The alarm went off at 5am. Ugh, I hate early mornings… except when on a surf mission, then it’s a lot easier.
João de Macedo was supposed to be meeting me at 5:30am so we could drive to Nazaré together. A message comes in at 5:26… it’s João. "Hey Glyn, bom dia, any way you can boil some eggs for us?". He sounded tired.
"Boiled eggs?" I thought. Really? I battled with myself whether to bother, but in the end I decided that, as I was barely awake still, I was in no position to think too hard on this. So I dutifully boiled some eggs and then put them in a little waterproof box for later.
João de
