It’s not always screaming hollow at Pomene – often it’s just windy old walls just like Supers, mellow and fun, but warm and clean water. This day Chad Leavitt was out there on a 6’4″ fish and flying. South swells like the ones that fire up Jbay and the like, also make it up to Inhambane Province, where many, many un-named sandbanks await. Crowds are so not a problem, everywhere, except the named spots like Tofinho, where every geek seems to end up struggling for a taste of what the dorky print magazines have been centre-spreading all over the planet.
See you nowhere!