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...
(Because Poseidon clearly runs on island time). Let’s face it, surf seasons in Bali are basically Mother Nature’s way of reminding us she’s still got better rhythm than Mick Jagger. Whether you’re a frothy newbie that just got bitten by the surf bug, straight off a...
A Jungian twist on why the wave doesn’t lie, and why your board knows your business before your therapist does. You thought surfing was just about sun-kissed skin, salty smiles, and the occasional “Yewww!” echoing across the waves like a stoked seagull on molly? Oh no,...
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...
You’re sipping your morning coffee, scrolling Surfline like it’s your ex’s IG, and BAM, the forecast says “3–4 ft, clean conditions.” You do a little dance. You stretch. You wax your board with the confidence of Poseidon’s favorite child. But when you paddle out…THERE. ARE. WALLS.Towering...
You’ve spent months dreaming of that picture-perfect Indo swell. You’ve scoured surf forecasts like a Wall Street analyst, packed your board bag with military precision, and even remembered to bring wax (miracle!). But then, ding dang it! Your beloved board takes a hit. Maybe it...
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...