Our fall 17 shoot at "The Holidays" in San Clemente.

 While eating burritos in Encinitas after a pop up event with Seaweed & Gravel, I saw two little groms with their parent's at the table next to us. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few stickers and handed them to the mom. She thanked me and handed them to the boys as they began trying to peel the vinyl from the backing and slap them onto the skateboard helmets sitting next to them. I sat back down and continued eating. A few minutes later the mother came up to our table and invited us to come to their campground called "The Holidays." She explained that they owned a few 1960's style vintage trailers situated in the San Clemente State Beach campground and invited us to come stay for a couple nights in the near future. 

I had heard of The Holidays CA. I had seen their instagram before and wanted to contact them in the past but for whatever reason I didn't. Lucky for us, It happened more naturally and that's how we like it. We stayed in touch with them and set a date a month later for a couple nights stay where we would shoot content for our fall/winter vibes. 

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  1960's Shasta camper's. We had a blast sleeping in these and wondered if they would let us just stay forever. 

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Surf, Jam, live in a van (or trailer). 

The plan was to hang out, surf, drink some beer and enjoy nights around the campfire. This is basically how we have always planned our "shoots." They are never serious and nothing is ever too planned. When you go about getting shots this way it can be a lot more difficult, but can also produce some very real imagery that looks un-posed and organic. By keeping this easy going vibe it stays true to our brand. VIVA is based off of the lives my friends and I live, so there is no need for fake or unrealistic situations. I usually just wait for the right natural lighting and have my camera's (film and digital) always close by. 

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Co- Owner, Steve Wolfman getting the fire ready as the evening began to cool. 

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Steve wearing the new "Monster Wave" pocket tee. 

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Nothing better. Shot by Eze Zaccardi

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Hanging around the fire. Shot by Eze Zaccardi

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The days were spent surfing, playing tennis on the beach, drinking Tecate's and taking lots of photos. Simple living at it's finest. Both photo's shot by Eze Zaccardi

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We aren't a gang, but you probably shouldn't mess with us... HA. Shot by Eze Zaccardi. 

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We enjoy the simple things in life. Shot by Eze Zaccardi. 

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We had a great time staying at The Holidays CA.  We can't thank you guys enough for having us. If you are interested in staying there give them a shout and tell them VIVA LA VACAY sent you. 

Written by Dylan Bellingan

Film photography by Dylan Bellingan.

Digital Photography by Eze Zaccardi. 

FRIENDS AND THE HAPPENINGS AROUND US. #vivafilmclub

FRIENDS AND THE HAPPENINGS AROUND US. These images were taken in Sunny San Diego on an old Minolta film camera with 35mm lens that contained expired black and white film. Shot by founder Dylan Bellingan as a part of the "Viva Film Club" series. 

Paradise is a mindset. 

Paradise is a mindset. 

Stay single this summer. 

Stay single this summer. 

Nothing better being a surfer with a van. 

Nothing better being a surfer with a van. 

Joe Parrino doing what he never does. Longboarding. I think he's got the bug. #staysingle

Joe Parrino doing what he never does. Longboarding. I think he's got the bug. #staysingle

Girls surf too. 

Girls surf too. 

La Playa. 

La Playa. 

Shred or die. 

Shred or die. 

Surf with friends, it's more fun. 

Surf with friends, it's more fun. 

STAY SINGLE THIS SUMMER. #staysingle. 

Groms at the longboard contest after their heat. Our youngest Ambassador Stefano on the right took home first in juniors. Congrats lil buddy!

Groms at the longboard contest after their heat. Our youngest Ambassador Stefano on the right took home first in juniors. Congrats lil buddy!

Ryder England and Josh Nassz. A picture of a picture. Ryder had to get a better angle of the Datsun so Josh stepped in to help a friend. All right before we went surfing. 

Ryder England and Josh Nassz. A picture of a picture. Ryder had to get a better angle of the Datsun so Josh stepped in to help a friend. All right before we went surfing. 

Classic vibes. 

Classic vibes. 

Classic surf bums. Ryder showing the multiple uses of a good Mexican blanket. 

Classic surf bums. Ryder showing the multiple uses of a good Mexican blanket. 

My camera and self got completely drenched right after taking this shot.  Thanks for hanging, stay tuned for more VIVA FILM CLUB. 

My camera and self got completely drenched right after taking this shot. 

