If I were to depict my dream surf trip, it would look pretty damn similar to this. Not because the waves they get are perfect, or because it looks easy, and definitely not because it seems cheap. More because the adventure detailed in Absent Without Leave feels real — it’s not merely fabricated for film.
Chasing waves on New Zealand’s southern coastlines is anything but comfortable. There’s no accommodation near almost any of the waves, rogue storm fronts will blast through your campsite without warning, and many of the fickle set-ups are prone to swiftly shifting sand and incorrect swell directions.
Plus, who doesn’t wanna drink beers and ride dirt-bikes on the beach?