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India with kids; travel hacks and safety tips


India with kids; travel hacks and safety tips

Yes, you can. When I visited India pregnant eight years ago, I intuitively knew I would be back one day with my son. When I boarded the plane with both my sons from the Gold Coast to Jaipur, almost a decade later, I felt a sense of proud for following my heart and embarking on this wild journey across Asia with my boys.

Now you might think I am crazy for traveling to a country like India with young children, especially the north, and only by road (no planes), no plastics, and with rucksacks, but I have been incredibly impressed with how smooth travel can be over here when you have kids in tow. In fact, my partner Remy and I are sure that we would have ran into trouble on many occasions had it not been for the kids by our side, who have won the hearts of the locals young and old, right across the country.

Hunter and a new friend on the streets of Jaipur

Hunter and a new friend on the streets of Jaipur

It has all been such a wild adventure and we have watched the kids crow in confidence and interact with the locals so much that I want to encourage any parents considering India as a destination with their children to give it a go. To make it a little less daunting, I have put together some tips and travel hacks so you can make the most of your adventure.

Where to start

We began our journey in Jaipur, and what a great city to begin your Indian adventure. Our flight touched down at midnight and I was apprehensive about arriving so late with the kids. Compared to my previous experience landing in Delhi, Jaipur was a breeze. The airport is small, the staff friendly, and whilst passing immigration did take at least an hour, the system is computerized and if you have an E-Visa you can enter smoothly.

Note: You cannot receive a visa on arrival in India. E-Visas (and general tourist visas) cannot be extended within India.

Read: Jaipur City Sights

What to do

India is too big a country to see in the limited time you have available; 60 days is the maximum you are permitted to stay on an E-Visa. Previously, I have visited the southwest coast, which would be a great place to explore with kids, particularly around Kovalam and the Kerala waterways.

On this visit, however, we were located in the north, and our highlights (new Vlogs coming soon!) were: Jaipur, Pushkar, Varanasi, Manali, Leh.

The kids visiting a local's hut in the Rajasthani desert.

The kids visiting a local's hut in the Rajasthani desert.

When you're in the cities, it's great to check out the main attractions based on what you and your little ones actually enjoy. I'm a fan of architecture, culture, bookshops and vegan food, and the kids love animals and anything that allows them to express their high energy. So our trip included visits to the City Palace in Jaipur, the Amer Fort, the Pushkar Camel Fair, bookshops along the ghats in Varanasi, and a boat ride. We even stayed a night at a water park resort in Kolkata, where the kids could jump from pool to slide all day. (Note: if you have expectations of the cleanliness and 'wow' factor of western water parks, think twice before heading to Aquatica Kolkata.)

Wild horses in Ladakh, across the Indian Himalayas.

Wild horses in Ladakh, across the Indian Himalayas.

Without planes, we were able to visit local villages whilst traveling by bus, my preferred mode of transport, although Remy and the kids prefer the trains, which we'll get to below.

Remember you and the kids will both need some down time; India is hectic! So make sure to schedule in quiet days or half-days where you can hang out at the hotel or a rooftop cafe, and take some time out of the constant honking that will burst your eardrums in the cities.

Hint: Jump on Instagram and search different cities' geo location tags to see what people are posting and where they are visiting. We found some great cafes and local events using this nifty trick.



More often than not, we have been sharing two single beds. Accommodation is hit and miss in India, but we have booked almost everything through
Budget prices range from around 700INR to 1500INR (A$15-$30) for very basic rooms, generally with no hot water. WiFi has been a priority and it's free in most hotels and hostels and is quite reliable. Some hotels offer breakfast, if very basic,

Here is a list of hotels we found clean and affordable:

Jaipur - Hotel Kalyan (Excellent rooftop cafe and clean rooms).

Varanasi - Bliss Hostel (Great location, cheap, clean. Skip the breakfast and head down to Assi Ghat for a feed, or Vegan and Raw Cafe).

Manali - Welcome Homestay (Off the beaten track; stock up on snacks before you arrive as you won't be able to access the main village. The host family does cook great food and you get to experience a real local way of life. Rooms are huge and offer great views of the mountains and valley. Cheapest accommodation and food package of the whole trip!)