Thanks for hanging, stay tuned for more VIVA FILM CLUB. 

SOUTHBOUND AND DOWN.

It had been almost six months since the last Baja adventure, so with the new arrival of the Spring/Summer collection and a willing group of friends we headed south for a few days to shoot the new line and have some fun.  The initial plan was that there would be around twenty of us, or more; a mix of surfers, rock climbers and photographers. We would also be trekking about four hours past the border - this wasn’t going to be a little trip down to La Fonda. The main issue with a huge crew like that is the amount of vehicles you need to take. It’s easy to get lost down there and you can't rely on your GPS to get you around. You need a traditional paper map of Baja or the know-how to get down to these places. 

Loading up in the morning with gear.  

Loading up in the morning with gear.  

 

We packed up the vans and trucks and headed to the local grocery store for the essentials. Once we packed the rigs with food, water, wood, and beer we left the parking lot with a convoy of four vehicles and nine people. The rest would be meeting us there later that evening. Nearing the border, we tried to keep the group together as we approached the border crossing. Every vehicle ( three vans and one truck ) was pulled into secondary inspection with the signaled wave of a border patrol officer - something we have become oddly used to. Steve’s black truck was briefly looked over and cleared and then our van was cleared to go shortly after. Steve quickly drove off and got away from the border crossing as fast as he could while we waited for our friends. While waiting, another guard came by and gestured for us to go into another inspection where they drive your van up onto a huge scanning machine. “Señor we have already been cleared, we are just waiting on our amigos.” He didn’t care and slapped a piece of paper onto our windshield. Our friends we were waiting for had just been cleared to go but because they had no idea where they were going they just followed us onto the line for the scanner. It ended up being that we were given the green light to go but because we waited around for the others, 3 out of the 4 vehicles in the convoy went through this large machine for no reason. This will be the last time we wait for a vehicle while already being cleared to go. Half an hour later we all made it through and found Steve and his girlfriend Maria waiting patiently for us just outside the border on the Mexico side. This is something we wished we had also done but hey, you live and you learn especially in Mexico. 

Patiently waiting for Matt's van to make it through a checkpoint while the Military searched for weed. According to the partner of the hefty fellow doing all the searching , "he jus lookiiing for weed, he needs to smoke he es having a bad day." All parties knew Matt's van didn't have anything in it so this situation was quite relaxed and humorous.  

Patiently waiting for Matt's van to make it through a checkpoint while the Military searched for weed. According to the partner of the hefty fellow doing all the searching , "he jus lookiiing for weed, he needs to smoke he es having a bad day." All parties knew Matt's van didn't have anything in it so this situation was quite relaxed and humorous.  

 

The first stop would obviously be for tacos and beer, something that stays pretty constant while we’re down there. We all made it to La Fonda and quickly cracked a few cold ones while walking over to the two taco stands. I snapped a few shots on my digital and film camera while we were hanging out and eating however the lighting sucked, so my attention quickly turned back to more tacos and another beer. After the grub-down and much needed stop we made the long trek to our coastal destination about three hours further down highway. We passed through the bustling towns, through the mountains and green wine country of Baja California and then slowly back towards the coast. Finally, we made the right turn down the bumpy dirt road we knew would deliver us to our camp. Ben, who was driving his van and letting me ride along as co-pilot, asked me to take the wheel while he put his new drone up in the air for some footage. “Stop, stop, stop, I lost it. You have to reverse.” I heard this three or four times while making our way down the dusty road. Every time I would start backing up slowly until the drone finally found connection to the control, a really funny thing to watch as my good friend kept loosing and then finding his new toy. 

Taco line. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

Taco line. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

Bienvenidos. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

Bienvenidos. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

Drive by shooting. 

Drive by shooting. 

When in Mexico. Michael and Colby were a new addition to the group and we couldn't be any more stoked to now call them friends. Shot by Frank Feena. 

When in Mexico. Michael and Colby were a new addition to the group and we couldn't be any more stoked to now call them friends. Shot by Frank Feena. 

Michael taking care of business after a few cold ones. 

Michael taking care of business after a few cold ones. 

Respect the locals. 

Respect the locals. 

