On the set of Deus’s I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night, Harry Roach and Thai Buddha discover that just as classic surf lore is immortal, time still stands still in the mystic eye of Nias.
by Harrison Roach
Lagundri Bay, it casts a powerful spell. Full of mystique, it’s that perfect right-hander with palm trees in the background. A mellow almond eye that turns into a grinding cave, as soon it’s six feet. Travelling to and surfing Lagundri Bay has always been the dream. Whether it’s the VHS memories of Jack Mccoy’s “Storm Riders”, or the more recent exploits of J.O.B and Makua Rothman, the wave has beckoned me like no other. As a regular footer, it is the kind of wave that could produce the wave of a lifetime. I have no idea why it took me so long, but what finally set my belated voyage in motion was a story I read by Kevin Lovett in The Surfer’s Journal.
“I had picked off a smaller one on the inside, and was paddling back out, when I saw John drop into a 6-7’ wall that just stood up and pitched straight over him. Not a drop of water out of place. The moment crystallised. I was spellbound. As he cruised by, I stared in amazement at the ecstatic look on his face; water droplets hanging in his beard, totally immersed in the experience.”