Paddling against the current....

Nga Na Deff! (Hello in Wollof)

The fact that I lost my contact lens is synonmous with how my first surf session went needless to say I ate wave - lots of it.
After so many months of anticipation, dreaming of waves so perfect and skill so incomprehensible even Kelly Slater would marvel at my style, the reality was...well... a bit of a let down. Growing up slap bang in the middle of Britain means that perhaps this 'skill' I have been cultivating all these years was manufactured from my own delusions. Surfing is hard both physically and mentally, while your arms burn against the exertion of paddling your mind is the proverbial carrousel as you contemplate the wave your about to throw yourself into (think ragdoll in the washing machine).

So Jesper my boss here has put me on a back to basics training plan. I have to paddle 6 miles from N'gor island to the Dakar mainland everyday and back again to build strength as well as attend surf school with the Senegalese locals. This is ok I guess because I reap my revenge with the yoga I make him participate in at 8am every morning!! I was feeling rather sorry for myself after I tanked so spectacularly on my first go but realised surfing should be viewed as a metaphor for life - you take a pounding but you persevere and ride it out! I will prevail.... 

So far things are pretty great here in Senegal. Like most African countries, visiting the west is not a holiday but an experience and you have to repeat this mantra to yourself when things grate like the African time for instance and the mosquitoes! You are so thrown out of your comfort zone in every possible way, perhaps even more so here (Senegal is French speaking and my French is del boy esq to say the least - mange tout anyone)? Black outs are frequent due to the wind and solar methods of generating electricity and I've had my fair share of bucket showers because the water has been cut off - all part of the experience I say!
N'gor surf camp is a little Shangri-la and the people here are wonderful, diverse and from all walks of life. The only problem is I want to be in the good surfers club and am still very much a novice!! Ah well three months to practise I suppose :)

With skype and internet feelings of loneliness or isolation haven't surfaced too much. Naturally when first settling into a place there is a period of disarray but I strive always to find a positive slant on things because I know these feelings will dissipate. My family and friends should know that I love them and think of them often but it is counterproductive for me to dwell too much. I love you all but I'm having too much fun to worry needlessly!

Anywho I've been stealing far too much wifi from the hotel in Dakar so time for me to go, me thinks (THE hotel from Endless Summer)! Done and dusted blog for the first week!

Leggelegge (see you later)

Love Sophia

:)

The Beauty of Sharks eyes...because there is beauty in the things you fear

When asked what it was about surfing I loved so much the only answer I could muster was something along the lines of 'I just do, I can't explain it.' So why do I like it? What is it about being on a board that has totally taken over my life since discovering it, little more than a few months ago? And then a dear friend of mine who knows me more than I care to admit summed it up for me in a sentence, I quote:


This year you've been held together by masking tape and glue, its been a tough year, so surfing for you has been like a metaphor for life, taking a pounding by forces greater than you but riding it out anyway.


[Thanks Rosie for the excellent insight!] . If I'm honest surfing began as a way to help heal wounds of the heart but has developed into something much, much more integral to me. Its no longer a symbol of love lost, its an emblem for hoping that things will get better, its a focal point, a challenge that devotes me to the elements around me and not to the inertia in my own head.


There is a temptation when writing a blog to only include the exciting aspects of life because lets be honest, its not sexy to tell the world you've shaved your legs or had baked beans for lunch. There is a danger however in only including the high octane parts, in that you lose the integrity and beauty there is found in the ordinary. I want to be honest with you, because only honest writing can connect with people. Life after graduating has been a series of peaks and troughs, mostly nose diving 2010 shall not be a year reflected upon fondly. Ever a glass half full kind of person however I realise that this year was supposed to serve as a lesson to me that [to use a line from Shawshank Redemption] you either get busy living or get busy dying.

So I celebrated the entrance of 2011 with dear friends and will not mourn the demise of 2010, or dwell too much on the humbling elements of the year past. I'm welcoming the New Year with a beamish smile and open arms. I dare to dream, I'll live voraciously, I'm going to open my ears, heart and soul to the world and see what I find.

All being well (please no snow)! Jan 20th I'll be flying out to Senegal, to work as a Yoga teacher at N'gor Surf Camp. I'll be there for three months perhaps longer if I fall in love with the place and the folks there like me! I'm going to try and keep my blogging up to speed whislt out there so people can catch up with what I'm doing (fingers crossed this is a new years resolution I actually keep)! I've found my dedication to my sport has bought me much solace, I'm practising yoga everyday, running and swimming as well as death by x-biking [Viki I'm blaming you]!. It seems keeping healthy has helped me through some rough patches so I'm looking forward to being able to surf for three months without interruption. Hopefully when I come back I'll actually be able to surf as opposed to the wiping out I do now!

After April things are a little hazy. Nobody tells you after graduating life will be like treading water, bobbing from one thing to the next without much sense of direction. I'll confess this ebbing and flowing has not sat well with my desire to be working towards something, I like a good plan. A little 9-5, home with the folks and spats with my siblings (we don't squabble about barbies anymore thankfully), has given me some much needed time to reflect, to figure out my desires as well as evaluate what I already have.

So...some advice...Graduates, people stuck in limbo, soul searchers and everyone else: don't despair in the mundane moments, or berrate yourself for your misfortunes. Beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself because everything happens for a reason and it is the seemingly 'boring' periods that we really discover what we're made of.

Happy New Year comrades make 2011 a good 'un!

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