An hour later we saw the blue hues of the ocean and knew we were getting close to our desolate desintation. We arrived at our usual spot shortly after, but then quickly decided to relocate further up the hill because of the high winds. We passed through the small fishing village that is an occasional seasonal home to a few families, passed the lighthouse and then made our way to a clearing near the edge of the cliffside. There is nothing out there except for the small fishing village and a very odd cult like “layer” that looks more like a theme park owned by TVIND further south in the distance. We pointed our binoculars that direction a few times to get a closer look at the weirdness but couldn’t see much except the colorful rooftops. 

Looking south from the top of the lighthouse. 

Looking south from the top of the lighthouse. 

Once our camp was set up, ( a mixture of tents and camper vans ) I began to work on the fire as the evening was nearing an end. We took to the Tecate’s and things got weird pretty quickly. After an amazing meal of stew, potatoes and chicken cooked over the open fire, we all began making our way to our temporary sleeping quarters and hit the hay after a long day of travel. 

Ben's camper van set up. Both images shot on film by Tyler Annalora. 

Ben's camper van set up. Both images shot on film by Tyler Annalora. 

I woke up early the next morning to the light as it began peeking over the hill. Everyone else was still sleeping so I used the time to walk around and snap a few photos as the day was beginning to start. I ended up going back to sleep after a while and waking up once I heard the others start to rise.

Morning light, looking south. 

Morning light, looking south. 

After a healthy breakfast of Tecate’s and fruit, we looked at the surf and decided to head out even though the conditions were meager. We realized the other group of friends who were supposed to be meeting us hadn’t arrived yet and so we assumed they were most likely not showing up. The three surfers out of the group ( Ben, Steve, and myself ) suited up and walked through the fishing village and down to the boat launch where it was easier to get around the rocks and into the break. Although offshore, the winds were high and waves tiny. Every wave I tried to take off on I would just get slapped in the face with cold water as the winds forced spray over the tops of the waves. It was frustrating. Steve and I decided to paddle all the way around the point to another point further north but had no luck there either. Eventually we made our way back a bit defeated but still stoked. The surf sucked but we were still having an epic time in a gorgeous and desolate place with some of our best friends. Nothing could take that away from us. 

Scouting locations for our new SURF CLUB. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

Scouting locations for our new SURF CLUB. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

The walk down to the boat launch. Shot by Frank Feena. 

The walk down to the boat launch. Shot by Frank Feena. 

Steve about to get a little barrel. The only good wave all day perhaps. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

Steve about to get a little barrel. The only good wave all day perhaps. Shot by contributing artist Tyler Annalora. 

The bay. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

The bay. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

 

That evening while getting lifestyle shots for the new line we made friends with  some of the young kids that were in the village. They were stoked to see us out there , camping, surfing and flying a drone around which I am sure was a first for them. We ended up giving them all sunglasses that day, a sure way to make friends for life in Mexico.

Steve doing hoodrat shit. Shot by contributing artist Frank Feena. 

Steve doing hoodrat shit. Shot by contributing artist Frank Feena. 

Off to look for waves. Shot by Frank Feena. 

Off to look for waves. Shot by Frank Feena. 

Local kids in their Nectar Sunglasses. 

Local kids in their Nectar Sunglasses. 

After a dinner consisting of tacos filled with whatever leftovers we had, we began lighting dead cactus trees on fire and whirling them around and then finally off the cliffside into the ocean. I am still not sure what they are, resembling a Joshua Tree like and stubby palm tree, but they catch a blaze very easily once dead and are very fun to hurl around in the night sky. Just don’t try this in the United States. 

 

We woke early that next day and began packing up our camp, there was nothing good as far as the surf was concerned so we decided to slowly make our way back up north while eating a few roadside snacks along the way. When the surf sucks in Mexico you can always bank on finding food that doesn’t. After filling up on tacos and tamales, we got ready for the trek back to the border. We decided to avoid the border crossing we came in on and go through another route; a wise move on our part which saved us a good hour or two. All four vehicles made it back with zero issues, it seems it’s easier to get back into the States than to get into Mexico, at least for us American’s. Our bellies were full, eyes heavy, and bodies drained of energy from the past few days, feelings that are only cured by long naps, lot’s of water and healthy food. 

 

Mexico seems to always take so much out of us, but after a few day’s back we all quickly realize how much joy and experience we get out of each and every trip. All different, all exciting, all scary at times and all filled with zero regret. 

 

 

 

 

Words and uncredited images by Dylan Bellingan. 

the viva film club.

