Somewhere in your journey, you will find places. Places special enough that will make you want to stay for a while. Places that will make you dream of having a piece of it to your own one day. Places that you’ll want to keep forever. These places are rare. Because our wandering feet can’t stay still so when we find something like this, something that begs us to stay, it makes our hearts quiver and grow roots.

Here, in this lush green island. I found my place. There’s just something about it, something about its energy. Something that makes my insides feel like there’s no gravity. An impetus so strong it continues to tug at your heart strings even when you leave.

1. Caub Island.
Explored another one and followed the light out. The only way back to our boat was to jump off a platform, so we jump. Freedom is always on the other side of fear.

3. Waves

This is what the island is most known for. Wave chasers from all over the world gravitate to this place, addicted to the stoke that Cloud 9's glassy barrels give them. I'm a beginner and only surfed easy and little breaks a few times. I'm not much of a big wave chaser, but maybe one day I'll have the courage to do it. But even just watching people carve the waters like hot knife on butter I get a high from it. Always in awe by the power of the sea and feeding off the passion of the wave seekers.

4. Motorbikes rides

Whether you're driving it or riding in the back of one, ride a motorbike/scooter around the island and explore. The open road, the wind in your hair, zooming through the greens, stretching your arms out and making waves with the wind, bobbing your head to epic music, laughing with the person you are sharing this experience with and watching your friends chase each other as they carve through the roads. You will find freedom in it.

One day we ride in motorbikes out to explore around the island. We stopped on the side of the road and walked through a little jungle that led to a gorgeous empty beach. Got caught in the rain and we smile and laugh and stretch our arms out feeling every bit of rain drop shattering on our flesh as we look up and watch it fall through the coconut trees. We drive and drive and drive until the rain is gone and we feel the warmth of the sunshine on our skin. We ride through small towns and see locals jumping up and down, smiling and waving at us as we laugh and wave back at them. Everyone is always smiling. Happy light always beaming from their beautiful faces. We drive until we get to the rock pools. Jumping into the clear blue as we float around the rocks and forget that we have bodies. Beautiful, freckled-face Freia always does this as a joke between us but to also remind ourselves how beautiful everyone always is so she asks me again, “I’m happy! Are you happy?”. And I say, grinning from ear to ear...

“I’m happy Freia. I’m really damn happy.”