It’s May in the Western Cape-the horizon starts to fade to deep shades of charcoal. Sandals are replaced with comfy Ugg boots and the post-surf beer is exchanged for a warming cup of hot chocolate. It’s time to head northwards-direction equator where the sun rays have not yet given way to winter’s icy harshness.
A short plane ride away and we find ourselves weaving our way through the maze of sugar cane plantations. A green mamba writhes its way across our path. Before I can even reach for the camera it has climbed to the top of an avocado tree. A cow lazily lifts its head as our rental car kicks up dust in its face. The road deteriorates to knee deep sandy soil that our cheapo rental manages to negotiate effortlessly. In front of us Neptune serves up a tasty appetizer of a 3-4ft reeling right hand point break.
We dust off our 3:2 mm wetsuits, replace the wax on our boards and scurry down through the dense vegetation, across the railroad tracks over a makeshift football field and onto the sand. The rock jump looks sketchy. We hope there’ll be a local to show us the way. But alas, there is no one else around. One set, two set, three…paddle, paddle, paddle, scratch over the 4th set to the backline. I feel my hair-it’s dry.
Warm water. Bath water. Long, rippable, clean walls. Just the two of us. The land breeze bringing with it the sweet treacle-like smell of burning sugar cane. Like clockwork, the mid-morning onshore sets in, signaling the end of the day’s session. My arms are thankful.
The days that follow we awake with the sunrise. The swell continues to roll in from the South. We surf until we’re tired. Not because we’re freezing. What a treat for a Cape Town born surfer.
Six days later I’m donning my 4:3mm steamer and scraping off that warm water wax. 30 guys out in the line up-I go for a paddle anyway. No dodgy rock jump or bait bins. Perfect, icy, sand bottomed straight-handers. An hour later and the ‘claw’ sets in. Time to get out. I slip into those cosy, Ugg boots and warm up with hot chocolate. I feel refreshed and alive from the inside-the feeling only a cold water surf can give you. As the sun dips into the horizon, the sky ignites into brushstrokes of luminescent orange and pink. Lion’s Head winks at me as if to welcome me home.
SURF LESSONS - GROUP & PRIVATE
In the need for some Vitamin D, a healthy dose of Vitamin Sea after being locked down for so long? Bring your Lockdown Lover, your sister, your brother, your Houseparty Mates or your Zoom Date and experience the 'stoke' of surfing with us.
A 1.5 hour lesson includes the use of all equipment and instruction from a qualified surf coach. Our surf school is mobile getting you to the beach with the best conditions on the day. Typically, during winter we operate at Muizenberg and during summer we operate in Big Bay. If you form your own private group of family and friends (recommended at this time), you may let us know your beach preference at the time of booking. For our regular group lessons, we will join you up with others we have surfing that day (we require a minimum of 4 persons to operate a group lesson). Once beaches are open and we are able to operate again, lessons will take place with a strict COVID-19 safety plan in place to ensure the safety of participants and staff.
- 1.5 hours of coaching from an SSA qualified surf coach with current First Aid and CPR certification
- use of a clean, sanitized wetsuit
- use of a sanitized surfboard and leash
- 100% guaranteed 'STOKE'
GROUP LESSONS R350pp
For this option, we will group you with others we have booked-min of 4 pax required to run a group lesson
Form your own group of family and friends and share the STOKE with those closest to you.
2 Person Private: R450pp
3 Person Private: R400pp
4 Person Private: R350pp
5 Person Private: R300pp