Sixteen minutes of pure Eric Geiselman. It’s like listening to Jimi on vinyl or watching porn in 1080p. Every stroke of greatness and every impurity all sewn together in a harmonic visual treat. Here, EG looks to have unloaded his hard drive and set it to a few jams – simple as that. A little South America here, a little Hawaii there, oh, and some California scattered in between. No lights, no glitter, no breathtaking cinematography. Just some good old fashion surfing, cause that’s what it’s all about right?