Cape Town is a beautiful city. It has amazing beaches, beautiful people, a great climate, an awesome night life, and quite often, great waves. Often working best in winter, the Cape also gets the odd big swell in summer. With hundreds of well known breaks, and even more hardcore secret spots for the likes of the Elsworths, the Cape is a real surfing treasure.
But this story isn't about any of those crazy secret spots, or any of those crazy Elsworths cats. This story is about Ben and I, and our little outing to a well known spot called Llundadno. It was a beaut of a day, and we heard the swell was cooking. One of my Noordehoek mates said Llundadno wouldn't be able to handle it, but as stubborn as we are, we decided to persevere and head down that way anyway. We were not disappointed, and as we crested over into the bay, we saw it. It was big, and it was full of foam from the size.
It looked delicious....
As we got closer it just got bigger and bigger, and the distance the guys were sitting out from the shore was a clear indication it was doing something right. The thing about Llundadno is, on days like this, it is not as much the size that is the scary part, due to it never getting THAT big there, but more how heavy it breaks. Like a pair of slamming jaws, with a super steep face, it defiantly can be some what intimidating if you are feeling a little uneasy about things.
We got down on the beach, gear on and ready to go, and this is where I realized Benji may be feeling a little anxious about things... But hey, the boytjie he is, he sucked it up and we hit it. Timing a lil paddle out between sets, soon I was sitting at the back with the other okes...but, no Benji.. Soon a set came.. and still no Benji.. Oh dear... Not getting out in time, Ben was now getting worked like baba's bitch on that first night of love.. After 20 minutes of getting smashed, Benji headed to shore resigned to this being a little crazy.. but no, this wasn't going to do. Giving him 15min to get his breath back, I went fetch the lil bugger, and after much convincing and reassurance, he gave it another go, and soon was at the back...
The funny thing is, Ben was PAST the back.. Ben was about 20metres past the last surfer there, staring out into the ocean, with eyes wide open.. No blinking, and barely a word said, Ben was focusing..Not for a wave to catch, no no.. He was waiting for that one big one that broke a little further out than the rest, just to make sure he didn't get smashed again.. Hahahaha.. I have no idea how Ben got back to shore that day, refusing to catch a wave, and I think literally changing the color of the inside of his wetsuit...But he did it.. He went out and experienced Llundadno when it was big.. Big, heavy and gnarly...
It's been a day we joke about every time we’ve gone surfing since, and it's always a laugh, but boytjie, good on you... That shit was hectic, and you did it!!
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