Gareth Collins, Gary Lord, Kyle Williams, Scott Somerville, Robert Bain, Trent McCann, Craig Cox, Maris Luidmanis
What a lovely bunch of boys from Queenscliff that scampered around the decks for the last week. Civilized, motivated, tough, and a barrel of laughs. They wanted waves by themselves, in the Mentawais, mid season. So there was an attempt to pull a couple of rabbits out of the hat. It's a funny thing when one begins to look around and finds spots rarely surfed, unknown pockets of reef, and little alcoves of cinematic jungle riddled with bugs of all shapes and sizes.
The QBC, led by Kong, where on a mission to produce a small documentary of their unique holiday. It involved props, scripts, rehearsals, and waves. The waves were on offer, albeit pulsing due to the somber swell that raked across the Indian Ocean.
Rob led the charge with clockwork tubetime and searing slashes. 5 score and ten years on the pro tour will do that to one's style.
Trent took the gong for keenness, paddling no matter what was on offer. His alter ego, Julian, was admittedly a bit soft when it came to pulling in above shallow razorlike reef.
Cougar, showed zipper-like precision in both the waves and the jibbing of his mates, although his alter ego, Lance, was also a bit quirky at times.
Gary, enjoyed the solitude of waves on offer and began to enjoy the motion of the ocean, wondering if it would be feasible to set sail on the high seas in his retirement years.
The Vulture picked up every single wave on offer and surfed it with aplomb be it right or left.
Marvo, the zen master peacefully ripped the shit out of the waves.
Kyle, the King of sarcasm showed once again his aptitude for self mockery and ker-banking turns in dire situations.
Cecil B. Dakong caught everything on celluloid and we are all holding our breath for its release.