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…