Our time at Brown Sugar Surf Camp ended with an evening of Balinese dance. The local community pulled in with a truck load (literally) of bamboo instruments and three ornately dressed, flawlessly...
Our time at Brown Sugar Surf Camp ended with an evening of Balinese dance. The local community pulled in with a truck load (literally) of bamboo instruments and three ornately dressed, flawlessly made-up Balinese dancers. The cultural code of conduct is to accept an invitation by the dancer and once accompanying her on stage, to copy her moves which include intricate hand movements along with some gyrating of the hips and pulvic thrusts. Once the dancer is done putting you to shame in front of...
Our time at Brown Sugar Surf Camp ended with an evening of Balinese dance. The local community pulled in with a truck load (literally) of bamboo instruments and three ornately dressed, flawlessly made-up Balinese dancers. The cultural code of conduct is to accept an invitation by the dancer and once accompanying her on stage, to copy her moves which include intricate hand movements along with some gyrating of the hips and pulvic thrusts. Once the dancer is done putting you to shame in front of the crowds of foreigners and locals alike, it is customary to give her a small tip for her service (or 'dis-service depending on badly you danced) as 'good luck'. The display of uncoordinated dancing by fellow traveling surfers had us all rolling with laughter. My two friends hid in the shadows...

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Tropically Stoked Part 2 | 07 Aug 2012
When planning a surf trip one envisions gliding down the face of a crystal clear perfect reeling wave shortly after having your passport stamped at immigration. But the reality is that travel of any...
When planning a surf trip one envisions gliding down the face of a crystal clear perfect reeling wave shortly after having your passport stamped at immigration. But the reality is that travel of any kind involves a fair bit of missioning before one can lavish in the fact that you find yourself in tropical paradise. ...
When planning a surf trip one envisions gliding down the face of a crystal clear perfect reeling wave shortly after having your passport stamped at immigration. But the reality is that travel of any kind involves a fair bit of missioning before one can lavish in the fact that you find yourself in tropical paradise. ...

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Tropically Stoked Part 1 | 17 Jul 2012
It’s May in the Western Cape-the horizon starts to fade to deep shades of charcoal. Sandals are replaced with comfy Ugg boots and the post-surf beer is exchanged for a warming cup of hot chocolate....
It’s May in the Western Cape-the horizon starts to fade to deep shades of charcoal. Sandals are replaced with comfy Ugg boots and the post-surf beer is exchanged for a warming cup of hot chocolate. It’s time to head northwards-direction equator where the sun rays have not yet given way to winter’s icy harshness. ...
It’s May in the Western Cape-the horizon starts to fade to deep shades of charcoal. Sandals are replaced with comfy Ugg boots and the post-surf beer is exchanged for a warming cup of hot chocolate. It’s time to head northwards-direction equator where the sun rays have not yet given way to winter’s icy harshness. ...

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From South to North and South Again | 01 Jul 2012
As Capetonian surfers we are spoilt for choice when it comes to choosing a spot to surf. The way the Cape Peninsula juts out into the Atlantic ocean creates two defined coastlines known locally as...
As Capetonian surfers we are spoilt for choice when it comes to choosing a spot to surf. The way the Cape Peninsula juts out into the Atlantic ocean creates two defined coastlines known locally as ‘the Atlantic’ and ‘False Bay’ sides. ...
As Capetonian surfers we are spoilt for choice when it comes to choosing a spot to surf. The way the Cape Peninsula juts out into the Atlantic ocean creates two defined coastlines known locally as ‘the Atlantic’ and ‘False Bay’ sides. ...

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Surfing in Cape Town | 19 Jun 2012