Perfect waves ain't always easy!
Do you have a dream wave?
I did. It was called Desert Point and it resided on the northwestern tip of Indonesian island Lombok. I dreamed of meeting its tapered walls and spinning tubes with a practiced pig-dog attack. At such a wave, I would finally be able to unleash the potential of my abilities.
Then I went to Indonesia. Completely by accident, the first days of my trip coincided with Indo’s historic 2015 swell. Swell of the decade, swell of the century depending who you asked. I decided it was time to meet my dream wave.
We arrived the morning of the swell and it was roughly twenty-five feet on the face. Giant blue walls peeled down the point for a party of zero. There was not a single surfer in the water, and only ten or twelve in the beachside warung.
I learned that a swell of this size was considered “too big” for Deserts, which, at twenty feet, overloaded the reef and mostly failed to barrel. The infamous Grower section was at least thirty feet and looked like an oversized Pipeline. I searched for seashells with my lady friend.
Later on, the tide started to rise and, miraculously, the waves became somewhat manageable. My friend had just motor-biked three hours from the other side of the island and had no interest in my excuses. We were going out.
Alongside a frothing Aussie, my friend and I were the first ones to enter the water today. It was roughly 1 PM and the waves were still twenty feet. We reached the lineup with dry hair but that would be my only success of the day.
As a backsider, I found Deserts exceptionally difficult to navigate. The waves were bending out to sea, which made it impossible to peer over my shoulder and around the corner. I had no way of knowing when the wave would slow down or speed up, which led to a series of pocket-rides and foamball detonations. I think I made one short barrel throughout the entire affair.
Yan Daberkow, a Brazilian whose name rings zero bells, had a much better experience at my dream wave. See below:
So Yan’s got a couple things going for him. Firstly, when he surfed Deserts it was normal-human sized. Second, he’s a goofy and third a much better surfer than myself. I actually love Yan’s style, the way he rides up on his board and threads the liquid coffers in a rhythmic dancing motion.
His mini-tube at 2:36 impresses me most. To ride that deep in a two-footer is truly an art form.
Why don’t they make rights like this?
His board responds well to back foot ball and toe pressure..I personally have an affinity to good surfers without stickers!
Sick barrel technique. He’s like a brazilian version of Craig Anderson. Someone get him a spono
Is he the love child of Gerry Lopez and Ozzy Wright?
simple solution here seasnail.
any wave I ride is measured with a literal face height at its tallest point, plus a 20% gratuity.
any wave somebody else rides is measured at its mid-point and put through the hawaiian scale for good measure.
hope that clears things up.
If this was me I would be rewinding/pausing all the board-mounted gopro footage to see if I actually did get under the lip, only to find I was down the line pig dogging on the open face. Wearing booties and shorts.
Don’t forget the Bic plastic surfboard
I haven’t surfed deserts, but rifles is the longest right tube i’ve ever surfed. seems to have a similar speed with those big sections. even the inside grows too, well until it hits dry reef. grit has budget for a research trip, right?
you must be new here
Aren’t the rights called, Honolua bay? P-Pass? Cloud 9? Lance’s Right?
Salina Cruz, Boilers, Gold Coast…there’s certainly no shortage of world class right handers out there. I’d even argue that there are numerically more prestigious rights than there are lefts on this planet. However, I’d be hard-pressed to say that any wave is superior to the likes of the aforementioned Desert Point.
Boilers, LOL