Opposed to the 20 to 30 guys in the water at the last wave we were at, here there was the one sole boogie boarder. And he left after half an hour, leaving our intrepid Supper Club to a 3-4 ft perfectly glassy left hander all to themselves. They were truly living the dream now.
To elaborate on the element of synchronicity and flow they were encountering, we spoke to someone who’d been on the island for four days before us and this was the best he’d seen it; the wind only just went offshore and then glassy just before they got out. Once they’d had their fill and I prepared to go out, a rain squall looming the horizon started to blow onshore and then proceeded to bucket down. The couple of waves I got were bumpy and lumpy and nothing to what I just witnessed whilst filming (you punks still owe me for that one).
