OFF THE Leash THE BEN TROVATO COLUMN
Travel is in every surfer’s blood. In quite a few cases, there is also alcohol and tetrahydrocannibanol in their blood. But that’s one of the consequences of hitting the road. Local customs in far-off lands often require the visiting surfer to partake of indigenous brews and substances. It would be rude not to.
The worst thing about travelling is flying, and I don’t only mean the horror of economy class. Airports themselves have become terrifying places. From the moment you walk through those sliding doors, you never know when a man in a uniform is going to drag you into a room so that he can look up your bum. Then you find
