Ebay on fire!

Ebay on fire!

Arriving in Cape Town gave a stern reminder of the harshness of winter in the Cape. But with the crazy north westerly comes not only freezing cold wind and rain, nope, the swell comes too making the whole episode worth the endurance and rubber required to surf these Cape waters.

It was five minutes into my reunion with Khimal Omardien in Hout Bay that he let lose his war cry… “Let’s go to Ebay!”. In another five minutes the car was reversed out for packing, which took a lot longer than the next five minutes. But soon we were blazing northwards perpetuating the endless chase for waves that we have found ourselves on.

Soon we were through the towns and on that last beautiful stretch of the journey. It’s about here where my stomach turns as my soul realises what’s guaranteed around the headland. Ebay is one of the very few waves where a guarantee is kinda possible. As long as there is swell and a southerly it’s on.

The swell was decidedly from the west and a bit to big for the little sister of Jbay. But the next morning was all time as a small band of waterproof soldiers took it on. Glassy and slightly smaller, the waves move onto the high tide ledge and started screaming. It was barrelling on the right ones and everybody got waves in the calm and pleasant line up.

It was really good catching up with old surfing mate Ian and his girl Linda on the beach. We were invited to stay and enjoyed the West coast hospitality at its finest. Eating under the stars and around a fire with good mates is what its all about.