THE CALL OF THE WILD
THE ARRIVAL
After 30 hours of travel, I finally arrived in Cape Town. As we drove away from the airport leaving the densely populated town behind, we approached what appeared to be a great white cloud or a storm cell. As we got closer, I had to rub my eyes to realize that just ahead were the steep cliffs of a ‘deep south’ mountain face, a sandstone wonder…
I checked into the homestead where I would be based for the next few days. Still buzzing from the travel, excitement of meeting the team and seeing Cape Town in the daylight, it left me pretty restless until about 3am – where I found myself watching the surf in the moonlight that was reflecting off the ocean, and “mind-surfing” with the help of the sounds from the crashing waves. I also allowed myself to reflect back on the events that got me here… Surfing in Bali a few months back and being invited by my friend and host Clinton Filen to join the Airush/AK Durable Supply Co team in Cape Town. Filled with gratitude for my good fortune, I finally fell asleep, practically as dawn was breaking.
THE TRIP BEGINS
As morning broke, I could finally see my surroundings. I was situated at the foot of the sandstone mountain, only a stone’s throw from the ocean and across from a surf spot known locally