Kolkata - Aquatica Water Theme Park and Resort (Clean, large rooms, with good room service menu. The water park is rundown and rusting, and not as appealing in real life as the photos on the website make out. Still, an inexpensive way to spend your last days or some down time between traveling in India)

Transport - long haul

Train - When you know what you're doing with the trains, they can be a great option for long haul travel in India. Firstly, you can book online. You will need to master the booking system though, and note it is next to impossible to get a refund (although you can apply) if you miss a train. Trains run notoriously late, in some cases 10-15hours late on our journey, meaning it's a risk to book one train after another online. Try and space your train travel out with at least 24hours in between, or more, as trains also book out easily and you might find yourself on a waiting list, like we did, or worse, boarding a train without a seat or having to share a bed with a stranger.

A long delay at a train station.

A long delay at a train station.

If you are a family of four, I recommend that you book 2A (air-conditioned); opt for lower berths, and you'll get the biggest beds, windows, and a power point. To save money we didn't book berths for the kids (under 12 can go berth-less), meaning we shared top-and-tail with the kids (lower or upper berths make this possible; side berths are much smaller and don't have power points). We made a pact not to travel Sleeper Class. You can give it a try if you want but do your research first; I'd not recommend it with kids. Go 2A, or 1A if you have the extra budget.

The pros of train travel: You can book online, you get a bed, and you can charge your devices. There are filtered water stations on most platforms and you can fill a 1L bottle for 5INR.

The cons of train travel: The stations are a nightmare to navigate, and the trains are almost always late. We've found ourselves grounded at stations until the wee hours of the morning waiting for trains, and we've been stuck on some for 26hours (a 15hour delay). The toilets are generally disgusting. You never know where your coach is going to arrive, and more often than not you will find yourself sprinting to the other end of the platform with luggage, and kids, in tow. The hustle of the train platforms caused me more anxiety than I would wish upon most brave travelers. Once you're on board, however, it's mostly smooth training.

Bus - A little cheaper than the train (not always), but you have to buy seats for the kids, so if you were planning to share berths on the train you would end up spending extra on the buses. The buses are harder to book online unless you have an Indian phone number (Indian SIM cards are readily available and worth the 500INR for 1GB per day, 84 days); you will need to get some help from your hostel OR seek out the bus ticket counters in various cities and towns or at the bus station. Indians travel a lot, so beware that you will need to book your seats at least 24hours in advance or you may find yourself unlucky.

Ready to board an overnight bus from Ajmer to Agra.

Ready to board an overnight bus from Ajmer to Agra.

Pros of bus travel: Set seats. Buses generally run on time. They stop at random, interesting food stops, sometimes in very local villages that you probably would never have thought to visit, ever. Windows that open. Inexpensive.

Cons of bus travel: No toilets. Broken seats. Broken windows. Radical roads, even more radical driving. Excessive horn honking.

Transport - local

Tuk Tuk - The kids love the tuk tuks, or motorized three-wheeler vehicles with no windows. They are cheap, entertaining, but you will be right in the midst of the pollution, beeping, and crazy traffic of the major cities. Negotiate your price before you jump in. You will most likely get ripped off at the beginning of your trip, and become a better bargainer as you warm up to the prices. One trick is to walk away when they are requesting a ridiculous amount; they usually start at double the 'tourist' price. Don't expect local prices, you just won't get them.

Hunter in his favourite form of transport, the Tuk Tuk

Hunter in his favourite form of transport, the Tuk Tuk

Taxi - Slightly more expensive than the tuk tuks, but most come with air conditioning and a little escape from the chaos of the world outside. If you are a traveling over 20 minutes, i.e. to the airport, I recommend a taxi. As with the tuk tuks, negotiate the price before you jump in. We have requested the meter on many occasions, only to be laughed at. They simply won't use a meter almost everywhere for foreigners.

Cycle Tuk Tuk - Fun if you are going a short distance. Expect to pay not much more than 20INR.

Uber - If you have an Indian SIM, register with Uber. You will pay much less than the taxis and in some cases will get cheaper rides than the Tuk Tuks. The cars are more run down than most, but it is still a more pleasant way to travel around the major cities.


