There’s something about the night.
It’s romantic in every sense of the word. It’s the antithesis to fire. Darkness blankets the streets and makes every movement that much more curious. The night brings lovers together. But it’s apparently not so good for surfing. Part of that stems from the fact that you can’t see the unpredictable walls of moving energy coming towards you and that’s really dangerous. The other part stems from you being a gigantic pussy.
Here’s Mitch Coleborn, combining the romance of the night with the thrill of surfing — at Teahupo’o nonetheless.
So what are you doing tonight?