wanderlust oahu: seek and ye shall find
posted: February 27, 2014
The stunning site of Wanderlust Oahu, Turtle Bay Resort (yes, the Forgetting Sarah Marshall hotel) on Oahu’s fabled north shore
You might not believe me if I told you what I saw yesterday, because there are no pictures to prove it.
The Pacific, sapphire blue and pounding onto the North Shore of Oahu as the sun fell from the sky to touch the horizon. Whales, beyond the breakwater, flicking their magnificent tales above the surface in a casual sort of wave, hello. A DJ pumping tunes into an oceanfront crowd as powerfully and relentlessly as the ocean was pumping onto the lava rock. And a couple hundred colourfully-clad yogis primed to explode with excitement for it all.
Sounds like a scene from the movie The Beach or something, right?
“There’s this rumour going on all around the world that yogis are boring!” shouted yoga instructor Eoin Finn, before igniting the crowd with the yell, “Let’s show them how we freestyle!”
And with that the yoga practice he was leading turned into an impressively loud spectacle of insane dancing, whooping and hollering.
Hmmm. Perhaps if you’ve been to a Wanderlust festival before you’re thinking, “Yep, that’s the vibe!” But I got on the plane from Vancouver to come to my first Wanderlust with no idea what to expect. I mean, I’ve never thought that yogis were boring in the least, but I also didn’t expect this.
Then at last night’s Welcomelust beach party (think: live music, fire, leis, glow sticks and a lot of food, beer and wine), things were confirmed for me. Turns out that after they stretch and sweat and swim in the salty water all day, the tribe that attends Wanderlust really like to get loose.
You’ve probably heard the word “tribe” being thrown about lately; it’s pretty buzzy. And at risk of sounding like a Grade 9 essay, I’m going to define it for you:
“Tribe” is a “social division in a traditional society consisting of families or communities linked by social, economic, religious or blood ties, with a common culture and dialect, typically having a recognized leader.”
Frankly, that’s what I’ve found here, a most interesting tribe. And every one of the 4,000 (I’m told) people at this festival seem to be seeking something. Maybe it’s to deepen their practice, or to learn to surf, or to scare themselves, but the tie back is that all of us have come together as a fluid community for four days. Here, we’re tied together by this adventure we’re on. We will meet new people who may be best friends for a minute or a lifetime, but the moments we are sharing are real. And for now, we are a tribe.
Want to attend Wanderlust vicariously through me for the next few days? There’s a few snaps below to set the scene.
I’m going to talk to some of the most interesting folks I can find around here and share their stories, so loop back in. For now, though, there’s some sweet waves rolling in, so I’m going surfing.
Aloha from spectacular Oahu
Two of the tasty vendors that have set up shop around the Wanderlust zone at Turtle Bay
Frangipanis, or plumeria, have a heaven-sent fragrance
Surfers out in front of the hotel, doing what they love best
A Wanderluster soaks up the serenity between classes
Seek and ye shall find your true north