We are vegans, with the fussiest kids in the world. Regardless, India was quite easy to sustain our diets, as most of the country is vegetarian. If you are vegan, ask for 'pure veg', and make sure to mention no paneer (cheese) and no butter.

We did find the food quite oily, but on the whole it has been a fun experience exploring the different food haunts over the country.

Hotel Kalyan in Jaipur is the best for breakfast, whilst Vegan and Raw in Varanasi is incredible for vegans wanting something a little more Mediterranean.

We have definitely missed alternative milks; masala chai in India comes with cow's milk and when you see the food the cows are eating on the streets, mostly plastic, you won't want to consume dairy even if you are not vegan!


We have pledged to consume no plastic PET bottles on our trip, instead filling our Klean Kanteen stainless steel bottles with local tap water, then filtering with the SteriPen. This UV filter kills almost 100% of all the bacteria and nasties that will make you sick in the local water supply. The water then becomes completely safe to drink, although it doesn't make it taste any better. Still, we have saved on hundreds of plastic bottles during our trip so far, and in it's lifetime, one SteriPen will save up to 16,000 plastic bottles. If you are after something cold and more refreshing, follow our suit and order a plain, local soda/sparkling mineral water in a glass bottle as a treat.

More useful tips

DO wear enclosed shoes when moving from one destination to the other; thongs/flip flops can be a pain and the roads, streets and stations are generally filthy.

DO NOT accept the first price for transport (unless it's the train or bus). Negotiate, starting at roughly 50 per cent of their asking price and creep up from there. Walk off if you need to, they will come chasing you and finally accept your offer.

DO travel lightly. I can't practice what I preach here, but I can tell you if I didn't have to carry around cameras, laptop, hard drives and audio equipment, I'd enjoy the transport legs much more than I do with too much luggage.

DO stock up on snacks for long haul journeys with fruit and general snacks, and fill up your water containers before you board.

DO NOT expect each hotel to look like it does on its website photos. In fact, expect the worst case scenario and you may be pleasantly surprised rather than dumbfounded by false advertising.

DO get yourself an Indian SIM. They cost around 500INR for 1GB per day, can be bought almost anywhere, and will last your 2 months allocated tourist stay in the country.

DO NOT let your kids out of your sight, but try not to be over paranoid. Indians love children, and you and your kids will have to get used to being approached for many 'selfies' and hugs. We haven't had anything but kindness from the locals (aside from overcharging us whenever they can), so don't be too apprehensive and make friends with these friendly folk!




Jaipur in Pictures


Jaipur in Pictures

Our first city on the #crossingasia journey was Jaipur. In just a few days we caught the best of the city sights, including the Palace, Amer Fort, and Floating Palace. If you are contemplating a trip to India with kids, start in Jaipur. It is a great introduction to India and a much easier city manage in comparison to the likes of Delhi and Mumbai. Here is a look at Jaipur, in pictures.


Colombia in Pictures


Colombia in Pictures

Since Colombia's civil war has taken a back seat to open up the process of peace talks, the country has opened its arms to adventurous travelers seeking to explore many of her previously difficult to access regions.

Between November 2016 and early February 2017, the kids and I spent three months living in Colombia, based in Bucaramanga in Santander, and exploring the country including La Mesa de los Santos, Santa Marta, Tayrona National Park, Minca, and the remote Caribbean jungle beach village of Sapzurro.

Three months passed all too soon, yet we covered a lot, and it's sure to say we would go back in a heartbeat. Here is a look at our journey, in pictures.


Two Aussie Surfer Dads Lap Tasmania with NO CASH!


Two Aussie Surfer Dads Lap Tasmania with NO CASH!

Meet Dustin and Rhian. Two Aussie surfer dads who recently did a 'Lap' of rugged Tasmania, in winter, with no cash, no car, no phone, and just 10 personal items each.

The idea came about when Dustin had wanted to adventure more as a Dad, in a sustainable way, that would be good for future generations. For over a year I shared space living in a house on Dustin's land, with Rhian next door, and the three of us set to work to turning Dustin's dream into reality.

