So we're back, deeper than ever in the land of socialized medicine and decriminalised drug use. Portugal.
While America and Australia sleeps, China and Russia tune in to pro surfing!
Hossegor wraps in fine, six-foot velvet…
The superbly in-form Kolohe Andino loses to Pat Gudauskas on obscure techniciality; Seb Zietz surfs out of his skin to beat Griff C and more from Hossegor!
And Hermes quivers with rage!
Metaphysical questions plague the gorgeous French beachbreak!
A trip to Indonesian playground reveals startling truth, "the new line-up politics of adult learners and aggressive Europeans!"
For the third time in a pool event, Gabriel Medina leaves other competitors (exception: Filipe Toledo) like caught fish, gasping for air!
If you are going to broadcast to the world and call it sport then you need at least the illusion of fairness and transparency.
The elevation in performance showed the brutal truth that pro surfing cannot sustain a 34 man Tour. There is much dead wood to be culled.
Vivid impressions of day one, Surf Ranch Pro…
But without surfing, you'd be an embittered eunuch…
Relax and catch sets. Sit deep, carve hard. Let it swing.
Your writer gripped from start to finish on final's day!
Brazilians Medina, Toledo and Ferreira storm to finals in teeny waves at Teahupoo…
For the world's best a nightmare of sitting with dreams evaporating into long lulls without meaning and or end.