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Once in Varazze I had a first stop at the parking strip along the beach promenade, sprinted to the balustrade at the beach, had a quick look and sprinted back to the van. The swell had arrived. After a few circles I finally dared to enter the small parking area on the beach promenade that sits right in front of the main peak. From here I could watch the sea from inside the car (as long as I kept the window wipers running at full force). What I saw from there was pretty impressive.
Brown swell lines were visible through the rain all over the bay. Waves of unexpected size exploded in front of the jetty. The beach – or what was left from it – west of the jetty faced an apocalyptic chaos of shore break. East of the jetty mutant waves were breaking at the outlet of the river that pumped more brown floods and loads of debris into the sea. Further east more mutants turned the shorebreak into a death zone. But the break in front of the jetty showed some form and created some cappuccino-colored beauties out of the unruly swell.
Nobody was out in the heavy waters and I was hungry, so I went into a bar to have some more coffee and some “brioches”. Back at the privileged parking lot – normally it would have been impossible to find a free parking lot here, especially with my van – the scenery out at sea was more or less the same. But the first local surfers had appeared, still hidden in their cars watching the show from a safe place and some other passers were that much attracted by the furious ocean that they neglected the waterfalls from heaven and ventured out into the rain to have a closer look.
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