Passengers: Neil Croft, Darren Holt, James Maguire, Mike Hartwig, Mark Kimura, Rene Strehler, Quinten Symth, Derek Voorspostel, Ronnie Wong.

First charter for 2009 went off with a bang as a mixture of surfers from very different backgrounds came together.

There were first-timers and hardened Indo veterans. There were the Bondi Boyz V The Manly Maniac (Ronnie) and the LA influence (Mark & Mike) to keep the vibe mellow.

After towing in 2008 Jim showed a new found style which saw him charging anything and everything including some serious "Thunders". Darren (The King of Medan) puffed away two packets a day and managed to get some tube time as well to make his comeback complete after a 10 year lay-off.

Once again the Mentawai Islands produced solid waves every day. Not bad for early March!

By Neil Croft

Passenger

Passengers: Chris Duncan, Gary Aitkenhead, Ian Collins, Peter Sharkey, Christopher Russell, Nick Austin, Nick Hogan, Barry Hatch, Andrew Becker, Paul McGroder, John McGroder.

A Typical Day on The Barrenjoey

Well it's all about treating yourself like an amusement park really, one might say. Up with the sun, standing on the deck as the anchor drops in front of yet another perfect wave; world famous breaks which serve up perfect walls of water leaving it up to your own wits, ability and commitment to make of them what you will.

But beware, if only it were that simple! The first obstacle you will encounter for the day is booking sometime in the Head. By the time the first rumblings of that delicious curry you've eaten the night before start to occur Huskisson's favourite son, publican Clash McGroder will have tap danced his way in there to take care of business over a couple of photography magazines before settling down for his first DVD for the day. His brother Cannonballs 'Booties are for Wimps' McGroder is normally long gone by this stage, a mere silhouette in the early morning light ripping the water off the first of his 50 off perfect left handers for the day. Once you do make it into the Head be careful with taking the amusement park thing too far as you may well lose something very precious to you down its throat as when pumped it's as sucky a Bintangs right hander.

You head back up on deck for some much needed fresh air where you will encounter a fairly muscular chap known as the Kickboxer, never one to take a backward step after a skin full of Laras particularly when the other bloke is halfway back to shore. Beside him, zincing his beak up as a few crabs drop out of his boardshorts you might also find a bloke called Hollywood aka Spongearse, the Chemist or the Sorcerer cackling his way into the day and awakening anyone hoping for a sneaky little sleep in. Anyway, 'you can sleep when you die' says Cannonballs McGroder.

Nearby you might also see a guy pulling on his Cathy Freeman racing hood called Pistol Pete. If you haven't already done so you might wish to wait a little while before putting your board in the water; with the help of the aforementioned he will make the waves seem scarce. When you do, keep an eye out for a couple of guys called Fumbles and Mumbles, a lethal combination. While the slight but swift Mumbles enlightens you with a tale which is no doubt brilliant but impossible to understand, Fumbles will start his paddling for a wave which would otherwise be yours. Then, as you are left scratching your head wondering what the hell he was talking about, Mumbles will deftly snake inside both yourself and his mate Fumbles and paddle onto the wave. But thankfully, whilst one hell of team on ship or land, old Fumbles and Mumbles are quite at odds among the waves. So despite Mumbles' less than obvious cries of "No Gary Go", Fumbles will continue his paddling and perform the first of his many spine chilling drop ins nearly decapitating his dear old school buddy and earning himself the perilous pink rash vest in the process.

For some respite you might like to take in the picture perfect surrounds of some of the world's most famous surf breaks (HTs, Macaronis or Lance's Left) but your vision will be interrupted by a rather tall fellow, Cleo who, as many of the fairer sex around the world have done, you might recognise from his days as a lauded bachelor back in the 80's (he also answers to the name Boom Boom!).

Then a guy you might also recognise, not from a magazine but from one of your favourite action thrillers, will paddle up beside you on one of his endless array of rare and expensive surf craft. It's Bintang Barry, so named for his insatiable thirst for the local brew. Despite having just turned 50 he's one of the fitter chaps on the boat and although sparing with his conversation he's a very pleasant fellow. But don't be fooled by his genteel demeanor, BB is just as ruthless as the others when it comes to catching waves. In his characteristic gentlemanly manner he will usher you onto the first wave in the set, a gnarly close out that will put you right in the squeeze box as the other 3 or 4 waves in the set come crashing down on your head. And you will look up from your fear and loathing to see BB surf by smiling gleefully whereupon he might even wave to you as you check into the coral hotel and receive a couple of reef tattoos for your troubles.

