Michael Green, Brent Clarke, Paul Jones, Jason Ardler, Martin Drysdale, John Stevens, Luke Hazelgrove, Tim McGroder, Steven Drysdale, John Beattie
Initial carnage saw skin left on reef, blood on the deck and some bruised and twisted bodies. Rights and lefts with no names. Luke, Tim, Steve all shining. Brent and Mick on their personal fishing quest. The jibes were sharp those first couple of days. Onward via some scenic spots that had waves to ride. Johnny's long-board fitted snugly on the wally rights. Our other Johnny (how many on this voyage?) displayed a refreshing keenness for whatever was on offer; fishing, surfing, or just plain sipping Bintang. The ski came out down the track and everyone had a taste of tow fun. Paul could not stop grinning, relaxing, and thanking the whining Captain for all and sundry. Jason found his footing and his feet after losing some feeling to a particular hard bit of coral. Marty was doing the waves justice and keeping in tune with the other fellas. Finally our fisherman began to catch, and catch and catch. We found some idyllic waves to ourselves. The relax mode hit reverse. And we had to stop catching fish. Good bloody trip.