As a surf photographer I spend most of my summer in Indonesia. Bali being the Southern Hemisphere's version of the North Shore it's not a bad place to reside for a couple months.
The beaches are littered with bronzed bodies and the lineups full of frothing surfers. With five star dining and pretty much everything under the sun at your fingertips who could ever complain? But admittedly I do. Every now and then the Bali life gets a bit much.
My job also means I meet a lot of different people and many have told me of Western Australia. The natural beauty, the people and of course the waves. So, I decided to take a chance and skip out on the last part of the Padang Padang Cup waiting period. I booked a plane ticket, a small camper van and made a run down under to see what all the fuss was about.
When I arrived in South Australia the weather was anything but pleasant—rain, wind and huge unruly swells. Fortunately for those in the know, just a mere twelve hour drive north will see the skies clear and the waves groomed into epic conditions, or so you hope.
Upon arrival to my new desert paradise I was greeted with corduroy lines to the horizon and just a handful of hearty souls to share the stoke and solitude with.
The lineups in the West are truly a sight to see. The desert literally meets the ocean. The turquoise waters are teaming with fish, whales and of course big sharks. Most days you find yourself just staring, mesmerised by their beauty and consistency. The beaches have the finest blend of coral reef and desert dust ground in a golden colour only rivalled by the crystal clear waters lapping upon them.
Kicking and screaming I drove the twelve or so hours back to the airport in South Oz, cleaned the dust and grime oﬀ my rental car the best I could and boarded the plane back to my Bali base camp. If you haven't been to Australia, love nature and the simple pleasures found deep in the outback, do yourself a favour and check it out. It is truly a thing of beauty, even when leaving Bali behind.