The insatiable desire for exploration has been engrained into my psyche. Do all humans have this intrinsic programming? Or has growing up with a world map for a rug had something to do with it? My inner navigational faculty is mapped by the location of waves. I didn’t just see countries as I stared at my rug; I saw a list of waves I wanted to surf before I die. And not just surf them but experience those waves doing what they’re famous for.
The list was expansive: Pipeline, Teahupo’o, Deserts, Super Suck, Greenbush, Macaronis, Skeleton Bay, Thurso East, Riley’s, Mullaghmore, Mundaka, Maldives, Raglan … it went on.
In retrospect, did staring at my carpeted world map, every day for years on end and imagining what it’d be like to…