Brodie: our correspondent in the field, a man well-equipped with sails to utilize any gust that comes his way, a slippery critter. He is a hard one to track, and that is the way he likes it. For this book, Brodie finds himself in the remote world of Western OZ (north of Perth, and then some). The man was set up in a tent, serving ceviche, and scoring perfect, uncrowded waves. Along the way, Brodie met some cherished characters and took a bunch of photos, as he is one to do. Here is Hooroo.