Three years later, our completed project 'The Lap of Tassie' held its World Premiere last week to a sell out crowd at the iconic venue The Byron Theatre. People went home holding their bellies from fits of laughter; the two are quite the comedians with the survival skills of household pets.

This was one of the most challenging projects in my career to date, and marks my second documentary, and first full feature.

The Lap of Tassie is now available to rent and stream on Garage Entertainment, and will be playing on Qantas Airlines, Singapore Airlines, Edge TV, and more channels soon.

Check out the trailer below, and visit to join the community. A second LAP is now on the cards for early 2018, and in the meantime the boys will be sharing their lifestyle in regular Vlogs on a LAPS YouTube channel coming soon.

The Laps...let the good times roll.


Five reasons why I'm calling Japan home again


Five reasons why I'm calling Japan home again



Here we go, again.

I first moved here when I was 21 years old. Fresh out of university where I had dedicated three years to learning the language, culture, and history as one of my BA Arts majors. I had Japanese friends in Adelaide, I had watched 'Lost in Translation' three times, I had records by DJ Krush, and read every Geisha book I could lay my hands on.

My plan to live in Japan for just a year turned into almost a decade, two half-Japanese kids, and a career in travel and outdoor journalism. I loved the place. Perhaps that's why I chose to stay when the Austrlian embassy called me two days after the 2011 Tohoku Disaster (earthquake, tsunami, Fukushima...) inviting me and my family to return home to Australia on emergency evacuation passenger planes. It took four months before I did make the decision to relocate back to Oz, a move now five years past.

But Japan kept calling me back, either for work trips, or for my children to visit their Japanese family and friends, and each time I stepped off a plane at Narita Airport I felt a sense of 'home'. The familiar bows of the airport terminal staff, the ease of sending my bags by courier anywhere across the country for the cost of a small pizza back home, the amazing food offerings, temples, friends, and of course, hi-speed trains and WiFi.

Moving back longer term hadn't been on my radar until a month ago. Having sold all our possessions last year and packed our lives into a couple suitcases to spend three months traveling around Colombia with my partner, we certainly had the flexibility of returning to Japan and creating a base for a while when the opportunity arose, which it did. After all, I needed somewhere to store my suitcase full of books.

Here are five reasons why I'm calling this remarkable destination home again, for now:

Nozawa Onsen. Credit:

Nozawa Onsen. Credit:

1. Winter. I'm a surfer who was first posted as an English teacher in an industrialized city called Ota Shi, surrounded by the mountains of Gunma Prefecture. Summer was horrid, but then came winter. I took up snowboarding and fell in love with the White Season. Japan is home to some of the best powder in the world, and ski resorts are much cheaper compared to many international destinations. After riding powder in the trees all day, nothing beats soothing the aching body in an onsen (hot springs). I've just relocated to Hakuba Valley, in Nagano Prefecture, home to the largest ski grounds in Japan and the nation's steepest mountains.

Find outdoor activities and tours in Hakuba at Outdoor Japan Adventures

Hirauchi Kaichu Onsen. Credit: Angie Davis.

Hirauchi Kaichu Onsen. Credit: Angie Davis.

2. Onsen. So I mentioned this above, but onsen is not just a one-off experience. For the Japanese, and me, onsen is a way of life. When I first touched down in Narita last week, I jumped on trains straight to Tokyo to meet my friend and after a delicious vegan feast of soba noodles and tempura vegetables, we jumped on Google Maps and found the closest onsen. There are two types of bath houses you will come across, onsen - volcanic hot springs - and sento - non-volcanic.

Many bathhouses across Japan promote the different minerals that make up their volcanic spring water, each with various health benefits. Last year I visited Yakushima for the first time, trekking and SUP paddle boarding with Greenmount Japan, testing out all the local on the island. One of my favourites was Hirauchi Kaichu Onsen, ocean-front volcanic rock pools. This is one of the only onsen where the locals suggest wearing a sarong in the water, due to the number of tourists who visit in peak season. In general, however, you must be naked in an onsen.

