In The Far Reaches Of Indonesia There’s A Left With No Name
Blood fed rewards.
When the Indian Ocean comes alive, so do the crowds. The sure bets colonise like ants and that dream of untouched barrels in tropics dissipates. Mikala Jones, Marlon Gerber, Tai Graham and Awan Hadi know the hunger of the surf population too well. They also know to look elsewhere. So they caught ferries to far-flung islands and landed at a left that’s been watched by few, surfed by less and has never had a going over like this. This wave has no name, and they plan to keep it that way.
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