So to escape all this lunacy you might like to relax with a quiet spot of angling. Waterlogged and breathless, you paddle back to the boat and slip into a delicious omelet or banana pancake but not before a little guy collects your board which you pass up from the water while he pumps his hips and reprises an 80's dance beat you thought was all but lost (but still obviously gets a fair bit of time in Padang nightclubs) - 'I like to move it, move it, I like to move it, move it...

And so you do, hot footing it onto the Binda Laut with the sweet jingle of an esky full of Bingles not far behind you and the calm fisherman with only one gag, Salamat at the helm. But before you can get away you've got bloody Fumbles, Mumbles, Richo, Hollywood and the Kickboxer sitting alongside you vying for some time on the reel. There goes that idea! But you go anyway because you wouldn't want to miss the catch of the day. So you're sitting around drinking a few Bingles discussing what you've done in the Head that morning and the line gets a hit, but sadly it's not your turn. Instead it's that Fumbles (No Gary Go) guy again who, quite coincidentally, is also the timekeeper for the rotation of taking turns on the rod.

So for half an hour you ride the physical and emotional rollercoaster of pulling in a whopper with Fumbles as he commentates on how it feels to have a fish big enough to pull the whole boat from side to side with it as it runs. Suddenly, just as things seem as though they couldn't get any more hectic, a sea snake tries to claim a seat in the boat and its own share of cold Bingles (can't blame it really). Eventually, you realise that triathlete Fumbles might be as crazy as you thought when it's revealed that what he had on the end of his line wasn't a fish but bloody Gilligan's Island instead. Unfortunately, the Kickboxer's new friends have already set up shop there so Fumbles' claim for local real estate is thwarted.

Just now Richo will start his commentary on the pink again, secure in the fact that he himself has already caught a decent sized fish earlier in the week and so is not a contender for it. But he is swiftly reminded that catching a fish by its tail doesn't really count and pipes down again. The boys assume the thing must have been asleep at the time but this is a question they will save for the captain Heelsy. However, be careful not to ask him too many of those kind of questions as he might fire himself up with a bit of "cap in yo' ass" gangster rap before pulling an aerial and kindly putting a double fin chop in your new board. However, this kind of act rarely goes unpunished on the Barrenjoey and he's awarded the mysterious pink rashy, which claims the young fella by sending him under with a heavy case of Indo flu for a few days.

Maybe a trip to dry land with Hollywood for a massage might be just the tonic you are needing after all these shenanigans. So you head for the surf camp at Macaronis. It's all smiles and light humour when you recognise the trio of Australian, German and Estonian surfers who were stealing all the waves from you that morning. You decide to square up the slate by asking the Estonian, a preacher by trade, what kind of porn he is checking out on his computer. You then decide to break the blanket of silence this has thrown over the room with a little more comedy by asking if the masseur might be willing to give a happy ending. This also certainly doesn't help Barrenjoey/Macaroni Resort diplomatic relations, in fact damages them irreparably, when the young aussie resort manager responds by saying that the masseur is in fact his mother-in-law so a happy ending (and a massage for that matter) is now definitely out of the question. Time to head back to the boat, massageless!

As the day draws to close you'll slip up to the beer garden on the top deck for a wrap up of the day's events, chewing on some mouth watering sashimi and a sucking down a few more Laras in the process. Mumbles will once again have you reeling at the profundity of life when he reminds you when you that you are not here to fuck spiders. In fact, by the end of the trip you'll realise that all this surfing and philosophy stuff is thirsty work as the Bingles case count reaches 55. Then, if you're keen for a little more fleecing and sorcery you might try your hand at a bit of Texas hold 'em in the saloon over a bottle of bourbon, probably not to be missed as it is during this time that you might see the normally measured Cleo open up and pull a few tales from the depths of his war chest.

