Water Sports Wind Surfing near Tokyo
As I spent another summer lazing around, one realization struck me. That I am now in my forties. No longer awaiting the future. Reached it. Things would perhaps no longer take a surprise new direction.
Grew up dreaming to be a famous sportsman. With the usual paraphernalia of jazzy cars and glammodelz obviously following in. Then came the Internet age. The gap between me and the millions was just a startup away!
No more. No more competition. Phelps won a few more medals. Well .. So? Let him keep those, poor fellow. Mark Zuckerberg went ahead, packing his millions. Hmm that one also got away.
Never mind. I made up my mind. Away from the daily drudgery of coding / bug fixing. I booked a day off for wind surfing! Yep. Would float on water. Fly on sail. Like a butterfly. Was already floating on cloud nine days before the D day. Critics / critiques called it midlife crisis. Huh!
Being in Japan has this incredible advantage. You can go for mountain climbing, or go for ocean sports, all within an hours distance. My surf boarding destination was Kamakura. Yuigahama beach. An hours JR line travel from Shinjuku, then 2 stations on Denen Toshi line.
Kamakura Shonan area, the beach side neighborhood, is a close cousin of Hawaii with surfing , water scootering and all such sports enthusiasts crowding the neon lit pubs or skating down the wide palm lined bouleavverds. Fresh sea food restaurants jostle for attention along with Pizzarias and Berger joints.
Yuigahama, Kamakura, Kanagawa Prefecture 248-0014
Called up the surfing school the day before. Weather was expected to be fine. Procedure was simple. Pay Jpy 7560/-, tax inclusive. Change into wetsuit, follow the instructor to the beach across the road.
So far so good. Ocean waves were washing my feet. Wait, patience, I quietly admonished myself.
Problems started when it was time to rig the stuff. Base joint, sail up, boom, nose, fin – words were grazing past me as I kept trying to make sense of rest of the sound bites. Curse. My Japanese Business language proficiency was no good for marine sports.
Class over we stepped into the water. The gentle touch of splashing waves rekindled my spirit. 1-2-3 get up, position yourself in the center, feel the wind, take a step back, pull the sail up from water, gently swerve into position and. Fall down flat belly up in the water. Repeat.
After some zillion tries I finally did it. Wind on my sails, gently floated. Up the bay. Until of course the instructor was desperately waving at me – nami, nami. Out of syllabus word- got to decode from gestures. Too late. The swelling wave, nami in Japanese, pulled me down in no time. Back to beginning of Loop!
Not too bad for a first time though. Especially given the fact that my IT career has foreclosed any options for exercise etc. it’s coffee not muscles that move me. So lack of balance, or being out of breath pretty quickly was not unexpected. Hell would Zuckerberg do any better? Well, he might, given his expertise in Asian language etc. atleast he could make sense when he was asked to pull the lever or lower the boom!
Whatever. I was happy. end of the day ticked one more achievement. And so was my
instructor – perhaps more for him given my lack of all skills one would have thought necessary!
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Statutory disclosure: I have no business association with this organization. My only transaction being payment of close to a day’s wage in exchange for a chance to nearly drown myself and then come back up to write this piece for you.
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