I’m not the most agile of humans. It’s all I can do not to trip on solid ground, so put me on top of a wave on a foam board and I’m not exactly filled with confidence that I will be at one with the sea. But as they say…when in Rome. Or this case Sri Lanka. Do as the Sri Lankan’s do.

So with that in mind and having watched practically every man and his dog try their hand at riding the waves of Hikkaduwa, we signed up for six hours of surf lessons with Reef End Surf School. 


To say I was bricking it would be an understatement. Sure, I like a dip in the ocean as much as the next person, but the idea of being thrashed around like a rag doll isn’t my idea of a good time. Yet despite my trepidation I pulled myself together and got out there for two reasons: one I didn’t want to look like a total wimp and two because we had paid up front.


As I’m sure you could have guessed the first hour wasn’t exactly a success and I left thinking it would be my last. Like expected Cam took to the waves like a duck to water, while I on the other hand resembled a floundering seal. During my first hour I managed to sort of half stand up once and to be honest, I’m pretty sure that had more to do with blind luck than any actual skill. 


Let’s just say I wasn’t happy – my hair was a matted salty mess, my bikini bottoms had ridden up God only knows where and to top it off me and my surf teacher didn’t exactly gel. Couple all this with the fact that I had drunk half the ocean I was well and and truly ready to throw in the towel.

But having slept on it and rationalised that falling was only natural. I decided that for probably the first time in my life I wasn’t going to quit that easily. The days that followed were better. I was better. Managing to stand up more times than I fell felt good. I even brought myself a pair of jazzy surf shorts to celebrate. The jury’s still out as to whether or not I’ll actually ever wear them again, but regardless, I gave it ago and I’ve got to be happy with that. 


The guys at Reef End Surf School are not only experts at their craft but are amongst some of the nicest people you will meet. After a surf, sit and enjoy a cold beer with them as they share out homemade Sri Lankan food and tell tales of the island while the sun melts slowly into the shore.

Reef End Surf School Logo

But if surfing isn’t your bag then fear not as thats not all there is to Reef End. They not only offer excellent surf coaching they also provide great knowledge of their island and are able to assist with a number of activities. One being snorkelling. Ottawah, or surfer fish as he is more affectionately known, took us by Tuk Tuk to the cove were we spent time swimming with all manner of sea life; from angelfish to puffer fish and even a giant sea turtle. 

Quiet and unspoilt the reef was simply breathtaking. We even saw remnants from the tsunami of 2008 that devastated Hikkaduwa. Swimming amongst the wreck with the fish bountiful all around us was a profound recognition of how life will continue to flourish in the face of devastation and a gentle reminder of how much respect must be given to that world under the water that we call the ocean. 

By Sophie Maguire

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At 5ft 1 (and a half) Sophie may be small but she is certainly fierce. After finding out she was dyslexic at the age of seven she made it her life’s mission to wage a war against words and carve a career out of a craft she admired so much. Hard work, determination and a lot of journals later, Sophie graduated with a degree in journalism. Her obsession and love for the written word has seen her as Editor at Semple to now blogging her way around the world. She’s irrationally angry, partial to a LARGE glass of chardonnay and has an intolerance for most people.

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