in the dawn of our adventure, on the cusp of preexpansion, we discovered a bulletin nailed to the ancient palm tree that spoke of a surfing paradise, a place so pristine and untamed, yet oddly, surfing was banned. with a shrug off of disappointment, we decided to start from the initial point, mapping the coastline, in search of waves that were yet to kiss a board, embodying the spirit of explorers, determined to uncover the secrets of these forbidden waters.