Welcome to Uluwatu, Bali’s crown jewel of surfing, where cliffs drop like mic drops, barrels roar like jet engines, and even the most sunburnt beginner can find their wave. If surfing were religion, Uluwatu would be the temple (literally...

It’s 5:00 AM at Wave House. The world is still half-asleep, roosters are only warming up their vocal cords, and somewhere in Canggu, a kettle is silently judging you for not making a Bali kopi yet. But we? We’re already up, boards waxed, eyes bleary...

Let’s just get this out of the way: surfing is a cult. A wet, sandy, sun-kissed, saltwater cult that smells like reef-safe sunscreen and existential freedom. Once you catch your first wave, it’s over. You’re done. That’s it. Congratulations, you’ve entered the point of no...

(Because even the coolest coconuts need to roll once in a while) Let’s be real: Canggu is the peanut butter to your banana, smooth, addictive, and a little crunchy with tattooed travelers and world-class waves. But every now and then, it’s good to escape the echo...

There’s something magical about the ocean. It calls out not just to surfers, but to souls yearning for connection, challenge, and a sprinkle of salty mischief. And if you’ve ever found yourself paddling out alongside strangers, sharing wide grins over wipeouts, or exchanging “stoke” at...

The ocean is our grand ballroom, and the waves are the rhythm we all aspire to groove to. But as modern-day surfing transforms into a billion-dollar industry, our once-spacious dance floor has become a tightly packed mosh pit of eager riders, all vying for the...

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