Poached these off of the 'net. Every fun ticket comes with a price tag and eventually it gets punched. This is Teahupoo, don't kid yourself, you wouldn't even get out of the boat. Me? I'd be scared shitless just sitting in the channel. That's not a wave, it's a predator- and you're the hunted. Whole other league over there. Huge respect to those guys.
Photo: Nuts. Actually, a friend who was just over there told me that local guys are regularly paddle surfing, pulling in and making it at Chopes. He also told me that it's so ridiculously shallow that it's an actual, "life and death" scenario out there which puts a huge damper on the, "let's just paddle out and snag some fun ones" idea.
Photo: Sometimes you hit the reef. Check this photo, have a look at the expressions. That's NOT the look you want to see on your buddy's face when you ask him if he thinks it might need a couple of stitches. Meanwhile, Poto's as worked up about it as a librarian hopped up on Nyquil...
Photo: ... which is all the more insane once you realize that his back's been laid open like a platter of sashimi (is it me, or did a piece of spam mosubi sneak in there?). Gnarly.
Photo: Pick your jaw up off the keyboard...
Photo: That wave is just wrong.
Photo: This one's for the Seal Beach boys... can you find Tucker?