Peniche was only a stopover on the way further north into – for me – uncharted territory. I nevertheless spent Sunday and Monday here. Both days had north-northeasterly winds and some ok waves. The sun was shining too, but didn´t manage to neutralize the cold northerly wind. It wasn´t exactly empty but I had my share of waves.
The downside of having had ten surfing days in a row now was an increasingly sore back (or my seasoned body) which forced me to keep sessions short. It was probably time to have a break from surfing, but that´s easier to say than to do when you come from a hometown lying way too far inland. So, I tried to time these short sessions in a way that I paddled out when the tide just was getting right, therefore having the chance to catch a string of quick rides before the lineup filled up.
I usually was out for about an hour and already had my Galao and some sweeties in the beach bar before the crowd got to its max. Monday I used the time between the morning and the evening session for an excursion to Obidos, a nice historic town surrounded by a fortified wall that you could walk along and around the whole ancient town centre.