Anderson's book - fresh, ingenuous and honest - will inspire the urge to
explore in every surfer. -- Huck magazine
A strange thing for surfing books -- it's actually a good read... whet my appetite for both surfing and travelling! -- Wavelength
Best book I ever read -- Shawn 'Barney' Barron, Pro Surfer
Both adventurous and exciting... makes you dream about going on the ultimate surf safari -- Kate Dendle, surfer, GB Women's Team
One is left admiring Andersons drive, the vibrancy and honesty of his book and the simple fact of its existence. -- Alex Wade, Surf Nation, The Times
Part-odyssey, part-memoir, part-travelogue... as much an insight into the drifter and dreamer's mentality as it is a surfer's guide. -- Sunday Express
Surfer Tom rides the wave of literary success. -- Glamorgan Gazette
Tom Anderson explored the planet looking for the elusive perfect wave. -- Wales1000things.com, April 2007
[Anderson] has a great eye for arresting detail and an ever-tuned ear for interesting remarks. An excellent first book. -- Robert Minhinnick, Shortlisted for Welsh book of the Year
captures the real thrill of surf travel -- Simon Tucker, four times British Surfing Champion
From the Author
My first book, Riding the Magic Carpet, begins with Tom Currens famous end-of-Apartheid wave at South Africas Jeffreys Bay. As a youngster I remember seeing this wave on a big screen and knowing immediately that I had to go there. The combination of the circumstances in which the ride took place (simultaneous to Nelson Mandela walking free from prison) and the perfection of the wave itself created an irresistible allure.
Only the most boring of journeys take you directly to your destination, though, and getting there is more than half the fun. In the course of the Magic Carpet journey, the perfect wave is almost sniffed out in some pretty obscure places like the freezing Orkney Islands for one (where there really is a town called Twatt, I promise you).
But it is experiences beyond wave-riding that give the surf trip its character. Some are bad, some good, but all remain a crucial part of the ride. Among others, Riding the Magic Carpet sees me running away while in France as a teenager, collecting a well-deserved punch to the face in Spain, grossing out at an Indonesian cockfight, sitting at the mouth of the Panama Canal on a half-stolen drug-dealer boat, getting washed bareback over live coral and losing hundreds of hours in transit all in the name of a surf.
Was it worth it? Can one wave really merit a lifetime of looking?
Of course it can.