Whether we have found it yet or not, there is always something that pulls at us deeply, on another level. Now, I realize that is indeed an extremely broad statement - but hear me out. This “Something” (not to be confused with someone) ignites a fire, elicits an internal thrill and (sub)consciously guides us toward it. Whether or not we are fully aware of what this “Something” does for us on a deeper level, the stimulation we feel on the surface is simply undeniable.
My “Something” is travel. That bug bit me ages ago, the root likely being raised in a family where international travel was an annual occurence. I’ve never been able to shake the fascination that sweeps over me when I am faced with unfamiliar cultures, people and the experiences that inevitably follow. With all of that in mind, I keep landing on this simple realization:
Despite vast cultural differences and geographical spaces between the people on this planet, we all have so much more in common than we realize. Conceivably more than we could ever have imagined.
This past September I was lucky enough to once again spend the entirety of the month in one of my favorite places on earth - Indonesia. I’ve been traveling to Indonesia on an annual basis for close to a decade now, so I’ve definitely found some comfort in my usual places, people and things that I go to back to every year. That being said, there are so many new things to see, experiences to have and people to engage with that every year I find myself in complete fascination with what I’ve experienced. I honestly feel like a lifetime of travel to this special corner of the earth would barely scratch the surface of what’s actually happening. Therein lies the draw.
Besides the endless possibilities for new exploration like I outlined above - the experiences I’ve had when revisiting specific areas after years of absence is very nostalgic. I feel as though when I travel, my experiences are a bookmark of sorts. Coming back to a place I haven’t been in years serves as a reminder - where I was in my life at that time, what brought me joy, what caused me pain, my hopes, my doubts, my goals…It’s a lot to take in at times but it’s a palpable reminder that we are always growing, changing and evolving.
I hopped one island east of Bali to the island of Lombok for my last few days of this trip to catch a swell at one of the worlds best waves. Situated on the western tip of Lombok, this wave wraps in to a (roughly) mile long bay and swirls off perfect barrels all the way down the point - if the swell size and direction are right. Last time I was there was about 6 years ago, and a lot of things were different for me then, obviously. What hasn’t changed? The perfection of this wave, the energy surrounding it and the hordes of hungry surfers who descend onto this dusty corner of Lombok every time this particular wave shows its teeth.
The stark contrast between the differences in myself vs. the unchanging nature of the places I visit (like this place) sticks out to me, it really strikes me on a deeper level. I leave a piece of myself everywhere I go, I think that’s what primarily feeds my nostalgic nature. And while I may be changing, evolving, always shedding layers and adding new ones - I can admire and love the “bookmarks” and pieces of myself I’ve left all the same. Places like this are the all too rare tangible reminders of that.
I shot the below video between surfs on one of the better days. Watching it now, all I want to do is go back and be right there, taking in the energy that this place, this little dusty corner of Indonesia, offers anyone who comes to play: