This image and the accompanying photos hit the Tracks inbox like a scream in blue, just begging for our instant attention. It was only a few days before we were due to go to print, but how could we say no to all that coral-bottomed, curling crystal. These were other-worldly pictures from a place with no name – well at least no name that Sheldon Simkus and Soli Bailey were prepared to divulge, and we agreed to preserve the mystique. Photographer Andrew Shields was, however, willing to furnish our imaginations with a little commentary. “It’s all pretty vibrant,” he insisted. Reef fish everywhere, turtles everywhere – birds too.”

Asked if it felt sharky to swim and take photos, Shieldsy, who has spent more time bobbing in water than an Olympic Water Polo player, maintained his laconic tone over the phone. “I guess the water is so crystal clear you’d probably see them coming.” 

Soli wrangled with the question of divulging details that might giveaway the location but ultimately decided that making specific references didn’t sit well with him. I guess you could say he still appreciates the role mystique can play in surfing, the notion that the reward will be far greater if you find a wave for yourself.

Soli is planning to do a bunch more trips like this, roaming the margins and hunting for waves in obscure regions, zigging where the mainstream surfing masses zag. “This is the first time I’ve hit gold this year, chasing ghosts around The Pacific,” he muses. “It’s a prelude to adventures ahead.”

You can read the full story behind Soli and Sheldon’s adventure in Issue 606 of our mag. It also features an extended picture spread from the mission courtesy of Shieldsy. Click here to subscribe and get a copy delivered to your door, as well as full digital access to everything in the edition.