A few weeks ago, I found myself bobbing around in an obscenely packed line up at Europe's most iconic left hand point break, Mundaka. Tensions were high and waves rarely went unmolested by the ravenous pack of paddlers, all eagerly watching for each other to pull back or fall. Among the tightly packed crowd sat Rob Machado, gazing listlessly at the splashy furore that surrounded him.
He looked sad, and it reminded me of the first time I watched his film, the Drifter. For those who haven't seen it, the first half consists of Rob turning up to some of Indo's most famous breaks and bemoaning all that they had become via a voice over. In the end, only solitude (and taking photos of impoverished local children) seemed to cheer him up.