While I was biking out to Cocle beach I came across one of those tourist four person bikes. Except this one was being riden by 8 little surf town kids. They were quite a site to behold. They were a mix of boys and girls, mixed kids, local kids, and foreigners. The four wheeled vehicle was being operated by kids of all sorts of different hair colors and ethnicities. They were so lovely. I biked up to their side and then egged them to race. Without a single word they understood my invitation. The girls started yelling as the boys kicked it into second gear. I wasn't on any speed machine by any means, but I had to fight a little bit to not be shown up by the kids. As I overtook them and moved ahead I heard the boys and girls screaming in fun and delight. What a super cute moment.
Arriving in the mid afternoon I had one chance for a last surf run. I rented a bike and made my way down to Cocle beach. From there I had a quick lunch and launched into the water.
It was a crowded beach with surfers practicing the break. I moved out of the way and tried to ride the baby waves. The beach break was just a bit weird. Battling the constant onslaught of waves, the board kept flying out beneath me. I was barely able to stick to it. The times I did manage to ride a wave I was not able to pop up due to a lack of balance.
All in all it was a wash out. My last surf attempt was more of a physical beating than a skill development. I feel strongly resolved to find another surf spot somewhere and perfect my pop up. I want one sweet controlled ride.