Feat. sandwiches, sunscreen, rash guards and...... guess who else?
Magazine writers from the majors and mid-majors (Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair, etc.) generally attend surf schools at least every other year around summer time and then publish stories of their learnings. I have never once been surprised by one of these stories until I read Jennifer Kester’s newest offering in this week’s Forbes. Would you like to be surprised too? Let’s read together!
My goal was minimal: Don’t drown. Sure, it was a low bar to set, but during the drive from the new Four Seasons Resort Oahu at Ko Olina on the west coast of the island to meet my surf instructor on the northern part, I envisioned best-case scenarios that included slipping on the board and cracking my head. I didn’t even care if I managed to stand up on the board.
While I’m an adequate swimmer, I had never climbed on a surfboard and wasn’t sure that my first time should be in the same waters that draw professional surfers worldwide to participate in competitions as fierce as the waves.
For added pressure, my instructor was Makua Rothman, the World Surf League’s 2015 Big Wave world champion. He entered his first surf contest when he was three years old, at 18 caught a 66-foot wave to win the Billabong XXL World Challenge and at 23 scooped up the O’Neill World Cup and the World Tow-In title.
His connection to the water and land goes further than his many accomplishments. The 32-year-old was born for this: his full first name is Makuakai, which means “guardian of the sea,” and he’s the 12th great-grandson of King Kamehameha, the ruler who first united all of the Hawaiian Islands into a single kingdom.
It was inevitable that I would embarrass myself in front of one of the sport’s best athletes. Why wasn’t I paired with a kiddie instructor?
What a fabulous turn! Makua Rothman, the 12th great-grandson of King Kamehameha and, more impressively, oldest son of the great Eddie Rothman playing the role of hunky surf stud! Let’s read a little more!
Next, I waited belly down on the board next to Rothman for the right wave. As I relaxed on the board over the undulating waves and chatted, I almost forgot why I was there. Then Rothman suddenly yelled, “Go!”
I scrambled and started paddling, and as I felt the wave lift me up, I clumsily hoisted myself onto the board. Almost slipping, I somehow regained my balance and then firmly planted my feet in the position with my arms outstretched, as Rothman showed me. I rode the gentle wave, and it was exhilarating.
It all happened so fast, I didn’t get a chance to overthink my movements. And after the wave unfurled, I ungracefully crumbled into the water. But I was astounded that I surfed on my first try. In just minutes, it was over. I was done as far as I was concerned.
Then Rothman sidled up beside me on his surfboard and said, “Great job! Next time, you’ll ride the wave all the way to the shore.”
Next time? I was dumbstruck. Didn’t he realize that was just a fluke?
It goes on and is brilliant in that it is completely unexpected. And you should finish it all here all by yourself!
Other thing is, and maybe partial credit for my bitterness this morning lies with Jack Daniels, but this feels like you phoned it in. “Oh, hey! I’m a writer, here is a paragraph and then someone else’s work! Enjoy!.” I know it’s just Beach Grit, but for fuck sakes, you can ctrl+C and then just go surf Cardiff in capri pants?
If Makua is actually related to King Kamehameha, its on his mother’s side.
I did not click through but omg I would so take this job please someone assign me
So she got chocolate haulia, aloha spirit, ohana knowledge and Strong Toe from the experience.
Seems tragic that the best surfers in the world are reduced to teaching chunky chicks how to surf.
okay, i’ll bite: what’s the surprise?
a) that the surf school ticket includes an exclusive tour of chez rothman? the same locale you made sound so foreboding?
or
b) that the writer chose to emphasize makua’s royal hawaiian heritage over that of his philadelphia/long beach/hebraic family tree?
That macking dungeons bomb is quite an anomaly considering the content of this piece. I spent more time looking at it than i did reading the article. Makua=clown show.
you’re telling me laird can’t distinguish jaws from a photo?
Magazine writers from the majors and mid-majors (Vogue,
GQ, Vanity Fair, etc.) generally attend surf schools at least every
other year around summer time and then publish stories of their
learnings.
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You forgot the Inertia in that list
I think you mean BG. Chas and Derek dont really surf.
oh but they do! I’ve done the deed with both your third and fifth favorite surf writers (not simultaneously of course)
eww gross.
How dare you slut-shame, Bleachy.
Audit and Michael sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!