by Magicseaweed on Words by Justis St John.
Sitting in Florida during the hottest, flattest Atlantic winter I’ve ever seen and watching the North Pacific start to go off its El Nino head, insanity was mounting.
I met Jonathan Gubbins over the last year. We kept running into each other at different corners of the Earth, whether it was Teahupoo, Desert Point or some random spot in the middle of nowhere, one thing was always in common, a barreling left-hander. So when he called and said it might be worth a trip down to his home in South America, it didn’t take much convincing to jump on board.
© 2016 – Javier Larrea
Still wet from his session at maxed out Mavs, Pato Teixeira jumped straight on a plane to join Jonathan the night before the swell hit.
Jonathan grew up in Lima and knows the Land of the Lefts better than most. With a solid NW swell already blasting through Jaws, then Mavs, he was looking to take advantage of the size of the storm and scout out some breaks he’d never surfed before. Still wet from his session at maxed out Mavs, Pato Teixeira jumped straight on a plane to join Jonathan the night before the swell hit. Below is what conspired over the next 24 hours and the wave I’ve been drawing since my grommet years flashed its face before vanishing the next day.
This is just like those school book drawings was the one thought that kept popping into my head during my time in South America.