What I learned about risks, identity, and starting over at a surf camp in Bali

My favourite part of the trip was the boat rides back to shore, where total strangers opened up about their life and career stories.

Wavehouse Bali

At 5:30 a.m., the place looked like any other resort on the coast of Bali, Indonesia. Empty pools, a vacant dining hall, and the curtains on every room closed so tight that light would think twice before entering.

By 5:45, the camp woke up. Before the sun had risen, people poured café lattes and demolished bunches of bananas before wriggling...