Our first day there we woke up early and drove about a half hour north to a sick surf spot called Tits, and it was tits. I surfed for like 5 hours just lapping perfect waist to shoulder high lefts. After passing out in the car on the way back. I was just refreshed enough for the start of our first kite session in front of the hotel. As the tide rolled in kickers started to form off the point at the perfect angle to load into. We rode for a bit then hit the restaurant, Nitropolis, for a burger and beers. Live music was jamming, kegs were flowing, and Norman was kicking my ass with Buffalo. Then the lights came on and the Cable session was under way. I was pretty faded but riding fucked up is nothing new to me. Only had one close call when I went for an air trick and ended up on the ground under the lounge deck. All good though. We finished off the night with some more beers and a Big Buck Hunter tournament.
The rest of the trip was pretty much a blur of sick riding and partying. We got to ride behind a boat in the Panama Canal which was irie and I rode a dirt bike for the first time. I'll definitely be returning to Nitro City every windy season (Jan-April).