In the dusky hours of a summer night three members of the Esportivo Tintoriffo Surf Crew was powering down the brand new super highway, away from the metropolis of Osalotagaria, at speeds illegal only weeks ago. There has been many changes in this Viking Kingdom of the northern way since the Kings executive administration was taken over from the reds by the blues. At last we can drink and smoke more, drive faster and move around in lazy ways. There was no lazy moving though when our surf crew of three paddled out into the waves as the sun crept lower behind the horizon. Nightsurfing has become the only way to get some waves without the crowds of newbies, foreigners finely finding a place where they are best in the line up, and bitchin´ old boys who we only saw once in a while when we surfed the brake in daylight, just a couple of guys, back in the days.