As you stumble off to bed carefully avoiding the bodies strewn all over the deck you may notice in the moonlight that there's still a guy out there surfing. You look again and he's gone- it must have been a merman you think to yourself. But before you make the cot, keep an eye out for Hollywood's nocturnal alter ego, the Chemist pushing some sort of cure-all on to you in the half light. For any problem you might have - such as the inability to sleep through all the nightmares of having yet another wave pinched by the Kickboxer or Pistol, future relationship problems due to what you saw in the Head's mirror that morning, anxiety over all of the times you've been dropped in on by Fumbles, early onset of deafness you think you might be suffering because try as you might you still can't understand what Mumbles is saying, paranoia due to Richo's pink politicking or some such other common ailment - the Chemist has the answer.

But be careful to read the instructions carefully before taking whatever panacea he prescribes for your particular problem. The wrong pill might see you end up with some deeply disturbing pains the next morning and all of your crew mates sniggering among themselves at breakfast as they murmur to each other the name of a rare but apparently highly entertaining movie called the Donkey Punch.

Yours facetiously,

Geppetto (aka the Organ Grinding Sea Otter)

Passengers: Andrew Read, Tim McGuigan, Richard Edmonds, Richard Rogers, Steve Blackmore, Rob Couriel, Neil Starke, Peter Botterill, and Greg Anson.

So, here we were back again on the mighty Barrenjoey - Lookin' bloody spicko after its latest refit.

It's all feelin' pretty comfortable with plenty of memories flooding around the team of previous adventures. The swell is not so big on departure so we head off for guaranteed waves at Spot X. They ended up being exceptional, 3-4 ft as good as it gets. A great way to get into the Indo grove.

Sick of right handers the lefties wanted some action so of we went to Spot Y, Z and U. The swell hit with some seriously magnificent 3-5 ft clean waves. Barrels everywhere (did I mention to ourselves?). Everything was going off.

Fishing was all time (caught that Dolphinfish I had been trying to get for 4 years!) and the Joey put on the food like never before. No incidents to report, just a little police gunfight in the bushes retrieving Tim's board from a crazy bush man, but details stay on the boat!

Thanks to Hillzee (capt) and the lads for putting it on. Would we go back you ask? Too late, we are already booked. Stoked!

Andrew Read

Passengers: Timothy Nugent, Tristen Hargreaves, Clinton Cartwright, Scott Kohlhardt, Andrew Kohlhardt, Todd Hill, Brett Hill, Rodney Morgan, Stuart Morgan, Neil O'Regan.

It began with a rough crossing and a bit of fish feeding for the Stanwell Park Boys. As the weather cleared, the fun surfing began with some truly amazing beachies!...that's right, beachies. General surf ripping progressed in time with the pulsing swell. To all aboard, it seemed the mid trip 6.3 earthquake only added to the surf. Everyone was scoring some big barrels by the end of the trip. Great fishing supplemented the good times. Some tremendous photos were shared to take home to stir up the mates.

Passengers: Bob Bevern, Rob Bevern, Dave Bevern, Mark Donaldson, Chris Bennetts, Peter Aeria, Graeme Dudley, Ian Mostyn.

The BJ headed into unknown territory for all the passengers. Fun waves everyday. Perfect weather and absolutely no crowds. Everyone had a dig. Bob on his crazy boards, Dono and Pete setting the pace. Grahame was Mr Consistent, scored the best barrel of his life and always had a go. Rob was charging and going deeper than he had ever been. The weather altered at the end of 3 weeks. Huge storms and time to set sail home.

Passengers: Glen Terry, Jason Reed, Stephen McConnell, Matthew Muscio, Wayne Roff, Guy Cubitt, David Edis, Paul Kearns, Darren Roff, George Haskas.

The keys to the Kingdom!

He blurted out after being informed we were to spend 10 days on the "Barrenjoey". Everything was falling into place we had transport to "The Barrenjoey", the swell was pumping and yes Hillsy the skipper produced the keys to the kingdom, 10 days of solid swell, no wind, sunshine, warm water and good fishing.

