we both feel refreshed and awake, that’s all it took. “Funny how there is a dirt floor here but he took our order on an iPad”, Arnaud shrugs, another of the anomalies of this place, modern but yet so basic at the same time. The toilet here at least has paper, albeit hanging from a string, though the outdoor sink doesn’t have anything to dry your hands with. There is soap, which is something.

Our mains arrive, tostadas with lightly grilled tuna with cucumber, avocado and pickled red onion, grilled octopus in soy sauce, small roast potatoes and tomatoes. The soy has slightly caramelised. It’s so tasty we have to force ourselves to slow down, turns out we were hungry after all.

My phone pings, “it’s not enough for me to get out winging today. a pity, as there’s a rare opportunity to play in little waves, but maybe tomorrow instead!” Maybe tomorrow indeed, the weather still looks promising for Thursday as well. May as well order a little something extra to wash all this down with.

Our pina coladas arrive quickly, “tastes like holiday”, I smile, “damm right it does”. Just the right amount of sweetness and coconut, the tang of passion fruit counterbalancing the sugar.

Back to the hotel for a siesta and to de-sand, the sky is clear so there should be a good sunset later.

Except the clouds come in while we rest. Still, I make Arnaud laugh by dressing up for dinner, though I’m questioning my shoe colour choice with the amount of chalky muddy sand everywhere.

I’m really sleepy, even though it’s only 6pm, probably because I’ve been wide awake from before 5 this morning. Couple of beers, some very tasty meaty snacks, then back to the hotel for a cheeky mescal nightcap. Or two.

Model convergence for Thursday, if tomorrow looks ok too we’ll be waiting at the kitesurf place until they open at 10am.