Day Three
Roadtrip Vibes and Hidden Waves
Day Three was a split mission – and a wild one. Waves are rare in Dakhla, and the forecast was good, so we needed to go! One crew headed north to Westpoint: Stefan, Rocco, Nia, Mar, and myself. A classic surf spot with solid swell and clean lines. The waves were rolling in like a machine – not huge, but with enough punch to get the adrenaline pumping. Nia charged some solid sets; Rocco found his rhythm (based out of Lake Garda, he was a surf-newbie) and Mar scored one of the cleanest rides of the day. Every take was full power and for sure a lot of fun.
Meanwhile, further south, Charlie and the twins searched for a secret spot – a wild bay famous for raw energy and unpredictable peaks. Luck was on their side, with a two-meter swell, 14-second period with kickers. The dream. Tom and Aleks went all-in on their double backflips, and after a few wipeouts, they nailed them – clean, controlled, and with perfect light hitting the spray. The cheers from the film crew echoed over the wind.
Different places, different styles, same stoke.



“Another morning where the wind was already whispering at dawn, and the sun climbs slow, covering the lagoon in gold.”
Day Four
PK25 and Dragon Island Magic
We started early again – this time with synchronized chaos. At the PK25 hotel, the plan was to get some synchro jumps and slow-motion tricks. Aleks and Tom took on the timing challenge, and after a few misfires, they were spinning in sync like mirrored dancers.
But the real magic came later in front of Dragon Island. As the tide rose and the sandbanks slowly disappeared under a sheet of water, the entire landscape shifted. The riders glided over inches of water, their shadows flickering just beneath the surface. We had a boat with the crew weaving in and out, camera lenses just above the ripples. It felt cinematic.
Tom tried a one-foot grab that had the crew holding their breath. Nia followed with her own variation, all poise and precision. Rocco and Mar choreographed a sort of synchro routine, playing with angles, speed, and light. And me? I floated through the scene like a bird, with harness tweaks and all. It was one of those sessions where no one wanted to be the first to call it. Not because of the light or the swell – but because it was simply too good to end.


Day Five
Faces Behind the Foils
The last day slowed everything down.
The focus shifted – less on action, more on the people. After four intense days of shooting, we had some good shots already. We captured hands taping boards, eyes squinting into the wind, laughter behind lens hoods. These weren’t the big airs or epic drops – these were the quiet moments that give a project heart.
We also went to explore the dunes and found some camels and the most stunning sunset. Memories you won´t forget. This was the spirit of the trip – not just pushing limits, but showing up for each other, celebrating the simple, shared love for the sport.
Looking back, this wasn’t a regular shoot. It felt like a five-day ride through what it is that makes wingfoiling so special – adventure, creativity, connection. It was great to spend some time together with my teammates, media crew and Stefan Spiessberger and Karin Gertenbach from Duotone. Morocco gave us the canvas. The wind and waves painted the lines. But the real color came from the crew – who made it something real. We came for the action, but we left left with stories. And that’s what sticks.
