July 2006, does that ring a bell? That's right, the whole country was in summer fairytale fever during the World Cup in Germany. Those who didn't forget windsurfing between Poldi, Jogi and Ballack got a big package of great topics in the July issue, still highly interesting almost 20 years later! Spot guides on the North Sea (back home for kick-off!), Steve Chismar on the trail of the legendary Bay of Pigs, windskating for the half-time break or a windsurfing trip to Oman, which is guaranteed to be football-free.
Everyone knows Charlie Chaplin's waddle or Elvis' hip swing, writes surf author Steve Chismar, and many outstanding windsurfers also have that one move that is unattainable for others in terms of style and radicalism. No matter how hard they try, it will always be an imitation. The then still young Boujmaa Guillol and Victor Fernandez were known early on for their curved jumps and the pushloop table top respectively. But almost every windsurfing grom still knows the legends' signature moves today: who hasn't dreamt of a bottom turn a lá Polakow? He turns "a standard move into fireworks", enthuses Steve. Josh Angulo practically invented the signature move with his one-handed aerials and this is the name for what Robby Naish already had with his tweaked table top. The next generations have followed suit since this story: Philip Köster's fearless pushloop forwards, Marcilio Browne's double loops, Morgan Noireaux and his 360s - each leaving their own signature.
We late-borns only know the Bay of Pigs on Lake Garda from stories (those in Cuba, on the other hand, from history books). Steve Chismar set out in 2006 to explore the myth of the almost inaccessible bay on the western shore. It established its reputation in the golden age as the "Hookipa of Lake Garda", this is where they all were, where the wind was accelerated once again, where Mike Eskimo rode the first Duck Jibe in Europe. Those who wanted to take part not only had to climb down a steep rock face, but also prove themselves on the water in front of the sworn Schweinebucht community: "Anyone riding boards over 250 centimetres should step on the gas and surf Torbole," recalls Schweinebucht legend Hänsen Vogelsammer, only real sinkers were allowed. "The guys who rode bigger boards were called raftsmen." There wasn't much space down on the gravel, with 15 rigs stacked on top of each other. Some slept right downstairs, others in their buses right next to the busy road, the parties were long and loud. In addition to the story that the Bay of Pigs was named after its Cuban model because of its remoteness, there are other explanations for the name: the surfers lived there like pigs (which everyone denies), the nearby hotel disposed of its waste in the bay ("it was always spotlessly clean here") or the name comes from the fact that all the "poor pigs" were driven there from the pier: "It was the last beach until the Ponale, the last rescue from the eternal rock!"
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