6TH ANNUAL ULUWATU SINGLE FIN CLASSIC





Uluwatu proved once again why it stands as one of the world’s most iconic surf arenas, as the 6th Annual Single Fin Classic turned the cliffs into a festival of surf, music, and community. Over the weekend, fans, surfers, and locals came together to celebrate the timeless spirit of surfing, with flawless waves and an electric atmosphere from start to finish. The energy kicked off with Friday’s opening ceremony before rolling straight into two days of non-stop action.

From sunrise to sunset, the reef came alive with clean, powerful sets that tested both style and grit. Spectators lined the cliffs, cheering every drop, carve, and wipeout, while Single Fin’s decks became a hub of music, laughter, and stories shared between heats. The stoke carried through each moment, blending competition with the unmistakable laid-back vibe of Uluwatu.

The highlight of the weekend, as always, was the surfing itself. The Masters division saw Joe De Santis claim the win with smooth, powerful lines, while Finn Murphy announced himself as one to watch with a dominant performance in the Juniors. In the Men’s, Joey Keogh rose to the occasion with a mix of precision and flair to take the crown. The Women’s title went to Siena Hanna, whose stylish surfing and composure won over both judges and the crowd.

But beyond the champions, the Single Fin Classic was about more than titles. It was a gathering of generations, from local legeénds to young groms, all sharing waves, stories, and stoke. Each evening, as the sun dropped behind the Indian Ocean, the celebration continued with music and good times on the cliff, embodying what makes the event so special.

The 6th Uluwatu Single Fin Classic wasn’t just a competition — it was a tribute to surfing’s culture and community. Until next year!

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