Written by Brett Burcher
Images by Sam Walklate
Since my first visit to Africa, I have been entirely drawn to the place. Geographically on the same scale to Australian shores but volumes apart, there’s and inescapable element of danger and instability both in and out of the water. As surfers, having the freedom to divide your time between chasing waves and experiencing unforeseeable elements beyond the ocean is what makes foreign surf travel so enjoyable and unique. And more often than not, it’s those hidden truths that uncover the essence of what you truly journeyed for.
Potentially the ramifications of excessive pre adolescent exposure to the Lion King sequels and Toto music, Africa, the land and those who share it, have always fascinated me. Everything they do, they do in rhythm. Their graceful movements are one with the winds that blow through the grasses of the plains. Even the car guards show rhythm as they kindly nominate a vacant spot for you in an otherwise isolated carpark. One wave above all that demands such rhythm is J-Bay. Needing no explanation, she truly is one of the seven wonders of the surfing world and if you didn’t pack your dancing shoes, she will unapologetically tango without you. No feeling surpasses that of high-lining around a section to see an endless wall presenting itself for you to do as you please. The concept of time seems non-existent to Jeffery, and any wandering traveller could easily be forgiven for staying put, only to check their flight itinerary that mysteriously expired yesterday. Like all elements of Africa, there are two faces, and unless you turn your head, you will only see one side.