Tales from the Underground: Episode 3 “The Dreaded LayDays…Well…Sort of…”

One by one we awaken in the dark…battle weary and mentally drained from all the tunnel time the afternoon before. We head straight back to the scene of yesterdays crime…typical behavior of a mutinous group of scurvvy dawgs. Its smaller and 2 boats are already there. After last night…they can have it. We head over to another island (theres no shortage of islands and atolls to break up the swell and accommodate the winds round’ these parts), this island playing host to a shallow left hander on one side and a down the line right hander. The right is a bit onshore and fast yet on the right board super fun. The left is smaller, hollower, and perfectly groomed by the light offshores. The crew casually splits and has a go on each. TImmy, the culinary wizard, takes a moment between serving up 5-star feeds to show the boys a thing or two at the left on his booger. I opt to take my 6’6″ 80s Tom Curren Black Beauty inspired “Dark Beauty” out to the right to get some time on it before its truly needed. It’s a unique craft that excels in bigger down-the-line type waves, with quite a bit more meat than a modern concaved shortie and a full length vee bottom and hard edge…the thing is a cadillac that glides into bombs with ease and melts into the wave face all while effortlessly cruising at warp speed. All in all…the swell is a bit slow and everyone is taking advantage of just cruising before the next round of swell and its actually quite neccesary because our wave count from the first few days has taken its toll. Cliff and Nader took off to the “other” left up the way and got a few before we reconvened to pull anchor and motor off a few clicks up the way to another setup.
Our destination is epic setup at the edge of the open ocean. We moor up in a deep channel carved into a two sided reef pass. Theres an deep water outside left thats a little overhead but can get very menacing. When it starts pushing 2x overhead it turns into a full on ledge keg that may as well be Teahupoo to us mortal Florida boys. Theres also two inside waves that, though shallow as can be, are perfect little skateparks. Since the premier wave isn’t doing its thing…the crew opts to have a little fun on the inside. We trade off little funpark style rights that would attract everybody and their mother to come out of the woodwork if this were South Florida but luckily for us…the only pests are each other and the random horsefly. We all get our fill and donate some blood to the reef before we head in for another Bintang fuel cruise into the Mentawais sunset followed by Aussie barbie on the top deck. It’s a hard life…
We awaken the next morning to my favorite sound…clunk…clunk…clunk…clunk. The soothing sound of a heavy duty anchor at 5am…we’d have it no other way. We return to our edge of the earth oasis and the swell is still down but plenty fun by our standards. A riphouse morning sesh goes down at the skatepark followed by a late morning chill/decompress. Some take this time to steer clear of the searing Indo sun as theres better ways to slow cook meat while others hop the tin boat and go for a fish. The boys return with two GTs and that puts our fish count at 3 including a Wahoo yesterday. We’re gonna have to do better than that! Says me from the lounge. With a few hours to go til dark we hit the outside left and snag a few. Everybody gets a good one or too and Nader got the best beating he’s had since his Puerto Escondido days as a wee lad. Another successful day or surfing, fishing, and livin’ is celebrated as we motor off into the sunset. Will more swell show? Will the fun and games come to end? Will will we be forced to slay behemoth and beast alike? Find out soon on NightmareShapes presents Tales from the Underground…
…and if it doesn’t happen soon…just wait longer…

Tales from the Underground Episode 2: “Into the Belly of the Beast”

