Scarface
i admit it. i am bowing to pressure after being called scarface and having a faithful reader demand i post a photo of what happens when someone’s fin kisses your cheek as you are dropping in on a wave…
well, stitches are what happen.
it was the second time i’ve suffered a cut this year. the first time it wasn’t my fault, but the second time it may have been. puerto viejo, one of the funnest and longest breaks in southern peru, was very, very crowded last saturday. just about every surfer in lima was out trying to catch waves that were between 8 and 10 feet. the accident happened after i had already decided it was too crowded to surf safely, and well after i caught my only wave of the day. having decided to go in, i relaxed too much and stopped concentrating. that’s always when trouble rears its ugly head.
in the future, i vow to get a pair of rubber fins to avoid hurting anyone with my board, and to stay on the sand on crowded days. i hope everyone else does the same. otherwise, we’ll all have to spend hours trying to persuade people that scars add character…
