“A bad workman always blames his tools” – English Proverb
One of the lesser known activities on certain Galapagos Islands is surfing. I wasn’t sure whether or not to go. It’s a fascinating place to surf, but I had a guilty feeling that it was time and money I should have been spending exploring new and exotic species. After all, there are many places to surf in Ecuador.
Yet, the novelty was too appealing, I had to give it a go. I spent a long time looking for a board. La Casa Rosada, the pink house that has another name but people just call it the pink house would not rent me a board. It’s a hostel/hotel and I think they only rent to guests these days. Eventually I found the only surf rental on the island.
I overestimated my skill, got a short board, and took the long walk out to the lighthouse where everyone surfs. There followed two hours of fruitless attempts to even get one wave. The board was just too advanced for a beginner, although I noticed almost everyone else struggling. Only one girl seemed to consistently ride the waves.
Surfing had been so easy for me before, it wasn’t until I was replaying it over I realised it was the board’s fault. I had learned on a funboard, much easier to surf, and it had given me a delusion that I knew how to surf.