Steve Pike

Weekend Argus (Saturday Edition) - - SPORT -

THE full moon shim­mered on the inky black rip­ples that lapped the Dur­ban beach­front.

Be­yond th­ese thin sliv­ers of light and the dif­fused glow from the street lamps lin­ing North Pier, night’s dark cloak stretched into the dis­tance, taut and im­preg­nable.

As I pad­dled out in the rip cur­rent, the py­lons of the pier slid past like pal­lid ghost legs strid­ing to shore. The wa­ter was warm. In the dark­ness, white smears of foam mor­phed from the gloom as waves broke with a breath­less sigh. The waves weren’t very big, maybe 1-2’, but still, surf­ing at night? Was I crazy?

Be­fore this mad­cap de­ci­sion to go surf­ing at 1am in the morn­ing, we had shiv­ered in the car park as the first stir­rings of the south­west­erly buster ruf­fled the palm fronds along the golden mile, now more like the golden two miles af­ter World Cupin­spired ren­o­va­tions ex­tended the beach­front al­most to the Mgeni River.

Some­times it hap­pens on a full moon. You do some­thing crazy and im­pul­sive. It was one of those nights. We all need them from time to time. It forces us to veer from the rou­tine, to do some­thing out of the or­di­nary.

As we stood around, the chilly tug of the wind be­gin­ning to wear down the bravado, I grabbed a long­board with no

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