Nothing had changed since the last time I was in Jeffrey’s Bay. The wind whipped between the houses, across the white sand beach and sent water spraying off the back of waves. The ocean at Supertubes was somewhat messy and littered with white horses.
That didn’t seem to deter the two surfers who had just ran down the boardwalk and stepped out onto the beach. They surveyed the swell with eager eyes and clutched their short, colourful boards. Jeffrey’s Bay was unchanged, quiet before the festive season and beautiful still. Continued