IN THESE HANDS
In the early 80's a cheeky little grommet appeared in one of the biggest surfing movies of all time starring alongside his hero and two times World Champion Tom Carroll, his name was Danny Wills and his quote from the movie, "grommets are the future, the future of surfing," became the catch phrase for all pubescent cheeky groms worldwide. Somewhere along the line grom bashing was replaced with offering them blank cheques to scribble their million dollar contracts on, and before long they had taken surfing to heights that had before seemed impossible. These days along with big sponsorship dollars and spending more time above the wave than on it, the groms have the world at their feet and have turned surfing into a full blown professional sport where specific training, nutrition and psychology are necessary tools to find that added edge to gain success. The New Zealand winter can be harsh and unforgiving for surf training, so what do you do? You pack ya bags and take several candidates of the future of NZ Surfing to the most consistent waves on the planet, Indonesia! The biggest issue with working on surf technique is the forever changing platform we perform on, the waves! So by basing ourselves at Bali's Canggu, it offered up several different types of waves which continually peeled through with exact form wave after wave. Then The Art Of Surfings coach Matt Scorringe could begin to work on the techniques and form of our next crop of surfers, after all, the future of our sport here in NZ is 'In These Hands'. Jules Craft is one of those that will lead our surfing into the future, but for now he will lead you through his wordsmith on his take on the Balinese training camp.
I’m going to be honest the last few weeks since Bali have been a wee bit detrimental to my memory, you see, at university when someone leaves for a week or two, we don’t play “bro you missed out” we play “bro you missed out… you better catch up.” It doesn’t help that my Bali escape occurred during Reo-week the second loosest week of the year, and as a result I’m currently swimming upstream through a murky creek towards the place in my mind where memories are kept. Not to worry dear reader I’m sure I can still dazzle you with my wit, intellect, and loveable- rouge like charm. With any good roller coaster the rider remembers it for the stomach drops and screams, the parts that blew your eyes and mind wide open. The rider does not however remember the sequential order of the twists and turns. I view my trip to Bali much like the raddest roller coaster at the AMP show (which is definitely the dragon wagon). When I recount the trip I want to show the reader the highlights, the
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