As we’re being hassled by yet another one, salvation appears in the form of the driver from the Keyhole Surf Camp. Chase had sent him to rescue us. So, just a few minutes later, Marcus and I are being very happily driven away from all that, destination Lagundri Bay. Just three more hours and we’ll be there! When we arrive at surf camp, Davos is breakfasting on eggs with an avocado salad. The riders had had their first session as soon as the sun rose. The wave is exactly as we’d seen it on those clips on the internet: it breaks around a coral shelf that is extremely dangerous to walk on. Behind all that, rows and rows of palm trees, the idyllic backdrop for the inevitable magazine/catalogue photos. Lagundri is a small fishing village, with lots of affordable rooms and boarding houses, drawing in surfers from all over the world. At the point of the bay is the Indian Ocean swell rolling in. The result is a near-perfect wave. There are dozens of small children, playing in the water all day long. Mostly they stay on the inside (of the reef), practising some pretty cool aerials on the re-form. Idyllic conditions too, small but perfectly formed, mouth-watering food for the surf warriors on their quads and thrusters. Davos is more than pleased to see me. It must be said that with his limited grasp of English he can’t have found it easy to communicate with Chase and Pete. They, on the other hand, must have wondered what was going on when they first met the rough-and-ready Davos. Davos materialised in their hotel room in Kuala Lumpur, where the three of them were due to collect their brand new Bic pre-production boards for the trip – “hello, Davos, no speaking English”.