We have recently been hanging out with our friends Frank and Ty who travel around in their van and sell curated vintage men's clothing ( @twoguysgoodbuys ) around the country and online. When they aren't scouring the thrift stores they are shooting photos on their beloved quiver of film cameras, an aesthetically pleasing art form that seems to have gained a bit of love again with this younger generation. More recently, they released a rad zine that features unique imagery through the lenses of their own as well as other photographers who travel in similar ways. Their vibes fit right in with VIVA LA VACAY and so it made a lot of sense to feature some of their work here on the Blog. The idea of shooting more film photography for the brand as well as featuring more film on the blog and through our creative outlets has become a goal of ours, so stay tuned as we let the creative juices flow and get back to the old school ways. We will be using #vivafilmclub for all our film photos from now on, so check the tag for some really rad and unique content from our daily adventures and random travels. For more about Frank and Ty and their nomadic business check out  www.twoguysgoodbuys.com and www.waywardboundzine.com 

Dylan and Steve heading out on a small day. Shot by Frank Fina.   

Dylan and Steve heading out on a small day. Shot by Frank Fina. 

 

Dylan Bellingan (@myamericandreamtour) suiting up. Shot by Tyler Annalora.

Dylan Bellingan (@myamericandreamtour) suiting up. Shot by Tyler Annalora.

A view from above. Shot by Frank Fina.

A view from above. Shot by Frank Fina.

Simple living in paradise. Shot by Tyler Annalora.

Simple living in paradise. Shot by Tyler Annalora.

Life is a balancing act. Shot by Frank Fina while down in Baja shooting our recent Collection. 

Life is a balancing act. Shot by Frank Fina while down in Baja shooting our recent Collection. 

Steve's backyard, a place we all hang a lot. There's a fire pit to the right by the chairs and a huge tree with a couple hammocks hanging in it. San Diego, Ca. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

Steve's backyard, a place we all hang a lot. There's a fire pit to the right by the chairs and a huge tree with a couple hammocks hanging in it. San Diego, Ca. Shot by Tyler Annalora. 

Some of us surf, some of us shoot photos. Shot by Frank Fina. 

Some of us surf, some of us shoot photos. Shot by Frank Fina. 

 

 

A trip up the coast - A film series.

For the past few years I have been heading up the west coast to the furthest parts of northern California and occasionally beyond. I have been shooting digital photos for awhile now, but after being given my grandfathers old Minolta film camera I decided to switch it up. Here's a few photos from an old roll of black and white film from that trip. Enjoy. -Dylan Phillip Bellingan

My buddy Marcos fixing a retro board he picked up for $75. Right before I left. Pacific Beach 2016

My buddy Marcos fixing a retro board he picked up for $75. Right before I left. Pacific Beach 2016

Both shots from Emma Woods State Beach, along highway 1. My friends surfed, I stayed back and drank beers. 

Both shots from Emma Woods State Beach, along highway 1. My friends surfed, I stayed back and drank beers. 

Her name is Pearl and she's been home for over 3 years. 

Her name is Pearl and she's been home for over 3 years. 

Along the 1, looking north. 

Along the 1, looking north. 

Not sure what life would be without it. The sea. 

Not sure what life would be without it. The sea. 

Everyone that goes to Julia Pfeiffer Burns State park gets shots of the waterfall. I decided to climb down to the beach and get a different perspective. My favorite shot came from the backside of the sketchy climb down, an image most have probably never seen. 

Everyone that goes to Julia Pfeiffer Burns State park gets shots of the waterfall. I decided to climb down to the beach and get a different perspective. My favorite shot came from the backside of the sketchy climb down, an image most have probably never seen. 

When I arrive in Pacifica, up near San Francisco, I always stay at my buddy Mitch's place. He's got a little farm / surf shack positioned up high along the coast.    That's all for now folks. Stay stoked. YEW. 

When I arrive in Pacifica, up near San Francisco, I always stay at my buddy Mitch's place. He's got a little farm / surf shack positioned up high along the coast. 

 

That's all for now folks. Stay stoked. YEW. 

SEARCH FOR SOLITUDE - FALL 16 LOOK BOOK VIDEO

When we wanna get away we normally head south into Baja or north up the coast, this time around we searched for something a little closer to home. There wasn't much swell in the water but the fall days had been sunny and warm. I called a few friends and we planned a little day trip hoping to find a gem of a spot to spend the day in relaxation and bliss. Click the link to watch the video we shot that day. 

