Jungle Tracks

Jungle lined beaches where wild deer roam, crystal waters and magazine worthy waves….It all seems too good to be true, but this became our reality on a recent trip in Indonesia. 

Setting off at the crack of dawn from home, we drove for hours on end, crossing seas by ferry, and eventually ending up at our destination. It’s weird to think that within a relatively short time you can go from chaotic busy streets to calm, unspoiled beaches and only the sounds of the jungle. 

Surfers often travel Indonesia in search of big barrels and waves of consequence. But that wasn’t what drew us in. Our intentions were different, seeking quieter waves suitable for a hang 5 or two, far from the circus. We won’t let off too much, but it’s safe to say we scored.

We spent four days surfing the same wave on repeat, and somehow it just kept getting better. Waist-high perfection, peeling at just the right pace to lock in a noseride, it felt like our own little playground. Even better, we had it all to ourselves. Seven friends, wide smiles, trading waves under the sun. Pure magic.

This trip was pure surf. Mornings started with us rolling up to the beach and setting up camp, tucking into the shade while we waited for the tide to do its thing. Coffee flowed freely, keeping us buzzing for the next session, with a few cheeky cookies passed around in between. It was all so simple, that’s what makes these trips special. A chance to switch off the head noise, be in the moment, and soak in nature with nothing on the agenda but surf.

When our time in the jungle came to an end, we made our way back home with tired bodies, the good kind of tired that only comes from surfing day after day. Leaving was bittersweet, but we carried home new memories, and the quiet certainty that we’ll be back before long.

Enjoy the snaps!