It was not easy to get here; days of air travel, sketchy car rides, petty theives, corrupt officials, and poverty everywhere the eye can see. However, all of the hardships seemed to drift away; When we reached our isolated destination on the West coast of Africa we were handsomely rewarded. The McIntyre family, videographer Nic McLean, and myself have spent the last few weeks camping at the beach in front of one of the most perfect left hand point breaks I have ever seen. Each morning we have woke up to flawless lines of swell tapering off from around the point; some easily breaking for upwards of 350 yards… The only other surfers we have encountered are a few local groms who were a great reminder as to why we surf. These talented young individuals took to the water for the pure fun and love it and they leave all of their dilemnas and hard histories on the beach. This is a display of true escapism and an unparalleled portrayal of raw and untainted surfing talent. These local groms have not been schooled on the latest surf DVDs and top 44 riders, they just surf with the boards they have and the outcome is sufing in its purest form…
