Ninety seconds of escapism to somewhere
South of 15 Degrees.
The purpose was noble. It was a business trip.
We were visiting our suppliers, boards in tow... for business.
The town is full of expats. The water a mix of locals and travellers who gave up that label ten years ago when they never left.
You can find it all here. Every vice or wholesome pursuit is fingertips away. They mix loosely against the backdrop of reeling waves and endless beaches.
The people anchor this place in reality. Their stories vary but all share a slowly loosening grip on wherever was home. Each a character with distinct and fascinating personality. Trading in normality for rolling blackouts, baking sun and cold showers.
The community is something in itself. A welcoming and intoxicating blend of idealism goes down as easy as the local beer.
Spend a week and you'll feel your own grip slipping. Dreams of a simpler life creep in, complicated only by real situational dangers of a slightly less stable world. But it seems negligible in comparison to the life that awaits those who have the heart to dive in.
South of 15 Degrees.