Our first surf was at "Frothers", sun-cream hastily applied we launched into the waves, 5ft, perfect introduction to the islands, that is until my first hold down welcome to "Indo". There were another 2 sessions that day, then beers at the "Lizard Lounge" followed by a tasty meal a few stories and some zzzz. This first day set the platform for the rest of the charter.

There were plenty of firsts on the voyage, from Indo Virgins (meaning first time surfed in Indonesia - for wives and girlfriends), tow-in surfing, lime smeared reef cuts, fresh sashimi, Surgeon's table scrambles and 10 seconds barrels. This would not have been possible with out a well groomed crew, The Barrenjoey's toys (jet ski, Bynda Laut with her 350hp, snorkeling and fishing equipment) and that magical place the Mentawai Islands.

A big thank-you to Hillsy and the crew for their tireless effort in search of multiple surf breaks, uncrowded waves and perfect conditions. We will be back!

Thank you John & Belinda for helping us get started from the beginning to the end.

Glen Terry

Passengers: Gary Elkerton, Bede Durbidge, Lincoln Taylor, Anton Oscar, Peter Munro, Luke Wundke, Daniel Wundke, Noah Lane, Andrew Shield, Wayne McKewen.

Watching last year's no 2 surfer in the world rip perfect waves was a treat. Lincoln and Noah's goofy attack also held their own. Pete and Wayne found themselves sneaking off to un-crowded lefts. While Anton and Shieldsy captured many moments with various forms of cameras. The brothers Wundke were along for the ride, enjoying every bloody moment from barrels to beers.

It was good to catch up with Kong after saving my skin on another tropical island back in the Quicky Crossing days. The bloke still charges and was constantly revving all the crew to do everything from fish to full rail gouges. His berating of the young guys to stop wasting the waves by attempting aerials was classic. The boys, to their credit, gave him the respect of listening, then would land some feat of flying in the next session. Unfortunately, Luke's trip was cut short due to a painful dislocated shoulder. The only damper on a bloody fine and funny trip.

Passengers: Osamu Kitta, Hirokazu Sugita, Hideki Hayashi, Katsuhito Yasui, Geoff Doig, Stephen Cox, Brian Morton, Glenn McKay, Ronald Goddard, John Nichols, Alysia Doig, Hunter Doig, Reef Doig, Dylan Taylor, Albert Taylor, Samudera Taylor, Mick Wilcomes.

Yet again the Barrenjoey corporation surpassed expectations in providing what many call "The Dreamtrip".

With arguably the most well designed high-speed surf portal being the "Bynda Laut" it is impossible to ignore the Barrenjoey's might in getting the waves you want, fast!!!.......ok, now the real story.

There were 17 people on the boat...

I have personally done over 5 years worth of these trips day in and day out on a lot of different boats in the Mentawais and I don't think that many boats could have handled it quite as well as the Barrenjoey did.

Yeah, there 5 "youthlings" that took over the captains "palace like" state room and took the boats entire supply of anything containing sugar down with them.

Sure there was on 1 hand, a self mutilating big wave maniac who wanted to throw himself into anything that resembled a shallow ledge and on the other, a group of polite Japanese businessmen who liked nothing more than getting away from Kawasaki to surf small fun waves and slice up anything game enough to take the lure on the rods.

First day was 8 foot righthanders if you want them? Next 4 days was the best lefthander in the world, Macaronis with other boat, 3-6 foot and no wind!!! "oh no it went a little onshore" you here a lot on other boats where tubby spoilt "Mentawai Veterans" Whine with a mouth full of shrimp & SolCal accents behind frost bitten climate controlled Air cabin glass.....Nope not on this boat! On the Barrenjoey, you get amongst it, the crew don't swish you off to nanna nap time with palm fronds and refreshment towels....

You want to wrestle with a Giant trevally big enough to eat your family dog?? See Selemat.

You'd like to discuss the finer points of 19th century post-modern impressionist art? Get off!!!!

You have always wanted to experience an authentic Nias Curry? See Chef Elvis.

If you've always dreamed of pre-dinner "Mangoritas" on the back deck in your sports coat, discussing "Kelly's next move" well maybe the Barrenjoey is not for you.

The thing about boats like this is, they make you have fun whether you want to or not.

