Sunday morning 5am, a cold breeze is blowing the mist across the water, a dozen or so surfers are staring at the swell brewing at the southern end of Kommetjie Beach. Surfs-up one would yell, and as one they would enter the water, paddling the 200 meter stretch to where an eight foot monster wave is testing Cape Town's best surfers.
Before I moved to New Zealand, I often joined the surfers for their Sunday surf. Sticking out like a sore thumb with my boogie board, I resisted the temptation to take on the real big ones, and now I sort of regret that I did.
So with my midlife crisis in full swing, I decided to take up surfing again. This included a new wardrobe and a visit to my local surf shop. A surf shop where I got all the information I needed about getting the right board, what strapping I'll need, wax and fins. The wetsuit fitting was fun and games and my son loved the skateboard display. Fortunately he is too young to get his own.
The bottom line was a bit steep for my liking, so for now I'm sticking to old man golf, but if my budget ever allows and I do get the bug again, then this is where I'll buy my gear. read more