The forecast for the next few days didn't promise much for the main spot Matchu wanted to ride, so we explored other options and came across a long right hander. Breaking on a sand bank that was still catching enough swell, the place itself was wild and empty. The turquoise water was so stunning that for moments we thought we'd landed in the Caribbean instead of the edge of a desert. The wave wasn't perfect, but it offered the chance for some fun rides and occasional turns.
The wave we had made the trip for remained in the back of our minds. Breaking in open sea, miles away from the land, we talked to some fisherman who were confused why we would want to go there, especially in conditions that were more suitable for staying on land. Half awake, feeling the Saharan desert's early morning chill, as we approached the location it felt more like a naval navigation hazard than a surf spot.