Don't be shy:

  • Get your kit off in the change rooms;
  • DON'T wrap yourself in a bath towel;
  • Take whatever toiletries you want (shampoo, conditioner, face wash, shaver) into the sit-down shower area (although almost all bath houses will provide the basics);
  • Wash yourself thoroughly (water is abundant in this country and you will notice some Japanese showering for up to 30 minutes!);
  • Don't put your head under the bath water (pop long hair up in a bun);
  • Rinse off before you go back to the change rooms;
  • Drink plenty of water before and after your bathing session!

3. Food. I adore Japanese food, but this time around I've been vegan for almost a year and thus have embarked on a new journey of eating in Japan. Tokyo, vegans adore you! I was so pleased to find so many vegan restaurants in Japan and in three days have barely ticked them off. Here are my top three so far:

  1. Ain Soph Journey. This quaint fine-dining restaurant serves popular Japanese meat dishes, vegan style, and international-inspired cuisine. The mood is stylish, the dishes delicate and pretty. Try the vegan cutlets, karaage, Spanish omlette, and their homemade Chai tea.
  2. Ain Soph Ripple. Oh. My. Goodness. Burgers, burritos, soups. All vegan. This is the place to go if you're travelling with non-vegans; they won't know the difference between the plant-based meats and the real deal.
  3. Nagi Shokudo. I was staying in Musashi Koyama and a friend knew of the popular vegan cafe Nagi Shokudo, who just happened to have a take-out style bento shopfront walking distance from the apartment. Their soy-meat take on popular Japanese dishes are delicious, and they serve your bento with brown rice and veggie and salad side dishes. The menu changes daily. If you get lucky, try the falafels with vegan dipping sauce.

The thing to be careful of when ordering vegan meals at general Japanese restaurants is dashi, a soup stock base used in almost all soups derived from fish flakes. But in general, there are a lot of vegan options in Japan. Soba or udon noodles, tempura vegetables, pickles, rice dishes, tofu dishes...just be careful of the sneaky fish stock! 

Yakushima. Credit: Angie Davis

Yakushima. Credit: Angie Davis

4. Nature. I mentioned my love affair with snowboarding in Japan. The truth is, that's only skimming the surface when it comes to immersing in nature and outdoor activities here. I have surfed over much of the Pacific Ocean side of Japan, snorkeled in Okinawa, canyoned in Minakami, trekked in Yakushima, and this is still only a portion of what is available.

View of Mt Fuji from Fujikawacho. Credit: Angie Davis.

View of Mt Fuji from Fujikawacho. Credit: Angie Davis.

Outdoor Japan Adventures is now making it easier for adventure-hungry travelers to find tours and activities all over the country. On my bucket list for the year is surfing in Tanegashima, snowshoe and back country snowboarding in Hakuba, exploring the more unknown temples across the country, taking my kids to meet the snow monkeys in Jigokudani in Nagano, learning permaculture, volunteering in disaster-hit Sendai, and seeing more of the country on foot and bicycle.

5. Affordability. Forget the myth that Japan is an expensive country. It is not. Whether you're coming for a holiday or planning to live here for a year or more, affordability is on your side. Travellers can see much of the country and save a fortune on train fares or road tolls by taking out a JR Rail Pass, giving you unlimited JR rail travel (except the Nozomi train) across the country for a period of 7, 14, or 21 days. Last year I took out the pass and visited Tokyo, Fuji, Kyoto, and Hiroshima all in 7 days.

Accommodation and food are just as cheap and you can find great bargains through or Outdoor Japan. I'm not convinced with Air BnB as yet; prices I have seen advertised seem to exceed what you would pay for more localized hotel or ryokan/pension style traditional accommodation, but do have a look and compare. Be sure to opt for accommodation close to train stations for ease of mobility.

If you do want to splurge, then I highly recommend one of the five star hotels in Tokyo. The views over the city are second-to-none. The Mandarin Oriental Tokyo has one of the best located spas I've ever experienced.

Mandarin Oriental Hotel Spa, Tokyo. Credit: Angie Davis.

Mandarin Oriental Hotel Spa, Tokyo. Credit: Angie Davis.

If you decide to visit Japan, get in touch. It would be my absolute pleasure in helping you craft the best itinerary for your stay, and pointing you in the right direction for adventure and outdoor tours, cultural experiences, and of course great places to eat. I put together this little Japan teaser video last year to help the JNTO promote the country and I hope to spurs a little Japan envy, enough to get you on a plane to visit this amazing destination.





