Speedboating

Sleek ski-boats slip by on a silky sea, heading for the fishing grounds where gamefish will be lured by false promises on baited hooks. No swells disturb the boats' even trajectory, no bone-crushing thumping over troughs and peaks. Bliss on a boat.
It's not often that the seas off Kommetjie are mirror-like, and when they are, thoughts turn to a high-speed boat ride around the bay, hugging the shoreline at the back of the breakers, sharply swinging with the contours of the land, the ever-widening wake with the bow at the tip of the arrow. A seat on the gunwale guarantees a soaking from a swerving bow wave.
But when there's a chop on the surface, the best place to stand is in the nose, holding onto a rope tied to the bow-roller and leaning back to brace yourself. Exhilarating, blowing-your-hair-back stuff!
You'll never find me sitting comfortably at the stern!