When I lived in Perth for 6 months, working in a hostel, I was living the good life. The hostel was right across the street from the beach. I’d open the coffee shop and the mixture of scents of sea salt from the waves and colombian coffee roast would hit me. This is where I want to be. On the days where I worked afternoon shifts, I’d experience the urge to pack my board and head for the dunes and watch the waves rippling across this coastal tug of war. Hardly anything beats swimming against the warm currents and riding them back to shore in the early hours of the day, when the beach is yours alone.