Return of the Fungus…

Sorry about the long-winded onslaught, the net in the jungle can be very temperamental at times, hence having to post all at once.

Mon 30th

Surf

2ft & Average

General Crap

After pulling up out the back of Speedies in the fast boat, it wasn’t quite the scenario the frothing krew aboard were anticipating. 2ft, low tide Kongs with a hint of morning sickness. Ah well, we all knew the swell was s’pose to ramp up a bit tomorrow so it was time to brush off the cobwebs and get the hair wet, followed by the mandatory sunset Bintang session on the newly renovated back deck.

Med Front

The jungle fungus is back! It didn’t take too long to realise the one thing that was happily left behind earlier this season at the inaugural Surfing Doctors Conference had reared its ugly head yet again. Brendan from the ‘Gong successfully managed to give Preets a strong run for her money by contracting a nasty dose of fungus to both lower limbs. Although there was talk of isolating the only known vector to a makeshift camp a few clicks into the jungle, we finally agreed that a hefty dose of Ketaconazole and Flucloxacilline would do the job… for now!

 

Tues 31st

Surf

3ft & Getting There

General Crap

Where’s the waves? With Chinese whispers circulating the camp the previous night, it was a bitter disappointment to see what was lapping the reef at first light. 2ft at best… definitely not what the 40-odd folk at the camp were hoping for. Although things should improve with the tide, it was clear another day of mediocre G-land waves were on the cards. As predicted, things improved throughout the day and everyone got their fair share of waves. There is still hope for tomorrow…

Med Front

Acupuncture saves the day!  No carnage on the reef today, but a little action on land to keep everyone on their toes. Wawan, one of Joyo’s staff managed to trigger an unknown allergy and get himself into a rather sticky situation. With evidence of diffuse rashing, welts, and respiratory distress, it was obvious ol’ anaphylaxis was peeping his ugly head very nearby. Whereas standard protocol would suggest reaching for some antihistamines closely followed by adrenaline should things get ugly, our Russian GIT Surgeon guest had another ideas. With yours truly MIA, the staff suggested utilising the clinics drugs cabinet. “No need for drugs” in a thick Russian accent was the swift reply, with the Russian proceeding to strategically insert several needles into Wawan’s arms, legs, and neck. Some minutes later he spewed, his skin returned to normal, and the panic button was lifted. Weird shit to say the least!

 

Wed 1st

Surf

4-6ft & Pumping

General Crap

Huey (and the circus) comes to town! Game on. It’s pumping. At first check it was clear the swell had lifted its game in a big way overnight. The early surf check revealed some fun-looking Kong’s slabs creeping down through Money’s. Needless to say every man and their dog was onto it early. Although there were plenty of waves reeling through, especially when Money Tree’s started doing its thing with the incoming tide, team Brazzo (with a few other nations thrown in for good measure) done their best job at causing absolute chaos throughout the lineup. Things soon turned from a good day in the jungle to a rather frustrating day, with more paddling competitions than surfing going down. By days end, I counted up to four guys dropping in on any one wave. Absolutely no surf etiquette, and shit that is strongly frowned upon by any decent surfer. All-in-all good waves with a bad vibe. Relax people, you’re on Indo time now… farq!

 

There were also reports by Fonz and Rammer that Tiger Tracks was 2-3ft and very rippable… not to mention empty!

Med Front

With lips being shut down on guys in the barrel, boards being ditched with each clean up set, and generally all out chaos, it was surprising to see that no major injuries went down. A few bouts of solar karatosis (sunburnt eyes) for those making the most of the swell, but that’s about it.

Once again, most of the action was on land. With our resident security guard hobbling around and yelping like a wounded puppy, something was clearly wrong with this guy. Nup, he hadn’t stepped on a broken Binny bottle, he had injected industrial

silicone into his crown jewels!! What was this guy thinking!? Only assuming this act was aimed at impressing his respective partner, things had now turned horribly wrong, with the mass increase in size directly the result of a whopping big infection. Apparently this has been common practice of late. And ladies, no, this is not a guy thing, the ladies have been reported to be injecting their chins, lips, and other areas that I’d prefer not to know. What some people will do for aesthetic pleasures. A quick jab of antibiotics and a one-way ticket to the local Docs was in order. Nothing ceases to amaze in Indo!

