Playa Grande and it's view, right out of a Wade Koniakowski painting.
into a flow of the place the nightly walk to Voy Voy, a local bar,
became the thing to do. The motley crew of people in our group came from far and near. Me being
the nearest while others came from Belgium, Germany, the UK, Canada, Finland, Norway and California.
The stories from all these people kept everyone entertained with African adventures, Indian Ocean
surf odysseys, South American motorcycle meltdowns, American drug runs to global surf treks.
Before I did this trip I found a picture of a wave somewhere nearby Playa Grande and I was eager
to surf it, hopefully. Seeing I wasn't renting a car for my stay I was going with the flow. The
day came when Antonio announced he'd drive our group to what
was to be one of the most beautiful locations I've ever seen in the Caribbean. I was stoked as the swell was good sized and at a good period. James Carden, from the Isle of Jersey, became my surf bud on this trip. James, a lifelong surfer, local surf contest organizer back on the Isle of Jersey and global surf tripper was keen to revisit the waves at Playa Grande. The week before he told me him and another group drove out to find the waves blown out. Then on the way back sitting in the back of the surf truck were pelted with rain for one hour. When we arrived this time to Playa Grande the waves had some wind but nothing of concern and the skies where void of rain producing clouds. We surfed our brains out. My first wave was a double overhead, a bit more sloppy, >
What makes a good surf trip? Finding euphoria or something like it in the Dominican Republic