Nobody can sleep. Jetlag gets the best of all as one by one our heros convene in the lounge surprised yet finding solace in the fact that everybody’s clocks are farked. “I’ve been staring at the ceiling since 2am” is a comon theme amongst all. Countless coffees and wisecracks later…light begins to creep from the horizon. Our location becomes clearly apparent to the Indo vets onboard. A notorious left that breaks over a very shallow coral shelf which happens to be pushed up against the shoreline of a small island. When a set comes through the water draws off the shelf almost creates what looks like a small waterfall in front of the takeoff. Basically the most beautiful setup imaginable until you take the wrong wave and get pushed up against the shoreline which may as well be made of 10,000 razorblades.
The tide was dropping and the wave was quite manageable…for what it is. Head high plus on the sets and quite fun really. The crew posted up and the barrels were a plenty. Every pirate got their fair share of the booty. Cliff and Nader once again claimed most hours in the water as the geriatric elderly surf nazis have truly aged like a fine wine, choosing only the choice sets and spending more time in the lineup than most people go to work for the day. It was a cruisey, fun morning…and then the tide turned…
Sitting in the lounge resting and getting inspiration quotes from Kenny Powers on the tele, one couldnt help but notice out the porthole…the surf started to look good…really good. Part of the crew headed back out in the afternoon. After seeing a few good ones the rest of the crew joined. It was bigger than it looked. 2x overhead were on the regular and the waterfall draw off the shelf was in full effect. It was on and the only people out were us. A massive one would come in and the hootin and hollerin was in full effect. If you were in the spot you had no choice. There were plenty of floggins’ and beatins’ handed out as well. The pressure would build everytime somebody made an epic one. With the 2 wave set of the day going to Nader and the Hearth. Nader got the first one and Hearth the second with Captain Martin calling the Hearth’s a 10. Not being one that likes being out done, I went on the next biggest one that came through only to get obliterated. There was no shortage of carnage and glory. Exactly what we came for.
The Darkhorse Award of the day goes to Xavier on the bodyboard. The guy probably made 50+ tubes. It was ridiculous. One after the other. Keg after keg until he took a behemoth, which he rode through the end section and made, but ended up getting washed onto the island and lets just say, he had to enjoy a long walk on the beach complete with a bloody ass and a green horsefly escort.
As the sun set we were spent. Bintangs on the bow and smiles you couldnt chizzle off our faces. Day 2 success celebrated with another epic meal by Timmy (who got his fair share of tunnel time as well) followed by a “constructive criticism”, peanut gallery, bintang inspired slideshow of the days endeavors. Hundreds of photos and laughs later we were spent from one of the best days surfing any of us have had…but we couldnt help but wonder how we got so lucky?…

*Chris came out and made a confession to the crew, obviously after enough “truth serum”…The first night in Indonesia before we boarded our vessel…during what I like to call “The Witching Hour” which is late at night, under the influence, when things seem to be a “good idea”…he had wandered off into the streets of Padang and returned with some sorta Indo jewels and a statue of a little man. A talisman, or idol you may say. The shaman who sold it to him said it would bring “luck” to those who bear it. Long story short… the idol now resides at the center of the table in the lounge. Whether its a good idea or not we have named him Jobu and fill his cup with Rum in order to secure more perfect surf. But the indos have warned us…”It’s very bad to drink Jobu’s rum…It’s very Bad”…

Will our heros continue to score? Will they face their inner demons and slay more behemoths? Will some dumbass drink the wooden statues rum and compromise the safety of our party? Will KB ever grow up and write like a normal human being? Find out next time on NightmareShapes presents “Tales from the Underground”…

Tales from the Underground: Episode 1 “Time Travel and the Un-Anticipated Change in Reality”

