Digging our feet into the white sand, we dodged pick-up soccer games and sheep being dragged down to the beach for a good scrubbing. I was sweating in my wet suit, but knew I would need it as soon as we entered the cold January water. Tucking my board more snuggly under my arm, I shaded my eyes and glanced into the distance. As far as the eye could see, the beach snaked along the turquoise ocean cresting with the perfect waves to start surfing. The beach was speckled with surfers, beach bathers, and soccer players. Farther up the shore, tiki huts and surf shacks offered shade, beer, and fresh sea food to weary beach goers.
It was our first day of surfing and we were able to bargain with one of the local surf instructors for a price of 12,000 cfa ($24) which included a lesson, a board, and a wetsuit, about a third of the price you might find in the U.S. Surf instructors are all over Yoff beach, all you have to do is go to the beach and make their acquaintance. Hopefully after a couple of weeks of this, I'll be hanging ten in no time!