We busted out of the Bondi bubble today and rolled down to Maroubra. Feels like a whole new postcode — different sandbanks, different swell window, different crew. Less matcha, fewer run clubs, and not a fitness influencer in sight. Just surf.
The middle peak was a little abrupt/unpredictable, but every now and then a tidy little rippable runner snuck through. A clean westerly puff groomed the surface, while a fading south swell still managed to throw up the odd 2–3 footer. Plenty of high-performance shredding — the talent pool down the ’Bra always runs deep.
As I bang away on the keyboard, the sun is holding strong. Forecast is clear for the rest of today, and actually for the whole week. Yes, you read right — no rain this week. I repeat, no rain this week.
Let’s party.
:: uge
