The weather maps were spot on for Hantsholm Denmark on thursday. A one way trip of a thousand kilometers is not ideal for one day.
The days after thursday were a bit of a chess game with a high and a low pressure system moving up and down right on the edge off the point of Denmark.
I knew about the funnel effect between Denmark and Norway that always boosts the wind towards the spot Hanstholm, along with the fact that the weather maps showed increasing winds in the evenings.
So we made the decision to take the chance to drive up to denmark on Wednesday.
First check was Hvide Sande were we arrived just before the football match Holland- Spain at 6pm.
Luckily I had Hans with me and he managed to find a wifi connection that seemed to be open for everyone down there. We took revenge on Spain. The wind was up but the waves weren’t yet so we drove up to Hanstholm that eve.
The next day were woken up by the wind which was shaking the van. A Small breakfast was enough to start up the first 4.8 session together with a few other dutch friends who arrived that same night.
One hour later the wind started to pick up. I rigged down to my 4.5 Salt which was perfect for 30 min. The wind turned one switch futher . Time for a break..
After the break I rigged up my 4.2 and that became the perfect choice for a couple of fantastic hours untill the wind started to die in the afternoon.
Friday morning the wind was there but on the soft side.When you looked to the sky you were able to see the fine line between the high and the low pressure system. Clouds were hanging over the east part of hanstholm whilst on the Klitmoller side there were blue skies.
Instead of waiting for the wind to pick up we went for a short power surf at voropur south side where we got eaten by a gnarly shore break. Afterwards we drove back to Hanstholm where the wind was building.
Later that eve it was on. Great waves were breaking really nice with wind for a 4.5 Salt.
Saturday was one of the worst forecasted days but once again the wind kicked in in the evening and my 118Liter Goya board stunned me completely with the 2/3m down the line waves.
It seems the 118 feels even more alive in hollow sucking waves. Stoked
Sunday morning was tough. My body was starting to say no more but once again in the eve it said yesss. Waves, wind and sunshine were the perfect ingredients for a good last windsurf session.
With a nice pitstop in Hamburg where we watched the Dutch football game and checked out that “perfect” elb channel wave it was time to go home.




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