The conscious dreamer and a rare island

The conscious dreamer and a rare island

“ And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”   –The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho.

“ What do you want to be when you grow up?”  The recurring high school question that made me want to puke. Inspiring scrapbooks aside, my answers never fit with the preset categories that would ultimately define whom I would ‘be’. I was quite disillusioned with the higher education’s goal-setting system that seemed to cater to wannabe teachers, nurses, doctors, lawyers, and computer programmers but not so much to the roving travel scribe. I would frustrate my careers counselor to the point she’d just inform me to circle the label best suited to my undefined plans. But, I could never find the one that said ‘dreamer’.

Enhanced by our constant closeness with nature, surfer travellers are a dreamy bunch. Even for those who could circle a more defined career path, I bet you find yourself drifting away to turquoise waters and dropping into four-feet glass bowls over your morning coffee. And even when the responsibilities of our chosen life, often filled with responsibilities, stacks up, surfers have a sound ability to transform dreams to reality and spend a decent chunk of our lives escaping the daily grind.

Admittedly, I knew I wanted to surf around the world, but I never dreamed I would ever get paid to document the travels that went with chasing the surf. This is precisely what found myself and my two kids under two on a ten-hour overnight drive, two airplanes, three sleepless nights from Lennox Head, Australia to the Garam-stained sultry air aboard an overnight ferry in Padang, Indonesia.

At the time (this trip is now but a fading five-year-old memory), our journey was joined by Patagonia Ambassador Belinda Baggs also with newborn baby in tow, Japanese professional free surfer Hayato Maki, and other travelling friends from Bali and Germany. I remember settling into a Bintang can on the floor of the Captain’s quarters that we had been assigned for the night of floating travels, relaxing after hours of chaos at the port prior to departure. The soul of the world must have heard my sighs of relief, for at that exact moment somewhere in the distance a beast of a storm had been released.

I slept hard under the Captain’s maroon soccer ball print sheets, oblivious to a night of horrendous weather that knocked the locals off the deck and into the smoke filled common area below already pulsing with sweaty bodies. We docked at Sipora Island and were flung into mayhem. Persistent rain hindered any chance of a smooth transition onto our next vessel, a wobbly aqua scout boat piled to the brim with boards, bags, food supplies, and us, babies and all.

As we embarked on the final 45minute water journey to Pitojat Island, approximately 80 kilometers off the west coast of mainland Sumatra, I remembered cuddling my baby Hunter tightly in my arms, giving my toddler Ryder a reassuring glance, eliminating any chance that he would pick up on my fear.

The floating pile of wood projected skyward then retreated to sea with a thud as we battle horrid onshore winds in the massive swell. I don’t recall having ever scripted a death-defying storm in my high school Mentawaiian dream, but not one to let my fears invade an adventure, I closed my eyes and trusted in our Captain Lidi and his two crewmen battling the ferocious ocean. Two days later I learned none of the crew could swim…

John E Ocean sketched in school, for not much else took his fancy. It was the same sketch, over and over, a little tweaking here and there, but mostly an unchanged fantasy on paper. In this Californian’s head sat an island out to sea with a hut, coconut trees, a left-handed wave out the front, and complimenting right-hander to the opposite side, throwing in a token sailboat. The boy grew into a man with countless tales to tell, sharing with us stories from the days when he worked in Waikiki chopping houses in half to relocate them to the hill behind the notorious Banzai Pipeline. Multiple life experiences and a surfing family deepened John's profound love with the ocean and by 2003 he and and wife Ainsley found themselves in the Mentawai islands, with a tent, power tools and wild imaginations.

Majestic Togat Nusa Retreat

Majestic Togat Nusa Retreat

Johnny Ocean tucking inside his comfort zone.

Johnny Ocean tucking inside his comfort zone.

John’s building skills set free, in just three years grand Kandui Resort opened. A huge success, surfers worldwide came to frolic in the succulent waves peeling from every direction. Surviving the 2006 earthquake and tsunami, John and Ainsley funneled their energy and building knowledge into assisting the local Mentawaiian communities and Kandui didn’t skip a beat.