Its that time of year again and South Florida’s flattest season is upon us. The time has come to GTF outta here. Usually “normal” people would prepare for a trip halfway around the world far in advance, 6months to a year of anxiety and anticipation normally preceding it. This group if far from “normal”. With Pompano natives and seasoned travelers Cliff Maddock and Nader Taha leading the last minute charge of insanity, it would be only be safe to assume that such endeavors would attract like-minded “characters”. So with only a few weeks notice, a motley crew of pirates consisting of Andre “The Giant” Dreyfuss Esquire, male model Robert “The Hearth-Rob” Martin, Christopher “The Bandageman” Mckinley, and of coarse the all-knowing dark deity and master of the greatest surfboard brand known to the world of man, NightmareShapes, me…Kane Barrie…have indeed come together to embark on another quest to seek out some world class surf.
The beauty of such short notice is that theres no time to get anxious because you suddenly become so busy trying to get all your stuff together before taking off for two weeks that the deadline almost comes too soon. Hence you are never plagued with this “I cant wait!!!” hooplah. For instance in my own experience…38 surfboards in 4weeks, multiple all-nighters, and far too delirious to think about the prize at the end of the tunnel means: you’re on that plane before you know it and welcome 30+hrs of sitting down and doing nothing…
Miami, Qatar, Malaysia, Indonesia, jetlag, time travel, airports, hotels, hangovers, and a diverse taste of multiple cultures bring us to the port where the Indies Trader 3 makes birth. Here we are joined by the rest of our crew: Xavier Bastian and Jesus Morgando…two legends and close friends from Australia, as well as Lensman extraodinaire David Burden, The Culinary Wizard Tim Everingham, our fearless leader Capt. Martin Daly, and the rest of the Indies Trader Crew.
We motor off into the vortex that is the Mentawais Islands. With Capt Martin steering us well off the beaten path we set out to do what we are destined to do the next 2 weeks: Rape, Pillage, and Plunder the saltwater playground where nothing else matter besides feeding our selfish inner-childlike thirst for good surf…because for the next two weeks that is the only purpose of our existence…
The first morning we are greeted with a magical little right hander that wraps around an sandy atoll in the middle of the ocean…some would even say “Snapper Rocks, Australia in a fish tank with only you and your friends”…I would say…pretty accurate description and the perfect warmup to shake off the months surfing 1-2ft powerchop…All the boys were on it and getting their fill. After hours of destroying ourselves we motored off to a left to appease the goofy footers to close out the day. Capping it off with a few sunset Bintangs and an insane Spanish Mackeral Curry feed by Tim, we pretty much were all around winning on Day 1…and with a new swell on the way things only seem to be on the up…Will our heros succeed in their quest? Will they get completely kegged off their faces? Or will they end up being grated into fishfood when the swell switch turns on? Find out over the next 2 weeks on NightmareShapes presents “Tales from the Underground”

Tales from the Underground: Episode 7 “The Spreading Infection of Sea Madness”

 

Day ??

What day is it?  Does it matter?  All I know is the days have become a blur and the mission at hand is to get barreled off our faces so we motor north back to a familiar area but drop anchor at an atoll we have yet to visit on this voyage.  A magical little island that splits the swells making for a racetrack right point on one side and a throatier left version on the other.  Unfortunately the winds and swell predominately favor one side usually…”BOO HOO!!!!”, as salty tears creep down my sun scorched face…”U mean I have to surf glassy, 3-4 ft point style rights?” “WTF!?!?!”…what a bunch of brats hey?…One by one we fill the empty lineup.  Ultimately having mock heats and writing each other off.  The cool thing about this spot is on this particular day there where a few swells from different directions hitting, which doesnt make for a razor’s edge point but a few different sections with different faces to each one.  This broke up the massive crowd of 8 and somewhat defeated the notorious shredder Nadar Taha’s heat strategy of sitting up top and waiting for the choice bombs as grade-A sets were popping up and down the reef.  Sneaky Fwed sat at the end of the line most of the sesh and eventually I caught onto the fact that hes was picking off more waves than anybody on the end section that nobody could make from up up top.  It was interesting to see everybody’s different strategies and we all got good ones…As I write this I couldn’t recall what we had for lunch but I’m sure It was one of Tim’s culinary masterpieces of epic proportion consisting of the fresh wahoo that JRoy brought in the day before.  A few of the boys went for the arvy sesh and scored some more good ones.  Being completely exhausted…I opted for the food induced coma.  I awaken to the boys coming in…”you snaked me…he won the heat…i had priority…no I did…that wasnt a 8.5…ect”…bummed I missed out on the camaraderie but needed the extra rest as there was supposedly more swell on the way…Once again an epic meal thanks to Timmy and photo review thanks to the legendary Dave, not “Dan”, Burden as I have ignorantly refered to him as…now I know why theres a photo or 2 that make me look “silly” to say the least…eventually everybody’s poison, mine being Bintangs, sends them to there quarters and the boat rocks us to sleep like babies…

