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”…