Taj Scores Pumping Secret Spot In Indo

Nothing had really lined up. A few swells looked promising, then fizzled into nothing. Or we’d hear, “you just missed it.” It was becoming the norm. I wasn’t too worried as we have had some nice beachies lighting up around home. I couldn’t complain. 
With time going by we just decided to book flights to Indonesia, but this island was somewhere I’d never been before, so I was full froth. We loaded up the Tarago and hit the highway - car stacked with experimental crafts, Griggs, Pig, and myself. ( Pig aka Luke Condon, a local shaper born on the rocks of Lennox). 
Everything was pretty smooth sailing except for the 2:30 am, 6.5 hour car ride from the airport, which was skits. And we got informed that my boards hadn't made the flight. Brutal. The Next morning was cooking and I had one of Pig's flextails to put to the test. I probably scored my best wave of the trip that morning. Once my boards eventually showed up, the days just started rolling. Every session felt better than the last. Surfing with no one out, almost every time, was unreal - so different from other Indo trips I’ve had. We could sit on a bank right out the front of our place (shoutout to THE FIELDS) and it’d just be us, no one in sight. YOOOOOWWW.
There’s not too much more to it. A blur of good food, laughs, and experimenting with all sorts of boards in dreamy lineups. Massive thanks to all the friendly faces we met along the way, and for all the high fives.