P.s I think the only guy that was glad it was all over was Elvistico the legend chef who was cooking 50 hrs a day and having 3 sittings in his dining room a night!!!

Thanks to Geoff for inviting me, thanks to Johnny and Bee for letting me and Thanks to Captain Burticus for showing me that figure 8s at 6 knots for 3 hours can be not only entertaining but informative also!

By the great Wilcomes

Passengers: Robert Lemon, Jackson Lemon, Ryan Lemon, Christopher Desmond, Peter English, Robert Elliott, Timothy Gates.

Story coming.......

Passengers: Steven Martineer, Geoffrey Latimer, Bartholomew Milone, Matthew Goodwin, Chad Uphill, Jennifer de Luna, Steven Conti, Craig Sparks, Jeffery Lee.

Passengers: David Gilbert, Chris Mauger, Tim Mauger, Sam Middlemiss, Terry Green, Andrew Mauger, Noah Marshall.

We had a lot of baggage, not the physical type, but the type you get from first visiting the islands in 1997. A week sitting at Macaronis with no other boats. How could a modern Mentawai trip compare? Sam had done six trips since and his answer was get the best skipper in the fleet, beat the crowds by getting to the secret spots. And so the Barrenjoey was chosen for it's legendary captain, John "Buckets" Mcgroder. So imagine the confusion 6 months out when we find out it's not McGroder because he is having a baby, but instead our captain will be Ben Hillier. Who? The website tells us he's done a couple of seasons here and there, some as captain, some as a decky, and he can speak Bahasa.

It isn't what we planned but what do you do? So there we are, drinking beers at the Bumi, and this grommet comes along and says, "Gidday, i'm Hillzy!" This little man turned out to be the saviour of our trip. It didn't even feel like we were in the same place as 12 years ago. The energy, and style Hillzy bought to our trip elevated above anything we could have expected. The solid infrastructure put into place by the McGroders on the Barrenjoey is unsurpassed. There might be flashier boats, but few have the nuts and bolts cold steel surf friendly features of the BJ, and none have the Bynda Laut. This beast of a speed boat is a joy to behold. 2 x 175 out boards and a cruising speed of 37 knots. Put it the hands of Mr Hillier and you have surf trip poetry.

For a bunch of old mutts, hanging for a week on this fine vessel, and charging round the ocean on the Bynda and getting pitted at secret spots, sipping Bintangs, was if anything better than a week at maccas in the 90s.

Thanks Hillzy, Choma, Eric, Elvis, Pim, John and Belinda McGroder. We will never forget that trip.

Tim, Tel, Adder, Mule, CJ, Anus, and Nozza.

Passengers: Ben Werda, Matt Warren, James Miller, John Can Gemert, Greg Salabay, Harry Tasker, James Nigro, Keith McKenzie.

What can I say!

You have an outstanding vessel with all the comforts needed on a surf charter plus more. The Binda Laut is the ultimate tender & your crew is A1.....The little things they do like the drink of water you receive, after every surf was the icing on the cake. You have trained them well but they also seem to enjoy their job.

Food was unreal from both Elvis & Pim.

And Captain Hillsy..... not only did we surf more waves by ourselves than with other people. I saw much more of the Mentawai Islands than I had on previous trips & surfed more rights than lefts... in indo! He is a good captain with lots of knowledge of both the sea & boats and fitted in like one of the boys we'd known for years.

All round enjoyable trip.

Big thanks to the crew from all the boys & it was a pleasure sailing on THE BARRENJOEY.

Cheers,

Mick Werda

Passengers: Peter Bauerle, Luke Hynes, Simon Tait, Philip Rosevear, Stuart Sutherland, Mark Steel, Lewis Durham, Craig Abbott, Steven Camp, Phillip Camp.

The Juc crew - Peter Bauerle (birthday boy), Stu Sutherland, Mark Steel, Louis, Simon Tait, Phil Rosevear, Luke Hynes and The South Coast crew - Sticko, Phil and Steve Camp

Can't say enough good things about this trip and the crew of the BJ (both on-board and leading up too). I have been on a few indo trips and this one win's hands down. The crew not only did what they had to do on the boat but also treated us all with five star service. You couldn't even get out of the water without someone taking your board and handing you a drink. And the food, wow, I didn't think it was possible to surf that much and put on wait.

