Jack Robinson, Hideaways
“It’s pumping out there,” says Jack Robinson. It’s minutes away from first light on the first day of our super-groms boat trip and the toe-haired 12-year-old squats on the bow of our ship peering into the darkness. All I can see is foam. Our vessel is moored at Hideaways; a round left Jack will later […]
“It’s pumping out there,” says Jack Robinson. It’s minutes away from first light on the first day of our super-groms boat trip and the toe-haired 12-year-old squats on the bow of our ship peering into the darkness. All I can see is foam.
Our vessel is moored at Hideaways; a round left Jack will later liken to Padang and a swell in the six-foot plus range is gutting itself over the coral.
For the first half an hour we surf the wave alone. Conner Coffin threads an eight second tube and Jack pilots this pit. Soon we’re joined by a team of middle aged South Africans as well as the doctor from the land camp at Kanduis. He informs us that the prized left where he is based is doing it’s thing. “You guys will have fun up there,” he tells us. Our captain, who has been in radio contact with a boat moored at the nearby wave, receives the same news. We’re called in soon after. You can read about what happened next, here. Suffice to say, one of the groms would be seeing the doctor from Kandui again that day. – Jed Smith
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