Not a soul in sight during the first morning of surf in the Transkei.
The group weaves through some twisting flora after a surf.
Not content to let the surfers steal all the fun, a giant pod of dolphins share a wave.
There was an endless amount of beauty in the Transkei. Completely untouched headlands met the sea with reef breaks scattered about. Koa Smith, looking and feeling awfully small in the Transkei's vast landscapes.
A hundred miles away from the nearest convenience store, this local bar was the place to be. Luke, Koa, Alex, and Frank, observing the festivities before sharing a beer.
Frank Solomon proves to be more than just an excellent guide and host, but a top-notch braai grill-master as well.
Not only a talented big-wave rider, Frank Solomon holds his own in the smaller surf as well, shown by his poise inside this barrel.
Luke Davis shows some local children their pictures on his phone. For some kids, these images were the first they had ever seen of themselves.
A morning that was uncharacteristically cold and windy included one of the only airs attempted on the entire trip. Luke Davis, boosting on a dreary morning.
Talk about shells - the Transkei has them. They were of many shapes and sizes, and virtually all of them were intact.
A barreling tree branch captures a barreled Koa Smith.
Alex Smith has a good laugh upon opening a book at a backpackers' hostel during one of the first nights of the trip.
Alex Smith and a drawn-out snap, composing a balance of speed and power.
Luke, setting a standard with his choice wave selection.
A gorgeous sunrise, with clouds that dwarf the surfers on a walk to the shore.