No water, no electricity and definately no mobile phone reception.
The perfect ingredients for a detox from everyday life. It was so good to be surrounded by nothing, nothing to distract us from what we love, surfing. Fortunately for us, nowhere is home to some world class reefs. We didn't get any massive swells, but we couldn't complain with what we recieved. A wave with no name gave us our greatest pleasure, 3-4ft lefts running for longer than our legs could handle with hardly anyone out. It is little wonder why the "locals" kicked up such a fuss when Rip Curl announced they wanted to run their Search World Tour Event here. When I am at home all I do is go right, so I was relishing the opportunity to get my shit sorted on my backhand. JB was flaring on his forehand, B-Rad was hitting way too many lips for a man of his vintage and Delroy was making up for not coming to nowhere last year.
Long days in the ocean, cold beers in the afternoon, a few hands of cards and an early bedtime quickly became our daily routine. We were in paradise, surfing in crystal clear water over perfectly groomed coral reefs with noone around to hassle us.
With the swell direction getting a little too south, and forecasts showing potential rain, we made a tough decision to bail from nowhere early.
I cant wait to go back to nowhere next year.
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