LUXURY SURF TRAVEL MAKES YOU SOFTER THAN WHIPPED BUTTER
Disappearing into the wild blue yonder discovering new waves and acquiring exciting new diseases is still happening this century but it's less popular than when it was the only option. Today the cashed-up surfer can score epic waves in a remote Third World outpost and expect a full list of mod cons to be available nearby. Luxe surf travel is undeniably dreamy but it's hardly adventurous. By definition adventure is "a bold and hazardous action of uncertain outcome". Adventure is stowing away on a passenger liner like Bob McTavish; it's walking across the Kalahari Desert like Peter Troy; it's going goat-slaughteringly feral like Timmy Turner. The first high-end surf camp kicked off at Tavarua in the '80s and proved insanely popular when word spread. The market has only grown since and dedicated surf camps continue to pop up each year throughout the surfing cosmos. Surf resorts have made life easier and world-class waves more accessible but they've also had a sheltering effect. There's no need to interact with locals, to learn a new language, or to bridge cultural divides when everything's taken care of. The bubble effect is further enhanced by the swell-strike approach: you zoom in, nail the best waves of a swell, and zoom home. The shadow effect of all this may be a change in the surf community's shared DNA. Once it was understood and celebrated that to score epic waves you had to be a balls-out explorer with gypsy blood and a thirst for the unknown. Now you just need to be wealthy. That noted, risk and adventure are intrinsic to the act of surfing itself. If you're holidaying at Namotu or G-Land you probably don't need any additional risks on the way there. Special information session to be hosted by Bob McTavish: Stowing Away 101.