Photos: Andrew Shield
From the pages of Surfing Life #301...
New Zealand. Aotearoa. The land of the long white cloud. The breeding ground for Australia's scaffolders and security guards. Whatever you want to call it, there's no denying that our nearest-colder neighbour conjures images of nothing overly exciting, of overachieving sports teams and impudent inhabitants. There is, on paper, no love lost between our two countries.
What we wanted to do was take a crack crew of goofy-footers and head up north from Auckland, into the rural "subropical" penisula in search of a famed lefthand point that rivals the overhyped and underperforming Raglan. The team consisted of Luke Hynd, Eli Steeles and Shaun Cansdell. The trip was planned on a whim. We were going to fly in, grab a car and drive up. Google maps said the drive would take about four hours, and we wanted to get to the fabled point the night that we landed, as the next day was slated to be all different kinds of pumping.
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