Ainsley Ocean sizing one up.

Ainsley Ocean sizing one up.

“It was when we couldn’t remember the guest’s names anymore we realized that it wasn’t what we wanted” reflected Ainsley. Eager to tweak the dream, the two hopped aboard a houseboat with Lidi, (previously mentioned boat captain), braving ferocious seas for two years in search of the island from Johnny’s fantasy sketches.

Five years on, it was Lidi’s arms that steadied our rudder into calmer waters where Johnny and Ainsley awaited on coral-chipped sand, their gentle smiles welcoming our travelling party to Togat Nusa Retreat; a refined eco-slice-of-paradise born from wild imagination.

The hut that fronts Scarecrows on Togat Nusa Retreat.

The hut that fronts Scarecrows on Togat Nusa Retreat.

“Now when I’m surfing out the front and I look back and see the hut, I finally realize I made it,” laughed the usually quiet Johnny one night about his manifestation. “I’m like ‘Holy Shit! I did it!’ It took a long time though!”  

I was there to share in his fable come to life, and score some great waves amongst it all.  Below is an excerpt from my journal of the trip:

Wabi-Sabi and Wasabi

The sky is overcast, and Togat Nusa’s trademark home break Scarecrows is junky slosh. Sipping fresh mango smoothies we dump our luggage on the prickly green grass and step up into the island’s elegant wooden restaurant, facing the ocean proudly on stilts. Up close, John’s constructions are profoundly raw; each piece of furniture is hand built, natural, and with a few drops of island spirit. Hundred-year-old shells live on in drift wood bar stools; each piece of useable art livens with each passing day. A pilot whale skeleton hangs from the roof, staring down through a fishing glass buoy eye; the washed up whale had recently feasted the local staff but Johnny was more interested in the lost soul’s structural aesthetics.

The island’s magic snags our attention, and for a moment we are distracted from the bleak skies and lack of surfing options. The local female staff giggle with our kids, sweeping the babies up into their friendly arms and parading them before their male colleagues – none of the staff will return to visit their own families for months.

Hayato unpacks his spear gun, rallying the boys for a dive. He’s spent the past week surfing perfect waves in East Indonesia and is content getting to spend some time under the sea. Johnny’s rig is handmade, and he sets the island’s strict diving policy: nothing more than can be consumed each day shall be speared.   

Belinda and I retreat with the kids to our bungalows scattered a short sandy walk from the restaurant. Each is designed in Johnny’s unique style, the walls are hand-milled, and the interior is adorned with simple yet luxurious comforts such a elegantly handcrafted timber double beds. Our outdoor bathroom is fringed by clay walls decorated with clamshells and glass buoys. Togat Nusa’s four bungalows, the restaurant, staff quarters and every hand-built piece of furniture on the island, are all created from scavenged wood, not one tree has been cut down. “A lot of the wood is washed up after being in the ocean for years after falling off logging trucks” The result is absolute ‘Wabi-Sabi’, or as Johnny explains, “ The beauty is in the imperfections.”

The boys return with lunch, Trevally sashimi Hayato style, garnished with soy sauce and wasabi he brought from home in Okinawa, Japan. Other catches are snatched up by Olaf the chef and put aside in a fresh marinade, ready for dinner.

Waiting for tides to change and winds to ease, our feast is followed by sleep catch-ups and a relaxing island exploration into the moist green jungle. Pitojat Island is 20 acres of raw paradise carved into a livable wonderland. Johnny has built rainwater tanks to provide fresh drinking water, outfitted all the huts with eco-resort quality plumbing and electricity powered by generators that do not guzzle fuel. To think that man's hands can create such a natural Utopia, minimizing his impact on the earth by developing with nothing more than the simplest power tools, natural resources, and bare hands, is a reassuring glimpse into the possibilities of a sustainable future.

The Tempest

Day three peaks the storm. I attempt a swim but the brutal current ships me halfway around the island. Hayato thrashes me at chess, naked babies shiver in the cool. There’s no chance of launching the boat. The ocean’s floor is too cloudy to dive. We eat, sleep and ponder our options. There are currently few but to observe the local staff playing ping pong on Johnny’s handmade table, testing out their newly hand-woven net.

