The Secret Island
October 16th of 2015 I started my endeavor of an eight months sailing through northern Australia and southeast Asia. With a few of my good mates we shipped in the search of beautiful waves and deserted islands. Traveling in a boat for that long your mind makes you appreciate the smallest flames that make your world shine.
Four months into our sail, we pulled anchor on an island as small as a 50 cent piece, situated in the middle of Australia and Sri Lanka. Our eyes lit up, the water as clear as spring, the brightest and bluest I’ve ever seen. We jumped off the yacht and swam, laughing, splashing, paddling on surf boards, slowly pulling closer.
Our own secret island was full of palm trees as high as the limit and red crabs swarming the sand. Looking beyond the palm trees, we spot a man walking towards us and waving his hands. He approaches, look at our surfing boards, grab me by the hand and ask me to follow him through the trees.
He was a very simple fisherman with very little english, but he could see my love for surfing. Walking through the island I saw a wooden hut in the distance. We all followed him up the hut's steps, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He opens his doors to a shed full of surf boards. Incredible as it might seem, he picks up a board and places it in my hand and points to this magnificent beach with huge waves.
After surfing all day we followed him to the another island down to the south, one hour distance from there, where he lived. At his village, we found out we landed on one of the 29 uninhibited Maldive islands. To our surprise, our secret island has one of the most secret waves in the world, a precious spot used by many elite surfers. At the end of the season they leave their surf boards to our native friend and he keeps all of them at his wooden hut. The name of this island I'll keep as a secret in respect of the island, their people and my love for surfing.
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