I told the boat driver to drop me off at the spot with two guys out. The wave was a bit bigger there, and the lineup nearly empty. Regardless, I’ve made a habit of chatting with people when I first entered the water to bring a relaxed vibe to the lineup. This has been especially crucial when traveling solo, because just by exchanging a few words, I’m not alone anymore.
The two guys I joined in the water were excellent surfers. They dropped in late and deep on translucent, solid six-foot set waves. Both their surfing and bodies displayed art and style, as they were adorned in colorful tattoos. I noticed that one of the guys had a series of numbers tattooed over his muscular abdomen, and the other had “Maroubra” tattooed over his shoulders. I told them I was from Cocoa Beach, Florida, and they said they were from a beach outside of Sydney. That statement cemented my suspicions; I was surfing with Bra Boys. I watched the documentary released in 2007 that gave the Bra Boys international attention as an Australian surf gang. Together since the 1990s, they were known for violent clashes with disrespectful surfers and the police. One of their mottos, “Blood is thicker than water,” was hardcore. In fact, when I surfed around the Sydney area I avoided the breaks in Maroubra for fear of the gang. Here in Bali we shared waves, and in between the sets we talked about different spots I surfed in OZ.