Navigating tropical surf trips in 2025 isn’t the easiest of affairs. It turns out that surfers really are everywhere. The search for tropical isolation is eternal.

Enter Latitude Zero, nestled in a location we can’t name, but it’s on the Ring of Fire and, yep, you guessed it, bang on the Equator. Assembling our belle équipe of talent from Australia, Hawaii, and California, we took flight and set sail for LZ. Our eight days in paradise all merged into one. A veritable voyage through paradise. Sun-drenched, palm-kissed islands provided the backdrop to a variety of waves. Beachies. Slabs. Rights. Lefts. A plethora of waves kept the next generation in the water from sunrise to sunset.

Our days were spent on the boat. Napping. Laughing. Waiting. Rushing. Fishing. Dropping phones overboard. Oasis. Worrying about crocodiles. Sheltering from squalls. Sheltering from the sun.

Our eight days drew quickly to a close, but Club Tropicana will stay with us for much, much longer—an ode to youth in the tropics.

She’s only 14, but none of this is new to her. Not collecting medals. Not making grown-ass pro athletes jealous. Not the “did you see that?!” surprised faces in the crowd at global competitions like the 2019 USASA national championships in Colorado and last year’s Stab High Japan.
It started with lost bags and apparently the worst conditions in years, but we find Side Hits galore, some fun country hits, and find our rhythm with Parker Szumowski and Arthur Longo leading the charge. Dark, snow-ridden storm clouds are gathering over the steppes of Uzbekistan, and we are very much ready and waiting for it.
Take a trip through the sunshine mind-state of legendary surf artist, Andy Davis.