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"Guam, I wonder if there's waves here?" That's what I thought to myself as my plane toched down on this tiny island midway between Hawaii and Indonesia. I was enroute to Bali for a few days of surf and then heading over to The Mentawai Islands for a nine day boat trip. It was somewhat of an unscheduled stop for me because I didn't look at the ticket before leaving San Francisco. I had 24 hours til my next flight and no where to go. I got a cheap hotel a few minutes from the airport. Everyone looked at me like I was a wierdo because I was carrying my surfboards. People kept telling me "There's no surf on Guam".
I awoke early the next morning and wondered what I would do until my flight departed that evening. After an early morning (jet-lag) stroll down the beach I noticed a pick-up truck with a surfboard hanging out the back. The owner of the truck was repremanding one of his crew members about something. I meandered around a bit in the hopes to strike up conversation. So I said, "what the heck", and I approached the guy with the truck and surfboard.
After about fifteen minutes of conversation about his homeland, California, the stoke began to set in. He offered to show me some spots in town. After checking the local spots he decided the better waves were out of town. I asked Mr X if he wanted to check it out. He said he had to work. After about a nano second he changed his tune and decided to take me on a trip around Guam. He stopped off at his house to pick up his photo album of surf in Guam. The pictures were amazing! It was like looking at Hawaii, only no crowds. He gave me a few shots to keep which I have posted here on this page.
He took me to this spot that was an inlet for boats. The area reminded me of Oahu's East side. There was a left on one side and a right on the other. We decided to surf the right. Ite was about 2-3' and perfect. Mr. X warned me repeatedly on the ride over about the shallow reefs of Guam, but it still didn not prepare me for what I experienced. As a travelling surfer for fiften years, I've seen some scary reef breaks, but this one takes the cake. The wave sucked out onto almost dry reef. Luckily the waves were perfect and fun. After a few waves I eased into the break. Then, as I was bottom turning on a set wave my fins struck the reef. I freaked! My skeg had punched through the bottom of the board, but not too bad. We surfed for another hour or so and headed back to town. Like most well travelled surfers, Mr. X had some good stories, mainly of the Philipines, where he met his wife.
After a good meal and a few cold beers I was on my way to Bali. Maybe one day I'll get back to Guam. I'll just bring a big first aid kit and extra boards.
P.S. The locals don't want you there!
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