If you had looked at a swell chart of the Atlantic Ocean three days ago, you would have known something wild was about to happen -- even if you had no idea what you were looking at.
Way up in that cold Northern Atlantic, a ferocious blob of colors swirled towards Europe. It was a deep, dark and scary creature of a swell, the kind that only a hellman would find attractive.
Given the unique angle of the swell, most crews chose not to put all of their eggs in the Nazare basket. Instead, waves like Belharra in France proved to be the best call. That’s where Jamie and Shane went, as well as some of the best and most psychotic surfers in all of Europe.