It was actually 4:36am when I woke up and decided that since I needed to pee I might as well get the coffee on as well. It was still dark for another 45 minutes, no one was stirring, except for the f***ing roosters so I went back to bed. 5:30…Josh, the guide, gets up and stumbles around getting the breakfast buffet set up. I’m sure he was happy to find the coffee waiting for him. The sun has just come up and it’s now light enough to see, I hit the snooze button one more time. 6am and I’m stumbling through the yard with a hot cup of coffee trying no to spill it…I weave like a wounded airplane coming in for a crash landing, but I find a chair before I hit the ground. Guys are leaving this morning at 9am and they’re already surfing. It’s head high…smaller and a bit more infrequent than the previous few days. There is still swell in the water. The coffee slowly dilutes the fog in my eyes, then sun helps clear my vision as well. A quick trip to the bathroom for some business and I’m out again with my uniform on…a pair of board shorts and a rash guard, half stick of wax, a fin key and some Waterman’s “face stick” sunscreen in my pocket. I am complete. It’s now 7am and I call Marvin, “Necessitamos la lancha a 9:00″… “Claro” he answers. “Dale pues”, I retort. Who the hell is Dale Pues anyway? Marvin shows up a bit early…we arrange the coolers, get the cameras and other gear in the truck, guests are cued and Marvin heads out for the port. 30-40 minutes until the boat arrives. In the mean time at 7:22 the brazzo boat heads out with 6 people. The formula is looking good. By the time we arrive, they’ve been there 1.5 hours, the tide is coming up and the waves are getting better. With just an hour of overlap time we’ll have the place to ourselves. Never mess with math, it’s never wrong.
Fast forward 15 hours…I’m ready for bed, writing this blog. The title of this blog, “Working 5-9” doesn’t even do the day justice. It’s really 4:30am to 11pm and often then some. After surf we got lunch, did some surf lesson, went to Leon, had dinner, did the chores and then I retired to do this… it’s been a long day, tomorrow is another and I wouldn’t trade it for any 9-5!