My uncle worked at a shipping company and I was hoping he'd give us the upper hand. Soon enough we were embarking on a cargo boat that frequently crosses between these islands and the African continent. After a few slow, calm days at sea we felt the swell building as we began to approach our destination. The crew warned us that we may not be able to anchor close to land because of the increasing conditions. As we passed the harbour mouth I began to understand their concern, with the shallow rock bottom creating a short but intense right hand slab close by. Matchu and I stared at each other in disbelief: he at the idea of scoring on the very first day; me trying to imagine whose idea it was to build a harbour at such a location? After an hour on the boat watching the wave break alone, eventually the crew managed to navigate into the harbour's safety. We quickly got our gear ready and headed to the other side of the bay. Matchu scored barrels and I started to shoot. A great welcome!