Indo Dreams - Part 3

We pulled up to Secret Island Resort and were welcomed with open arms, "you must be Dylan and Steve," we were still in awe that we were actually here. The old man and owner of the "island" was a friend of someone Steve had recently met on Lombok. I still had no idea of how this had all come about but wasn't going to argue with a free place to stay, especially on a beautiful property like this one. 

Such a quirky old man. 

Such a quirky old man. 

The property. 

The property. 

As we toured the property we immediately fell in love with the place, especially after being offered the bungalows that sat above the reef on wooden stilts. The whole thing was something out of a movie, never have I seen such an amazing place like this one. While walking back to the main building we saw another boat arriving and soon realized it was our long lost friends from Colorado, Cameron and Lindsey. We had invited them to the island and gave them the same sketchy directions we had been given. Happy to see their faces upon their safe arrival, we showed them the property and settled into the quaint wooden bungalows right away. The main priority for everyone was to go snorkel around these gorgeous reefs, while Steve couldn't wait to surf Desert Point - a world famous left breaking barrel that goes and goes forever. Unfortunately for me I was still mending a torn MCL so I decided to play it safe and stick to snorkeling the reefs, an experience I hope all of you get to do one day. The Gilli Islands offer some of the most beautiful and colorful reefs in the world, so the next day we hopped onto a boat with our boat man named "Man." Man took us all around and showed us the best spots to swim, surf and snorkel. We stopped off on an island for delicious lunch at a tiny resort, then finally made our way back after getting caught in a monsoon like rainstorm. Our visibility was almost zero. Thankfully Man knows the area like the back of his hand and was laughing the whole way home, while we hunkered down in the boat, soaking wet trying to protect our camera gear. 

Steve loading his board and gear. 

Steve loading his board and gear. 

Our boat man "Man."

Our boat man "Man."

A window into another World. 

A window into another World. 

Steve hopping in the water at Desert Point. 

Steve hopping in the water at Desert Point. 

Anchored down, fighting the current. 

Anchored down, fighting the current. 

After about half an hour of heavy downpour, the rain started to cease and sky began to clear. Once again, we were in paradise. We eventually made our way back to Secret Island but only to find out that Lindsey had some money stolen while we were out on the boat all day. With the natural loss of trust in the staff, (the only others on the island) we decided to leave after the first day. It was the first time any of us had anything taken the whole trip, unfortunately it had to happen at one of the most beautiful spots on earth. We talked for a while and discussed our options and decided that the next plan of action would be to leave the Gili Islands and slowly head back to Canggu on Bali Island, a place we had grown fond of because of its relaxed vibes, party scene and heavy hipster surf culture. We knew a couple days in Canggu would raise our spirits and being that the airport we would fly out of was only twenty minutes away, we had to head that direction anyways. Instead of flying back over to Bali Island in the small plane we took over in the first place, we would instead catch a ferry over. Figuring out the logistics of this all became quite a challenge. Between the four of us we had six bags, one surfboard and only two mopeds. We would first need to ride over to the ferry in the dark, catch it before it leaves for a night voyage, find places to sleep on the deck or wherever we can as we were already exhausted, then ride the bikes all the way to Uluwatu which would take us a few hours. We would stay at Balangan Beach in UluwatuIt for a night then keep heading West to Canggu. It was going to be an insane mission, but we decided to go for it. 

Steve and I rode one of the mopeds, with Steve driving as he has had a lot more experience on bikes than I ever have. I had a backpack on my back as well as his bag strapped to my chest, the third bag near his feet. Cameron and his girl had the other bike, same set up as us but they also had the surfboard as their bike was the only one with a board rack. It was a crazy sight to see, although for the locals this was amateur stuff. I felt like they were all laughing saying things like "throw three kids on the back and then come and talk to me." 

Upon arriving at the small port where we were to depart on the ferry, we made our way into the line of locals also waiting to do the same. Other than one or two others, we were the only white people out of about 300 Indonesian locals. With sleepiness and boredom in our minds we began trying to entertain ourselves by being the obnoxious and loud American's we are. Fortunately for us, a local lady thought it was hilarious and everyone else was too tired to care. The entrance of the large ferry finally opened and a sea of people flooded in, scooters and all. It was one of the craziest things I have ever experienced. 

Steve moving slowly in a sea of people. Trying not to get run over. 

Steve moving slowly in a sea of people. Trying not to get run over. 

