The swell lines were perfect the next morning with a light off shore wind, the depression had done its work and it was time for us to claim our refund from the hammering it had given us two days earlier.
We arrived after a half hour crossing at the wave called the “The Pipe of Lobos”; a fast barrelling left formed as the swell hits the triangle shaped reef.
We watched from Elvire for one hour before paddling over to the peak where we scored a picture perfect session between friends, a rare occasion in the locally infested waters of the Canary Islands. After two hours in the water a powerful inflatable carved into the bay and dropped four surfers at the peak. We decided that we had been lucky and paddled back to Elvire, happy with the knowledge that with the tide dropping, the wave was now starting to turn into a leach grabbing, board smashing monster.
We all decided that we did not want to finish the day looking like Nelson who had lost his arm in 1797 while attacking the island of Tenerife two hundred miles to our west, even though the bigger sets were still giving tube rides for the brave. It was our time to watch..
A night spent 500m off the Lobos ferry port jetty rewarded us the next morning the vision of the right hand La Derecha de Lobos in world class form. But we would have to be quick before the crowds arrived from Fuerteventura and Lanzarote..