 

Day??…lets just say the day after yesterday…

We hit the right first thing…playful conditions continue at the racetrack with long, glassy, down the line walls…everybody is in and out more or less all morning snagging their share of fun 3-4ft runners.  Chris wins the award for “best ding” taking a fin to his head and asking “am I bleeding?” as blood poured down his face in the lineup.  A minor gouge and not wanting to shave his stylish hair-doo led to Timmy military style super gluing the wound shut.  Theres an unspoken vibe consistent amongst our crew: we’re all feeling good and surfing good and want to put it to the test in big barrels.  Yet we’re at the mercy of nature and can do nothing more than enjoy our time in paradise…and enjoy we do…after a fun surf…Timmy whips up an epic beer battered wahoo “fish and chips” for lunch.  A devil wind comes up and the surf is more or less done for the day.  A crew heads to the island to climb the nearby lighthouse.  JRoy and our Indo Captain Chris take off for a spear.  That afternoon our vessel is boarded by the dread pirate “Doris” in search of a stick of butter and a few Bintangs.  Its always entertaining to throw a few back and listen to the colorful antics of the legendary salty dog.  Originally from Burliegh Heads, Australia; he was the first guy to surf Uluwatu in Bali.  He now, and has been for quite some time, runs his own boat the “Raja Elang” and guides surfers and swashbucklers alike through the Ments.  The pirates head back to there vessel and we pull anchor with a coarse set for a mooring for the night.  En route to our destination…as luck would have it Cain pulls in a spanish mackerel setting us up for more choice shashimi.  With everybody exhausted we had an early dinner, grilled wahoo, split peas, and a pumpkin mash.  We capped the evening with another photo review and many awards handed out.  I reckon the best award was handed to me but thats not for print…we fade off one by one with dreams of more surf…what will the new dawn bring our heros?…will this repetitive cycle end?…do we want it to end?…will we score the humunga cowabunga?..find out next time on Tales from the “this can’t possibly be interesting anymore” Underground…

Tales from the Underground: Episode 4 “Slow Cooked Meat and Sunburn Treats”

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk…the most beautiful sound to grace our sleeping ears every morning as the anchor is pulled and the day is on. After a quick surf check at the spots we had called home for the previous 2 days a council amongst the elders is called at the breakfast table and the decisions made lead us deeper into the no man’s land to the south. We pull into a bay on the southwestern shores of an uninhabited island…home to a notorious deep water left known for its punishing hold downs as well as rewarding freight trains to glory. The left was working and Doris, the sneaky pirate he is, was already on it with his crew of swashbucklers. It didn’t matter as depending on who you were to ask, especially Cappy and myself, the true hidden gem of this little wave oasis is the mutant righthand semi-slab on the far inside of the bay. The beauty of this hidden treasure is it looks like nothing from the back because the waves have no backs as they unload picture perfect barrels across the shallowest bottom we have encountered thus far. High risk high reward at a spot so perfect its not hard to get over-confident and find yourself on the inside doing the spider monkey swim to avoid contact with 10,000 razorblades. We were out there. Cappy, Cain, and I didn’t even look at the left. Eventually our whole crew was out trading off head+ right tunnels. We surfed a marathon sesh and didn’t want to get out even after the winds came up, which was a few hours into it. Timmy had to pull us out of the water, “We’re goin around the corner where its offshore and reeling ya slack carntts!!!” Tim’s always on top of it whether its putting us into shallow slabs, or keeping us well fed and firing, or joining all the boys in one of our “constructive criticism” peanut galleries…the guy is an all around legend…We ran a few clicks south to one of my absolute favorite spots in the world to surf. A name withheld right-hander that resembles a perfect day at Snapper Rocks, Australia but in crystal clear water wrapping around a tiny little atoll poking its head above the surface and without 10,000 of your best mates. The reef below is lit up with so many different colors you feel like your sitting in a giant fish tank. With everybody beat from the first sesh…Cappy, Tim, and myself traded off chest+ machine like peelers for hours. We eventually were letting the B+ ones go by because exhaustion was making the long paddle back out quite slow and draining and it wasn’t worth using those last little bits of energy unless it was a golden set from Posieden himself. We wrapped it up and headed in exhausted and beat down from hours of paddling in the searing equatorial sun. I can think of quite a few better ways to slow-cook meat other than roasting ourselves in UV for hours but you gotta pay to play I reckon…It was 4:00 pm and we called it a day and with earlier whispers of piano coladas…George and I were on the blender with a smorgasbord of fresh fruits…did we have a clue what we were doing?…no…but how could you go wrong with fresh fruit and rum? Flash foreword 2 hours and who knows what psycho-babble jargon is coming out of my mouth…Cappy’s got a boom box on his shoulder and he’s dancing up a storm that would impress Michael Jackson…Chris thinks he’s the late Oderus Urungus of Gwar with a mouthful of meat saying “I’m gonna kill you in the night with a battle axe”…we’re here for a good time not a long time and our cheeks hurt from laughing…we were thoroughly enjoying our evening yet meanwhile unbeknownst to us at the time…Cliff, Cain, and Tim were on adventure of there own on the tin boat…they rolled back up to the boat screaming as they had landed a dog tooth tuna, a spanish mackerel, and a GT…we will be eating very well over the next few days…after the fish were filleted and the blood stains were cleaned…we all sat down to a massive feast of fish, lamb, beef, mixed salad, potatoes, ect…an epic meal to cap a great day off…finishing up with yet another “constructive criticism” photo review leaving all parties involved in need of a clean pair of trousers and a cheek massage from laughing so hard…can it get any better? will our heros discover bigger, better, more menacing surf? will we end up Tom Hanks on a deserted island? find out next time my little kiddies on Tales from the Underground…

