Hagen Engler
3 minute read
2 Apr 2020
5:10 pm

Oh, the things we’ll do when all of this is over…

Hagen Engler

When the possibilities once more become possible, let me tell you, experience is out there waiting, with just one more road trip into the great and bounteous unknown.

A surfer rides a wave as the sun sets on the horizon ahead of the Volcom Pipe Pro at Backdoor Pipeline on the north shore of Oahu in Hawaii on January 28, 2020. (Photo by Brian Bielmann / AFP)

We were young and irresponsible, so of course we went. Garve drove, because we was sober. I immediately passed out, swearing all the while that I was going to take over as soon as he got tired. As it turned out, I woke up on the beach at Wacky Point. Wacky is a right-hand point break, which is to say, a surf spot. It is precisely 256km from where our journey started, in the erstwhile Grahamstown. We had apparently picked up our surfboards on the way out of town, and we could therefore just about manage a hungover surf in...