Thurs 2nd

Surf

4ft+ & Very Rippable!

General Crap

Well the swell was still pushing through in the 4ft+ range in the morning, but we all knew it was going to be short-lived. Things were on the downsize, so after a few banana pancakes and a (turbo) Java coffee, it was time for the usual dash up the track past the other camps and paddle out through the keyhole. To my surprise the lineup was fairly uncongested, with about 15 crew spread between Kong’s through Money’s. After sneaking a few early bombs, word was out and a steady bee-line was formed heading towards the point. With some nice waves seeing out the session, it was time for siesta then back out for the arvo session, where it dropped off yet again. Like they say, the early bird catches the worm!

Med Front

Man flu sweeps through the camp! Although up to this stage the fungus had been well isolated, a nasty little virus had managed to creep through the quarantine zone and struck at the heart of the camp. Yours truly was beaten down previous day and was still licking his wounds, with the Fonz and Michelle now showing symptoms. Whereas rehydration and R & R were the Docs orders, some guests (minus travel insurance of course!) insisted something more sinister was going on. With all signs/symptoms consistent with a common influenza infection, it was clear that good ol’ man flu was the order of the day. There were even requests for codeine to ease the ‘pain’ induced by nothing more than a runny nose and scratchy throat… sorry guys, time to toughen up – you’re in the jungle for Gods sake!

Fri 3rd

Surf

2-3ft & Stock Standard

General Crap

What was is no more. Another heavy blow in the swell department overnight, with the morning surf check revealing inconsistent 2-3ft lines. Whereas the early session seemed to offer a few rippable waves running down the point, as the day progressed it became smaller and more inconsistent. With the swell predicted to drop even further over the coming days, some guys made the most of it, while others took the time to play pool, pong, and catch up on their beauty sleep.

Med Front

Guy kisses the reef… then goes missing in the jungle! Upon returning to the camp from a stroll up to Tiger Tracks (a smaller fun peak wave about 40mins from the camp), Michelle told me some guy had went looking for lobsters out front, with the reef coming out on top. After looking around the camp for the unsuspecting soul, he was nowhere to be found and was officially MIA. With reports of him being happy for any punter to take the needle and thread to his new gash in the head, it can only be suspected that he found someone who wanted a little suturing practice. On another note, more sunburnt eyes (due to the nasty sunset over the lineup) and man flu were the common presentations of the day.

Sat 4th

Surf

2ft & Very Average

General Crap

Flat. Well… almost. It was about as small as G-land gets today, pushing about 2ft on the sets. Being the last opportunity to get wet before tomorrow’s impending departure, we made the most of the very inconsistent conditions. Surprisingly there were no real shenanigans to report given hitting the Bintang is very attractive on days like today.

Med Front

Rammer rolls the ankle. After tripping over the coral-fringed shore on the way to the water, Rammer managed to sprain his ankle (quite elegantly for a big man I must add!). With no evidence of any breakage (unlike Dr Wendy’s previous blog!) and nothing more than a grade-1 sprain suspected, a quick ankle strap, bout of anti-inflammatory’s, and some elevation were in order. In addition, our Seppo guest presented with suspected otitis interna/media (ear ache), with nothing more than some antibiotic drops required.

Sun 5th

Surf

1ft & Mush

General Crap

Flat. I thought yesterday was as bad as it gets, but today has proved me wrong. Ah well, no love lost given it was time depart these very shores bound for Bali on the fast boat. A quick change of the guard with the reigns handed over to Dibble (resident surf guide) until the one and only Dr Phil makes his presence felt yet again in the jungle of love.

Med Front

Get outta my way… I’m gonna spew! Although the swell penetrating the reef was near flat, there were some rather nasty conditions on the way back to Bali. The ‘fast’ boat had now become a rather slow and sketchy boat, and at times we were brought to a complete halt. With weary faces lining the seats, the inevitable sound of some serious power spewing began to fill the cabin. This continued for the duration of the trip, with nothing that could be done to help. I’m sure some of you will be saying suck shit for taking the boat and not going overland! Tip. If you get the boat over, pack some motion sickness pills!

Until next time, enjoy the waves wherever you may be.

Ant.

P.s. Cheers to Willy, Joyo’s resident photog (room 10) for some of the pics.

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