Nature’s brutality is a harsh reminder of humans’ minority within the universe. The simplicity of life on the island and realization of how quickly one could lose your life that out here is powerful. The storm is, above all, impressive. But this, too, shall pass.  

Day four

I awake to the same soundtrack: relentless wind and rain pelting hard onto the Atap ( a traditional roof of the Mentawai made from the leaves of the Sago palm and supposedly sturdy enough to last up to 10 years). Olaf the Chef serves our now rather edgy group another sensational custom breakfast: pancakes, omelettes, fried eggs, fresh island fruit, smoothies and muesli.

The staff are saying yesterday was the strongest storm in 10 years…the mooring moved for the first time in 4 years since it was first put in place.

Bursts of sunshine expose glimmers of the magical 'garden' reef that fronts Togat Nusa, but more rain cuts short any hope of a surf exploration.  

Bindy and I entrust our kids with the local staff and unravel our minds in a Yoga session with island the island’s instructor. Our bodies recovering from the strain of pregnancy, childbirth and recovery to surf again, we can't help but laugh as aches restrict our flexibility. As another burst of sun breaks the rain cycle, we sneak off for a snorkel in the 'garden'; a quick visit under the bumpy sea delivers a stunning array of colourful fish and coral a world away from the storms overhead.


By day five our perseverance has impressed the weather Gods, and this morning the sun settles the wind chopped ocean. We throw an eclectic collection into the boat; twin-fins, four-fins, tri-fins and hand-planes. Excited faces anticipate glassy perfection. Johnny guides us to a break called Telescopes and our timing is spot on: 3-4ft swells, not perfect by all means, but empty, glassy, and begging to be surfed.

Bindy’s pig tails flap as she bottom turns then elegantly smacks the lip, proving she is one of the world’s most versatile water women. Hayato waits out the back for the big sets, while the sun powerfully exposes the deep turquoise colours we’ve been waiting to see.

Dolphins chase yellow and blue reef fish in the rapidly dropping tide, and Jake and AK sneak head dips in the small, barreling waves. Bindy racks up a stellar wave count and Hayato has come in to test the ‘monkey’ bowl tube section. Style master Johnny slices his orange 5” 4 twin-fin through humble pie, gently carving out extensive arcs then tucking in for some tubular shade. Even I sneak a few wide ones, being careful not to hit the sharp reef below.

The swell drops over the next two days but prevailing weather provides more local sessions at Telescopes, and a few nearby breaks. Between surfs there’s plenty to keep us occupied with more spear fishing dives, bodysurfing on the hand plane, bending in yoga class, lazing in the hammocks, planting organic seeds (the legal kind!) and keeping the monkey off the baby’s backs.

Angie finding her feet just after the birth of Hunter, after almost a year out of the water pregnant.

Angie finding her feet just after the birth of Hunter, after almost a year out of the water pregnant.

When the rain relents we temporarily lose Johnny but the sound of power tools carving into wood lead us to the half-finished final hut where he's cutting out a template for a finless wooden surfboard.

One final session out at Togat Nusa’s home-break Scarecrows is on offer for the boys just hours before we leave; overhead tubes snuck by those in position. It’s the best session out the front for sure, and gives us all a taste of Pitojat's wave potential.

Our goodbyes are solemn, the good times over too soon. Plunged into rising swells and afternoon on-shores, the first 45minutes of the 4-day departure journey is as tough as the arrival.

From Padang we all go our separate ways; a group of dreamers ready to reflect on another epic tale.

When I’m surfing perfect waves at our home break a week later, I think about our trip and find it ironic, the dream for exotic waves in paradise, and how these unexpected twists of nature’s fate can instill an otherwise overlooked love for home. But for the conscious dreamer who balances a life of presence, but loves to let her imagination run wild, the next journey is always a dot not too far on the horizon.

I carefully unfold my scrubby, pocket-sized world map from my travel bag, and circle in red the Mentawai Islands, checking off this latest adventure. If only those high-school careers lessons were as simple as that red pen and a world map, who only knows what kind of global dreamers my school could’ve produced.


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