A BIT OF LARC
The island started to become visible in the distance as we slowly ploughed through the dark blue ocean on an amphibious vehicle transporting a full load of sheep. Soon I could make out the white sand and turquoise water, which gave way to the desert-like landscape. Ryan and I looked at each other and grinned again in disbelief.
Only a week before, we had been heading back home to NSW after an aborted surf trip down south. We’d been on the road for nearly a month and the ocean had turned miserable. With no end in sight, we decided to pull the pin. But we’d hardly driven a hundred kilometres when the plan changed again.
A friend of ours had recently shared some intel about a wave off a small, private island in the Southern Ocean. It was said to be
