Urban Surfers

The morning session goes down in junky, East-Sydney peaks, an urban battlefield where waves are typically hard won. Today the crowds are thinner than usual as a light onshore ruffles the unruly easterly swell that is a precursor to cyclone Uesi’s quick march south. Courtesy of the heavy rains, the sea is littered with scattered debris that makes the lineup into a minefield of potential misfortune. I watch a friend haul a tree towards shore, lest it be the instrument of his decapitation on the next ride. Despite the floating obstacles and the unfavourable winds, the waves are punchy and rip-able. Unscathed and at least semi-satisfied my friend Luke (yes another Luke) and I cut the session short; well-aware that the Sydney airport run is