 

Tales from the Underground: Episode 4 “A Sour Taste of the Dreaded Layday”

We hold tight hoping for a repeat of the previous evenings gold and the spoiled brat in us all is hoping its bigger, cleaner, hollower, scarier…but its not…devil wind and a slight decrease in swell=a bunch of Floridian crybabies whinging over one spot being head high and onshore…oh the ironic horror of having to surf onshore conditions! We jam back to the other left and its a little inconsistent yet offshore and fun nonetheless…JRoy’s froth level is through the roof and heads out on his own for almost an hour scoring overhead peelers in an empty lineup…Tim our golden chaperone and photographer extraordinaire Dan joined him on the sponges and the three traded off beautiful glassy runners…I witnessed a few good ones while typing some silly story on my computing device and dropped what I was doing to get out there. We traded a few fun ones…a few more of the boys came out…a few decided to lounge and take this opportunity to rest up for things to come. JRoy owned the sesh and must of had some telekinetic zen relationship going with huey because he seemed to have been granted the powers of the wave magnet and the few sets that did pulse gravitated straight towards him…all in all a fun sesh but not the sketchy death slabs were searching for on this treasure hunt…Which is why we relocated to the “other” left…and just like the first Endless Summer…”You shoulda been here yesterday”…which we were but today was plagued with devil winds and less swell making for choppy closeouts on a dry coral shelf…We chilled the rest of the afternoon…watched a few movies and surf vids…Cliff said if we play “Ward Stories” one more time he was throwing it overboard…so we hid our tube riding bible for the trip in the deepest parts of the hull to keep her safe…we really have a great crew onboard because everybody is a good sport constantly writing each other off which makes for plenty of laughs…that afternoon we all caught another fun sesh at the left…nothing to write home to mom about…and when the wind went slack we went back to the death left for a few…it was small with a few 3-4ft sets…Chris popped his slab cherry on a round insider and eventually got his leash ripped off…lucky this guys hobbies include long walks on the beach because retrieving your craft from this place in fact requires…long walks on the beach and eventually long walks on dry coral…luckily the legend Tony “Doris” Eltherington was there and loaned Chris some booties but not without a tax in the form of a few Bintangs…George, Cliff, and Nadar scored a few more nuggets and the day was called…an amazing Thai meal from Tim and another R-rated photo review with no detail going unnoticed and every minor flaw being called out made for another evening of laughs and banter…tomorrow we head somewhere is search of more treasure to quench our insatiable thirst for more tunnel time…North? South? Do I have any clue what I’m talking about? I don’t know but what I do know is…stay creepy and keep lurking next time on …Tales from the Underground…

