Continuing down into Camps Bay, passing through the delightful street buzz of breakfast time, we stuck to the winding coastal road to arrive our first destination, Llandudno. A magnificent beach surrounded by large granite boulders and peered upon by mountains, with superb architectural pieces cling to the backdrop.
The white sand and turquoise waters play host to a hollow, powerful wedging wave for the committed paddler. Opting out of this session, I parked my bikini clad derriere on the warm sands as Tom suited up. It might be worth mentioning that the Atlantic waters of Cape Town are chilly, so you can forget basking in the shallows as the waters of Llandudno are colder than anywhere else. The paddle out proved to be a tough one but Tom made it out back. Choosing to surf the left hand side of the bay, the swell rolled in thick and fast and he certainly got some epic hammerings. If there is one thing I learnt from watching his session it was this: paddle like you mean it and you’ll score.
And score he did! Stoked on the unpredicted outcome, we hit the road again. Direction Kommetjie.
