Tracks - - Surf City Views -

No place on earth is quite like it. The air is thick with the scent of wax and resin, the easy surf ban­ter has an un­der­cur­rent of surf-elitism and so many of the wideeyed lo­cals look as if they have been hyp­no­tised by star­ing too long at spin­ning tubes. It spawns sur ng cham­pi­ons and in­spires crafts­men to build the best wave­tools on the planet; at the same time mak­ing way for oth­ers to ex­ploit the lim­it­less fun. Once a year the Gold Coast is also the hal­lowed venue upon which the world’s best surfers de­scend with their minds full of ‘hol­low’ ex­pec­ta­tions and com­pet­i­tive as­pi­ra­tions. They be­come the cen­tral per­form­ers in a fes­ti­val, which on a daily ba­sis spans the hon­est sur ng in­ten­tions of day­break to the de­bauch­er­ous me­an­der­ings of af­ter-mid­night.

The four fol­low­ing fea­tures at­tempt to give an in­sight into the am­bi­tion, he­donism, op­por­tunism, wave-in­duced ec­stasy and oc­ca­sional banality that are part of the world’s ul­ti­mate surf city.

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