Towards the end of last year, a few of us Kom guys were really locked into a solid surf programme. MFeb was back home for a couple of months while he and his wife were expecting their second child, and having him around was unreal.
We had this little strike squad, running wild up and down the coast – just me, Mikey and Eli, on an endless mission: Misty’s, Boilers, Dunes, the Hoek, Long Beach… even Krons. For a few months, it was non-stop. Surfing with guys at that level is contagious; the energy feeds back and forth, pushing you to match what they’re doing.
One small Saturday at Dunes, Mikey and I were sitting out the back, just trading waves on our fish, when he leaned over and dropped…