 

Tales from the Underground: Episode 3 “Pillage, Plunder, Bribes, and Mutiny”

We awaken to a notorious area down south…the winds are right at a long rifling left…the surf is 2-4ft…and we’re in the vicinity of multiple world class waves. Only problem, if there can be a problem in such a beautiful locale, was a fair few other boats had the same idea. The lineup filled to 15 or so pretty quickly but when a few of our crew got out it was pretty evident that 3/4 of the crowd was sitting inside and want nothing to do with the sets which was absolutely cool with us! Cappy was straight off the tin boat into a wide one and threaded a tunnel for what seemed like forever. I watched the whole thing while trying to escape the treacherous shallows of the inside from the wave before. Most of the other boats are comprised of aussies…they can be a rough bunch if you don’t understand them…and if even if you do…they can still be…all the Aussies in the water this day happened to be from the Gold Coast, where I rested my head and fine tuned my craft for 3 1/2 years. Half of them had been to the shop I worked at and were riding boards from some of my good mates! Small world indeed and it made for a friendly session. Everybody scored fun waves and of coarse the elderly dynamic duo logged more hours than anybody. The conditions change so fast here. For about 40 minutes when most of us where between surfs…the left reef/point started really opening up with Nadar and Cliff threading overhead tunnels down the reef. Nadar claims the longest tunnel he’s gotten in the Ments to date. Some of the boys went for a spear with Capt Cappy while the others were gearing up to hit the left again upon receiving the news of Nadar’s tunnel time. It was at this point the heavens smiled upon us and the wind went slack and Tim, our legendary guide through the Ments said, “Hold tight boys…we’re relocating”.

We had been watching a menacing left around the corner that comes out of deep water and hits a shelf so abruptly it continues to grow open until it slams dry against the craggy coral ridden shore of an atoll. A picture perfect pipeline shorebreak…but there isn’t a shore. Kind of a stupid wave that sticks to the code of “high risk high reward”. Another boat beat us there but they were good blokes and openly said they didn’t want anything to do with the bombs. Nadar has a magical relationship with the spot as he’s spent a lot of time at the mercy of her liquid jaws and has made plenty of flesh sacrifices to the inside reef. Within 20 minutes he had already gotten the barrels of the trip so far. Cappy and myself were gonna do our best to rob him of that title. We did our best but the spot kept handing Nadar the gems. We had to resort to something more cutthroat. Cliff, Cain, Josh, and Fwed joined us with everybody getting their best waves of the trip. The first blunder of the trip took place when Cain mistook “NO, NO, NO!!!!” for “GO,GO,GO”, and this being a no hesitation wave himself and Nadar took some serious doughnuts.* They were both ok and all was good because everybody got the waves of the trip so far. We surfed into the evening and it ended up being one of those magical session where the froth level is so high everybody is laughing and feeling alive. Beers, high-fives, laughs, an epic meal, and a “constructive criticism” photo review took place. “Tube Hunter” of the day went to notorious shredder Nadar Taha, who put on a tube clinic at the left. Ironically enough riding a 4-fin NightmareShapes model dubbed “The Tube Huntress”. Many other awards were handed out that night that cannot be mentioned here. We scored the sesh of the trip and accomplished what we came for…so far…but like a bunch of surfers…its never good enough…so we rest our heads looking foreword to what the next day has in store for us…will this be it?…will the tap run dry? find out next time…

 

