The tide was wrong and the wind sideshore, the banks weren´t perfect, but great waves runned across this point of Buarcos beautiful bay. It was the first day of Liga Meo Surf at Figueira da Foz and the boys were on it warming up for the event.
Check out this little slideshow of the action:
já se comia
I was born here and lived in this cool street full of old taverns. Lunch time was at Tyrone, where I and Marlon had sardines for days (7 euros with wine and all).
It was carnival and everyone came down south chasing the little Hercules. Keeping it´s fickle tradition this coast didnt deliver, waves were small and shitty. With a little effort, the help of the scenery and fresh air I tryed to make the most of it. Here´s some random pics of the holydays, check it out!