We’ve traded the buzz of South Malé Atoll (hello, Kandooma) for the slow hum of Laamu — a sleepier, more remote corner of the Maldives. Fewer resorts, more local life. We’re now on Mundoo, a tiny island with just 150 legends calling it home. After the 2004 tsunami, most packed up and moved on… but a chilled-out crew stayed. I get it now.
We’re glamping — yep, tents — right on the beach. And I mean on it. King tides lap just 3 metres from the zip. Turns out, staying in temporary digs means you can basically sleep at the water’s edge. Pretty epic.
The waves in this central atoll? Punchier, hollower, trickier. Nearly every one I’ve seen has thrown a barrel. Currents get squirrelly on the tide swings, so a local guide’s essential.
Haven’t seen much over head-high yet, but the swell’s rising. The island vibe is perfect — super low-fi. The soundtrack? Palm fronds rustling, crows cawing, the odd dhoni boat chugging past.
No Wi-Fi passwords. No buffet lines. Just ocean, reef, and sandy feet.
If you want to camp on this remote beach, hit up the crew at Perfect Wave Travel — they’ll sort you out.
Adios, Uge
