It’s the seedy, infamous suburb in south Durban where he grew up. The word, Bluff, is stamped on his right forearm. ![]() ![]() He takes off his shirt to cool off, and reveals a canvas etched with a wild old story. The smell of sunscreen and cheap weed floats on the breeze. The beachfront is buzzing with hustlers, buskers and bikers. Two decades later Ricky Basnett is sitting under a palm tree on a sticky hot Saturday in Durban town. ![]() The kid is holding a dagger – pointing it at his own heart, ready to plunge it in… Tears are rolling down his face, his heart is pounding so hard and aching so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst out of his chest. This is the story of seminal Durban surfer, Ricky Basnett, who has struggled with many demons to finally find a place in a world he never really fitted into…
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