As for the surf there was plenty of it every day from overhead to double over head indo perfection. Hillsy and the crew were always able to get us to the name breaks with minimum crowd and into great waves. Then there were all the secret and lesser known spots to surf with no one out except us. Having the lambo able to ferry 10 surfers at speed away from the crowd can't be matched by the other charters from what I could see.

There were so many highlights and we all had a ball. Here's just a few....

• Overall I think Stu-bomb gets the coolest barrel for his drop at HT's. Full stand up for a guy 6'3 (in Taito's words, he looked so cool I thought he was going to go to sleep).

• Hynes obviously get the most barrels at HT's, you pick your favourite. We stopped counting at 85 kegs and no wonder he had 3rd degree sunburn after 5 hours out there. (For those out there wondering 85 is not an exaggeration)

• Steve gets the off your dial award for needing an interpreter at dinner because after too many binnies his mouth stopper working.

• Steelo gets the captain's award ("had a bit to drink Steelo"). You guys know the rest…

• Phil R is a gimmie for the fishing award and still smiling. Enough GT for 14 hungry boat dwellers to have sushi of one side for snacks and steaks for dinner of the other side.

• Sticko gets the silverback award but he had this covered before he got on the boat. This was reaffirmed when he got chased by a monkey at the little bar we stopped at that looked like it was on "Gilligans Island"

• Louie gets the spear a pensioner award for taking out a 150 year old parrot fish that couldn't swim out of sight in a bucket of mud and charging solid thunders.

• Taito gets the "Sally award" for the expertise he exhibited in paddling an indo canoe, not.

• Philly - I reckon he gets the water time award a short half head in front of Stu. These guys made the most of being away from the kids, good on-em, its reflected in the photo's

• And me - well, it was my 40th Birthday trip and I can't think of anything I would rather have done. Great boat, great crew, GREAT WAVES EVERYDAY WE WERE THERE, great times.

When we upped anchor and head for port we did it under the light of a full moon earlier greeted by a pod of dolphins which just capped off 2 of the best weeks of my life. Like they say life begins at 40.

Passengers: John, Dane and Bryce Noakes, Brian Maidment, Gary Skow, Kevin Pounder, Phil Malone, Tony Wilson, Steve Valance, Ross Vincent.

Passengers: Kris Puckeridge, Klint Puckeridge, Kai Puckeridge, Adam Best, Gary Cork, Eion Lockard, Jason Lockhard, Andrew Lockhard, Andrew Muir, Joel Stewart.

The long anticipated trip on the BJ with hotly contested seats and the dilemma of more than 10 of us trying to get a Guernsey. A year of boot camps, phone calls, emails, Ebay, virtual surfing, anxiety and psyching. A mix of fledglings and returned servicemen to the beloved BJ!

Our central coast/WA contingency arrived in Padang for what would become the "Whole Lotta Shakin" tour, oblivious to the fact that our world would be rocked by events downstream.

After joining John and B on previous missions and enjoying his Mentawaiin knowledge and infectious grommetism and all things excellent on the BJ, we were a tad sceptical on Hillsy, the new skipper...would he rise to the challenge? Deliver the goods??? We needn't have worried (we kinda thought the replacement skipper on the Bucketjoey would be carefully selected).

Hillsy - you far exceeded our expectations - delivering us to an astounding 16 different (and different they were!) breaks from A frames, to bombs, barrels, beachies and jelly leg long walled beauties!!! We lucked places with little or no crowd, timed it with the wind in what was a very changeable fortnight of weather, getting some plate glass conditions and semi secret spots (what's that skip??) His fluency in Bahasa and Mentawaiin and sense of humour spilled thru into his rapport with the people.

The crew yet again impressed all, with their welcoming and non stop service. The galley churning out endless tasty dishes to fill our surfed out bellies, and the addition of the ever smiling Pim adding some awesome Thai to the BJ's cuisine.

And the lads - the late arvo smiles in the Lizard Lounge spoke volumes as the Bintangs and stories flowed.