*this is how the snake story went in my head: (Cappy and I promised Cain a cut of a hidden buried treasure we knew of in the southern atolls, riches beyond his belief and jewels for his fair maiden, if he could take out Nadar a la’ Japanese kamikaze. He obliged, sacrificing himself, and put on his blinders putting himself and Nadar on the inside with Nadar copping 4-5 sets on the head and getting washed down the reef, leaving the true gems up for grabs between George and myself)

 

Tales from the Underground: Epsiode 2 “The Onshore Menace”

Awaken to the sweet, sweet sound of clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk of the anchor chain, being pulled from the depths of the Indian Ocean. We made a plan of attack with Timmy the cook the night before. “Stay Put at Lance’s” as we watched the three other boats sail off into the sunset the previous evening and placed our hopes in the fact that they would be elsewhere in the morning. We were spot on about the boats and awoke to an empty line up. The left had a bit of morning sickness but with the right winds blowing it was cleaning up fast. The group split as George, myself, Nadar, Fwed, and Cain jammed over to a semi-wedge slab “Bintangs” across the bay. We negotiated a current ridden line-up with a rip direction that pushed you away from the take-off spot making for a ironman paddle fest…we got the spot figured out with Cain snagging the tube of the sesh. George also answering back with a few cover-ups. After a bit of a paddle marathon we were spent and headed in for breaky only to find the left looking fun and only three guys in the line-up…being Josh, Cliff, and Chris with the place to themselves. We re-fueled and were about to get out there and what do ya know? The onshores showed there ugly face…didn’t matter though as we jammed to the other side of the island to the right where it was cleaning up quickly. The right was twice the size and tested the limits of our shortboards. We jumped in and out in groups of 2 or 3 with only 2 other guys out. Everybody got a few chunky drops and views as well as doughnuts. Josh prob received the best when he got caught inside of a 2X overhead behemoth that ripped his leash off and sent his NightmareShapes craft over the reef and straight to shore (which came back unscathed if I may…) Realizing there was a lot of water moving and the fact that he wasn’t Michael Phelps he swam back to the boat (which wasn’t exactly close either) and grabbed a paddle board to head in and retrieve it from to local kids already fighting over it! He got it back all sweet and chucked em a leash for there troubles. (yeah the leash that let the board go in the first place!) The winds came back on and we jammed back to the left only to find it empty and glassy. This is getting kinda of boring hey? Empty and Glassy…Empty and Glassy…after an afternoon session at the left (with Fwed winning photo slut of the sesh) we moved back to the right. With an hour or so left of light the right was picture perfect but our luck had run out with the lineup littered with 20+ crew…Most were surfed out anyways but Capt Cappy went out for a crack and snagged a few gems securing his title for most sessions that day. We pulled out from Lances area…fired up the Barbie and motored south…Bintangs…a good meal…and a photo review which was more of a “constructive criticism” session…”barrel dodger”…”pooman stance”…”sweet facial expression”…a lot of “that board looks terrible”…and quite a few others I want to type but for all the kiddies sake we’ll keep it PG…another epic day that I would still call getting our feet wet…the swell is still filling in and were headed south under the cover of darkness…what will the morning have in store for us?…will our heros score or will mother nature punish us?…find out next time on NightmareShapes Tales from the Underground…

