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...
I’ve seen your type before. You, with your thousand-yard Slack stare, your third triple-shot Americano, and that nervous twitch every time someone says “let’s circle back.” You who can merge a PDF in under two seconds but haven’t merged your soul with joy since pre-pandemic Happy...
Once upon a time in the lineup, a sacred pecking order reigned. Surf localism was law, and that law was enforced by dudes with sun-leathered faces, neck tats, and a stare that could curdle coconut water. Paddle into their peak without the proper passport (read:...
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 thing about surf camp life is… clocks don’t really run the show — tide charts do. Schedules are as flexible and interchangeable as a seasoned yogi in pigeon pose. One day we’re off to the beach at 6:00 AM sharp, the next it’s 10:00...