As we slowly moved with the large mass into the bottom cargo hold of the ship we began making our way towards the edges of the crowd, closer to the staircases that ascended to the top decks. We quickly regrouped and found a spot away from everyone else at the edge of the boats railing. While we tried to get comfortable a local man came up and tried to sell us "just add hot water" Mi Go Rang noodles (like ramen but way better) for way too much money. We bargained and bargained but the guy wouldn't budge on price. I was starving so I finally agreed and purchased one from the man while my friends went and found fresh food for way cheaper elsewhere on the boat. I felt stupid for spending $2.50 when they only spent $1.50 but it became something to quickly laugh about. It seemed like the whole trip I was always the one getting swindled into paying way more than I should have. (Gotta love that exchange rate!) While eating our noodles, we recognized one of the ladies up on the top deck. She was the local lady laughing at our silliness an hour earlier while waiting in line. She approached us with a warm smile and offered us bunks to sleep in on the inside of the boat. We pondered it over and decided to take a look at the sleeping quarters. It was humid and loud outside and we were all exhausted.  With no place to lay down and sleep on the 5 hour voyage, a bed was a God send. We walked into an air conditioned room with four bunk beds, a man pointed down to a lower bunk and said it was available. The price was unbeatable, just a few American dollars. I threw my backpack down into the bunk, paid the man and passed out a few minutes later. Other than getting woken up an hour later to the same man telling me to switch bunks, the trip was a breeze. I slept the whole time, and finally woke up to the boat's blow horn sounding the signal of arrival. We were back in Bali. 

Feeling fully rested and ready to get moving, we still had another 2-3 hour trip on scooters to get to our next destination. This became one of the gnarliest things I have every done. We all managed to get back on our two scooters, luggage, surfboards and all but while making our way towards Uluwatu got stuck in heavy Indo downpour. We made it off the road safely and found a covered area to park the bikes while the streets began to flood. Unless the rain stopped soon, we were going nowhere quickly. After waiting under the covering for a half hour we decided that the flooding and rain was subsiding and it was safe to continue on.

An hour later, we were sitting on a deck over looking Uluwatu beach watching massive set waves come in and destroy the guys trying to surf them. We found some spotty wifi and searched air b&b for a decent place to stay. Later that day we found a beautiful spot at Balangan Beach with thatch roof bungalows and a beautiful pool. Taking advantage of the relaxing atmosphere and vibe we kicked back and enjoyed the hot and humid day in the pool. Sipping on large green bottles of cold Bintang, we discussed what we would do for the next couple days before flying home. Steve and I decided to head back to Canggu like planned and meet up with a couple of friends that had just arrived, while Cameron and Lindsey would head elsewhere. The next day we departed without our Colorado friends and made our way back to the little hipster town we had enjoyed so much at the beginning of our trip. Upon arriving we met up with our two friends from back home in San Diego. The four of us spent the next two days eating cheap food, drinking cheap beer and sharing stories from our recent travels. The end of the trip was near, but we were excited to be going home. No matter how amazing the world around me is, no matter how much I see and learn and no matter how many rad people I meet, going home to San Diego is always a blessing. We said goodbye to our friends and arranged for a taxi to pick us up and take us to the airport. It had been an amazing trip, but we were exhausted and ready to go home. Slowly making our way through the airport, we stopped for one last Mi Go Rang meal and headed towards our gate. Although we were leaving Indonesia, we had to make one more stop before making our way back to the United States...CHINA. 

VIVA Friends and Family Launch Party.

Last month we threw a little shindig in our friend's backyard to show our line and give everyone a chance to see what we have been up to. Here are some photos from that night taken by Co-founder, Ben. 

Live music was played all night, thanks to Colton and friends.

Live music was played all night, thanks to Colton and friends.

We have partnered with Reeco Surfboards for 2017 and are stoked to sell and ride his boards. He also makes rad knives like these ones below. 

We have partnered with Reeco Surfboards for 2017 and are stoked to sell and ride his boards. He also makes rad knives like these ones below. 

The handles are made from repurposed surfboard stringers and resin. Keeping the waste out of landfills

The handles are made from repurposed surfboard stringers and resin. Keeping the waste out of landfills

Showing off Reeco and BEN P. Shapes.

Showing off Reeco and BEN P. Shapes.

What a fun night, thanks everyone for coming! Till next time..

What a fun night, thanks everyone for coming! Till next time..