Or is it?
The sun has just poked its head into Cairo’s hazy sky and my eyes are burning red. 20-odd hour flights are hell on the eyes, skin, etc. but it’s what we suffer, no? The best surf is always a 20-odd hour flight away unless you happen to live in Australia and then it is very close but America and Europe are far.
There is no real winning, only 20-odd hour flights at every turn.
I’ve got a job to do here, anyhow, and have to get out amongst it but before I do can we talk about surf shaming? I stopped by the Surfrider Foundation on my way to the airport yesterday to chat with David Lee Scales about all manner of thing but also about the World Surf League President of Content, Media and WSL Studios-elect Mr. Erik “Elo” Logan.
He is going to get on a 20-odd hour flight soon, for Fiji, and he is very excited but do you what? It seemed there, on his Instagram feed, that he felt surfing’s collective sigh and dropped the paddle.
Can you believe? Can you even believe? Is there someone installed, or almost installed, in Santa Monica’s High Castle who listens to our pleas?
Just think of the power! Think of all we can accomplish by employing the tool of shame!
I just went back to his Instagram feed and see that he has picked up the paddle once again and is running down the line of the World Surf League’s other favorite. A walled closeout.
Damn it. We were close but maybe there is a crack?
You can listen about surf shaming, Joe Rogan, wedding rings and…. jet-lag is really clouding my memory but it is for certain our best one yet.