article_snippet: Here the sand is soft, the surf is year-round, and the broad beaches stretch for more than eight miles.
article_snippet: My hotel, the Waterfront Beach Resort, had a surfboard in the foyer and doorknob signs that read Wiped Out rather than
article_snippet: It was cold and overcast on my first morning
article_snippet: but by 8.30am there were already more than 100 surfers bobbing about in the ocean.
article_snippet: From the pier I could watch them mounting them boards and waiting patiently to ride in on the most powerful of the tall, grey waves.
article_snippet: A left-hand turn took me a mile down a hill to a private beach edged with cliffs where a group was photographed for the cover of 1962's Surfin' Safari, and again two years later for All Summer Long.
article_snippet: A surfboard-shaped sign ironically declared No Surfboards.
article_snippet: The warning was somewhat redundant as beaches can be private but the sea is free and, anyway, the waves are so mild that no serious surfer would choose no serious surfer.