EDITOR’S NOTE
Coronavirus. Economic depression. Loadshedding. Record unemployment. Unfathomable political corruption. A weak Rand. Rising petrol and food prices. Crumbling State Owned Enterprises. But here’s the circuit breaker: you can still go surfing. Nothing will ever get in the way of that. Planes can fall from the sky, markets can crash and politicians will likely run off with pockets full of cash, but none of it will matter. Because when your hands leave the rails, you leave it all behind in a violent, furious and beautiful crash of salt water, sand, coral, fibreglass, wax and neoprene, speeding across walls and through tubes to howls of approval. It’s all dust next to surfing. They can’t reach you out there. It’s forbidden. Your personal quarantine zone. When you strip it all down, it’s the simplicity…