Days later, a motley crowd of surfed-out fellows with bloodshot eyes and stiff shoulders – many cradling ice-cold bottles of 2M, Manica or Txilar beer – gaze on as Mikey February dances down the sandbar. It’s only four foot; but it’s throwing just as wide, and cracking like a guillotine. Cheneso was the first viable cyclone of the year, and the froth from the surf community, after the usual