Team Noakes - John, your boys stepped up to the plate and showed us they weren't Team Pepe! Dane scored some memorable bombs at Scarecrows, and both got copious amounts of bagus waves, the joys of youth! Bastards! (just kidding.) Boys·big, big thanks to your old man·you wonât forget this in a long time! And the old cripple did good too!

Phil, the quiet achiever - Mr Casual, sitting and taking off deep on the bombs.

Kev "Cavana" happy as the proverbial pin in poo, gliding into some big spot X and Y.

Brian "Last of the Knuckleman" revelling in the big adventure.

Big Tone logged a lot of time in the green, the paddle machine!

The Pirate - testing the force required to remove fcs fins via speed humps @ Lances left!! always a pleasure sharing a wave! Thanks for making it all happen!

The Wave Whisperer - a 4 x BJ vet, cool under pressure and the consummate waterman, always there for the pearlers.

And Rosco, washing off 3 years of Pilbara dust, armed with Ebay treasures, and pulling his best barrel in decades (and no one filmed it!) TWW perfectly positioned for the Hi 5...

A huge Terimah Kasih Banyak to Hillsy, Pim, Selamat, Erik, Yudi and Choma. You guys Rock!!

And John and B, you should be proud - you have a damn fine vessel, crew, THE best tender in the Spice isles and another boatload of happy customers, most of whom will be back!!

Our collective hearts go out to all those affected by the devastation on our return to Padang - our few hours walk around and journey to the partially collapsed airport (and nervous 4 hour wait to depart) only cemented our feelings of anguish and sympathy. May the foreign aid and dollars reach the right hands (TII) and a speedy rebuild of the gateway to THE Surfer's Paradise.

Passengers: Matthew Kirby, Dylan Davis, Adam Schneider, John Schneider, Jeffrey Wills, Mark Kirby, David Peters, Chad Logan.

Tripping the Equator

When a massive earthquake hit the Port City of Padang we weren’t sure if our trip was a go, after a call from Captain McGroder that the city was trying to get back to normal our trip was on. After 2 ½ days of travel, we were a happy bunch to step onboard the BJ. Captain Hillsy giving us the plan of attack as to the swell forecast then it was off to the islands.

Our first stop offered 3-4 ft waves and some fun barrels, a great way to get our feet wet in the tropics. The swell pulsed over the next 10 days and the boys got stuck into 12 different breaks, thanks to the knowledge of Captain Hillsy. Every wave different from the last. Dylan’s wave count tripled everyone else’s, scoring some great barrels. The boy was frothing! John got to experience a Mentawai Tattoo, courtesy of HT’s. He then proceeded to get his feet about him and have a go. Pupa, the wildcard impressed everyone with his style, technique and powerful approach, surfing with a smile on his dial the whole time. Logan an indo veteran was a patient man waiting for the good ones and hacking the poor bastards to pieces. He was working getting his big frame inside the Macca's barrels. Wolfy, a virgin to Indo was stoked to be amongst it and had some beauties on his quest for his wave fill. Adam the lone warrior to sacrifice boards to the wave gods had the waves of his life. His 5’7” gun was pushed to its limits. Every wave was overhead, the boy was stoked! The laidback Tucker was cruising and enjoying the whole experience while surfing perfect waves. Kirb was enjoying the whole experience whilst getting the best barrels of his life! Captain Hillsy was showing the boys how it’s done, taking off steep and deep and always making it to his feet.

The crew aboard the Barrenjoey are first class and know how to take care of their guests. A big thanks to Elvis, Coma, Yudi, Eric and Pim and Captain Hillsy for all the memories we will take with us forever.

Look forward to seeing you again soon! Safe Travels.

Mark Kirby

Passengers: Glenn Kelly, Stephen Wilson, Shane Flemming, David Parkes, Mark Ovens, Paul Love, Geoffrey Stratton, Glenn Shearer.

The waves were too glassy! Had a great time, good vibes and the crew were funny as hell - put up with us yobbos – would recommend BJ to anyone. Jet-ski topped off a perfect birthday present.

Thanks Boys.....Blacky Wilson

Passengers: Randall Ishihara, Glenn Kuwamura, Greg Ho, William Ralston, Keith Hanzawa, Russell Dang, Darrell Kuioka, Ian Ogawa.

Story to come ...