The bloody Maldives! I was SO excited that I was going to bed earlier each night in order to make the days go quicker. This was a TRIP OF A LIFETIME, a place that I had dreamt about going to for years prior, to experience tropical warm water for the first time in my life, the joys of surfing without a wetsuit. I think that I was as excited as I used to get as a child before Christmas where I would become so hyped up for Father Christmas’ arrival, and then get so scared that a random bearded stranger would soon be in my house that my parents would have to give a teaspoon of Stopayne to make me sleep. Yes Stopayne, get over your neurotic selves, it might not have been the best parenting option but I turned out alright in the end…more or less anyway.
Flying into the Maldives was a spectacle alone, the turquoise coloured oceans, the white sand spits in the middle of the ocean, boats zooming across the deep blue leaving a trail of white foam behind them. We were welcomed into the tiny airport of Male with a wave of overwhelming humidity, beads of sweat instantly trickling down our spine and dotting our foreheads. After a smooth baggage collection process (one always seems to underrate smaller airports for some reason), our surfboards had been put aside for us to come and grab them before heading off on a 45 minute boat ride to Kandooma, home to the wave of Kandooma right.