Tales From The Underground: Shaking off the Cobwebs

We motored through the night and still have a ways to go at daybreak due to late departure and delayed flights.  We stop off to check Lance’s Right and what do ya know?  It goes onshore right before our eyes.  But the good thing about the Ments is theres always somewhere to go…this time being Lances Left on the polar opposite site of the island where it would be straight offshore.  We roll up to glassy, sunny, offshore 3-4ft (head high+) Lance’s Lefts…3 other boats were there but they were all on there last days and surfed out which made for a mellow lineup.  It was bit lully but everybody was getting good waves and getting a feel for there boards.  Everybody got a taste of the Indies Trader routine which is: surf your brains out…come in…eat a beautiful hearty meal…and right back out there…Cappy and I jumped back out in the afternoon while everybody else was digesting and scored a 30 minute window of an empty lineup and overhead sets…obviously after we got a few good ones everybody else was inspired to paddle out…but it did nothing more than make for a great riphouse session with all the boys.  There weren’t to many barrels to be had and winds came light onshore but it was still super fun.  All the young bucks, including myself, came in after a few hours and joined Timmy, our surf guide/cook/all-around legend and Dave, a british photog living in bali, on the foreword deck for a few bintangs and commentary while the surf nazi marathon session psychos Cliff and Nadar logged in who knows how many hours.  If the waves are pumping and bring them food and sunscreen in the lineup…these guys will surf all day…they’re probably the biggest grommets of the trip eventhough they’re both 100yrs old!…The peanut gallery was in full force but it was more of a roast of my craft.  Any bogged rail, missed wave, mistake, anything…was the shapers fault! I welcomed the constructive criticism and plenty of laughs were had…That evening we motored off to a calm anchorage spot…Tim whipped up another beautiful meal…a balsamic chimichurri marinade on steak and veggies…it was unreal and as an amateur cook i took a few notes…surfed out…and few bintangs…few laughs to end a good warm up day but theres nothing funny about the swell thats coming for us…stay tuned…

Tales from the Underground Episdode 1

 

My name is Kane Barrie.  I’m an artist in the business of making smiles with a medium of shapes, sights, colors, and sounds.  Translation: “I’m a loudmouth surfboard builder, world traveler, ex-heavy metal hero, and a wannabe picas”.  The following is a chronicling of my exploits, opinions, and torpedoes of truth in all things relating to my mutant child which is a surfboard label called : NightmareShapes.

Tales from the Underground Episdode 1: Plutonium, Flux-Capacitors, and 1.21 Jiggawatts

           Being from Florida, it’s not exactly the shortest or most pleasant experience making the epic time-travel journey to the elusive surf of the Mentawais Islands.  It’s one of those things in life where the light at the end of the tunnel is what justifies 30+ hours of trains, planes, and automobiles.  That light literally being a magical playground liquid tunnels that turn full grown men into giddy little children. 

            I’m 1 of a motley crew of 8 South Florida shredders, all crazy enough to embark on such excursions.  Nadar Taha and Clifford Maddock of 2nd street Pompano lineage and owners of 2nd St Surf Shop, being the instigators of such adventures, they have been coming to Ments for 8+ years and Indo since the early 90s.  We also have Capt George “Cappy” Cheshier notorious fisherman and LBS shredder.Christopher Mckinley, former Dunkelvolk CEO…Joshua Roy, skilled welder and tradesman…Cain Moore, skimboarder and shredder extraordinaire…round out a good addition of Lauderdale boys…and Fred Gross, an accountant and Sea Ranch shredder turned to the darkside of Harbour Beach along with myself.  A diverse crew of South Florida boys indeed should make for the antics and camaraderie that live on in legend.

    7 of us traveled by way of the Atlantic and one by way of the Pacific…Myself along with Cappy, Cliff, Josh, and Cain journeyed from Palm Beach to Philly to Doha, Qatar to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia to Padang Indonesia.  That being the most “pain-free” route.  We lucked out with short layovers and no lost board, though my overstuffed bags did result in damaged boards (nothing a self-proclaimed hydrodynamic engineer and composite wizard cant handle).  The other 3 arrived safely though they experienced delays, which can be a game changer when you are taking 4+ flights to the polar opposite side of the world.  Fred as he left Tuesday nightwas stung the worse as he sat in Tokyo for 17+ hours.  We had all left Wednesday and by 11pm Friday night, everybody was aboard the Indies Trader 3, the most sea-worthy of all vessels in the Ments.  With everybody suffering from what I imagine is similar to hitting 88mph in a DeLorean, we hit our bunks to shake off the jetlag and get our heads clear.  The anchor was pulled and our crew departed Pandang under the cover of darkness into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean for what will hopefully deliver all the jewels and treasures we hope for…will our heros score? will they be skunked? will all the surfcraft on the boat not perform resulting in a mutiny and myself being keelhauled?…find out next time on NightmareShapes: Tales from the Underground…