THE VIZAG SURF CLUB.
When I first thought of riding waves in India I imagined not a soul in sight and warm sloppy waves rolling in from the Indian Ocean. Within 3 days of hitting the coast we’ve linked up with the Vizag surf club, a group of 7 dedicated shredders who froth on riding waves. From the 10 year old grommet nicknamed “Rat” to 50 year old mall riders and a few stoked 20 somethings in between this tight knit crew encompassed everything that we love about surfing.
From meeting at the crack of dawn for an early session to riding waves into the sunset it seems that Vizag just doesn’t have enough sunlight to feed the guys addiction. Taking a lunch break to eat some Dahl & Rice inside the surf shack we set out eyes on what looked like a prehistoric surfboard complete with uneven square rails, no rocker and the dodgiest glass job you ever seen. Weighing in at 20kg I lugged the “board” down for the arvo sesh. Jonno had managed to find a 4’10 red & yellow finless board to join in the fun as we slid out and nose dived our way to the shore.
It’s been a bummer to farewell new friends along this journey and the Vizag Surf Club was no exception. These legends welcomed us in, shared their waves and reminded us of sliding back home with our buds… except there were only 9 of us in the water.
The swell times continue as we take a 20 hour drive down the coast tomorrow. Stay Tuned.