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Saturday 19th May 2012 Time:
04:10am San Diego /
12:10pm London /
09:10pm Sydney
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"A
Fun Approach To Surfing" OceanFever.net
- Your Surfing Community
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The Boat Trip - Indo
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There
is only so much of Kuta you can take, even when there is surf, returning to
it's evil clutches is enough to test any mans resolve, add to that a week of
no surf and the arrival of party animals Karl Christ, Bjorn Storey and Smitter
means life just deteriates into one night out after another! So at last the
day dawned when we could get on the boat and sail off to score perfect un-crowded
waves,un-crowded if you consider sharing the breaks with ten other boats laden
with euro's, yanks,aussies and brazo's. |
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But
when you look at it from there point of view, your sitting out at a lonely reef
on Lombok, you spy a boat approaching pretty quick, you're relieved to see no
sign of surfboards on deck, it pulls up, and then to your horror ten spongers
pile over the hand rail and are sprinting to the line up to sit deeper and catch
more waves than you! Thatwas the potential scenario but as we left Noosa Lembongan,
Indo was suffering a long flat spell so getting in the water at all was looking
unlikely.
Morning dawned in the
middle of the lombok straights with a new swell running underneath our boat,
on surveying our surroundings it soon became obvious we were leading a pack
of four other boats heading for the world renound but notouriously fickle
Desert point. On arrival it was clear there was a new swell, Deserts doesn't
get much swell and it was about head high on the biggest sets. The bad news
was that there were eight boats there in total! Our boat piled in and within
twenty minutes had got out again, it was smaller than it looked, very rippy
and very over crowded! Time to move on to our overnoght moorings at the North
end of Lombok on the little island of Gillie Air. Now on every trip you get
some surprises in the way of surf, and Gillie Air served up our surprise.
The reef we were moored behind had a perfectly foiled two to three foot righthander
barrelling down it with no one out and a perfect evening glass. The whole
boat bailed in for some action and as the last hour of light slowly slipped
away we finally got a good surf.
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Next
morning we awoke to swell under the boat motoring towards Scar reef on Sumbawa,
hopes were high on scoring good swell,but on arrival we were faced with four
other boats and a decreasing swell with a light onshore. The only spot worth
surfing was a chest high left hander known as Pussy Peak, it provided some light
entertainment but that was about it. The next five days tested everyone, we
surfed Yo-Yo's once along with twelve other boats, the consistent right hander
was barely enough to get out of bed for so we surfed it just the once. Instead
the following flat days |
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consisted of snorkling, spear fishing and a daily diving contest.
Evenings were spent under the stars, stereo blazzing drinking and catching
squid under the lights of the boat.
On the seventh
day we were finally rewarded, all the other boats on seven day trips had gone,
we were on a ten day trip, and the swell was building. Scars at high tide
was fun but the daily onshore was just taking the edge off it. The tide dropped
all afternoon and the swell got more solid and a lot more hollow. At three
PM the daily thunderstorm rumbled over us and after a brief squall the wind
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started
wafting lightly offshore producing at last some serious barrels. Everyone revelled
in the conditions, Mark Jackman got a bomb pulled into one got sucked over the
falls landed on the foam ball and rode out to everyone's delight. Wall, Prisk,
Christ and Phelps all got pitted off there nuts, Bjorn got wipeout of the day
pulling into the first wave of the set of the day, he got nailed, the rest of
the set washed him up the reef leaving him high and dry and with an interesting
paddle out. At dinner that night spirits were high, the swell was still building
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had scored.
The next morning and high
tide revealed a bigger swell, by ten it was blown out , the day was spent
waiting for the afternoon offshore which had blown every day. every day that
is except today, we watched as the swell built and so did the wind. Danny
ventured in and despite getting a triple barrel wave soon got out as the lineup
was a mess. The trip ended that evening and we made the long haul back to
Bali, we'd scored one epic day in ten, not too good, but spending ten days
on a boat in paradise surfing and spearfishing for tea is not a bad thing!
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