THE SURFTIME JOURNAL

SURFTIME THE JOURNAL

RIO WAIDA’S BRAVE NEW DEAL

MATT BIOLOS IS SHAPING THE FUTURE

GABRIEL, MICK AND MASON TAKE ON THE DESERT

CAUGHT INSIDE # 131

Death is no big deal, it’s living that’s the tricky part. And don’t we do that well, us surfers. Living, I mean. Oh no, maybe not always, measured by societal success, but in the goal of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we win. Every time we jump in the ocean. It’s that pursuit of happiness thing. On the face of a wave, a really good wave, there is literally no where else we would rather be. Think about it. In bed with a lover? Or rocketing down the line with a perfect wall lining up in front of you. C’mon, be honest. George Greenough, 70’s kneeboarding savant, even named his seminal surf movie about it. The Innermost Limits of Pure Joy. We’ll say two things about that. One, it was the first time anybody ever filmed surfing from inside the tube. And with a home made housing with a hand wound 16mm camera crammed inside it worn on his back and weighing 30 kilos. Think about that the next time you have a weightless Go Pro clenched in your teeth. Don’t worry, we don’t expect most

is, after all, a master of his Universe, an artist and the greatest marketing genius the surf world has ever known. Read it and see. We have big news about a big deal with our country’s biggest surf star, Rio Waida. Sharpeye surfboards is coming to town and are going about sponsorship of Rio in a very innovative way. Smart and community minded, it just may be the way of the future here in Indonesia. And speaking of joy, we also hear from one of the most unique surfers on the island, Wouters De Regt, from Holland. A talented goofyfoot who worships Balangan, we asked him about surfing in his home country. The hardship back in the North Sea may be bleak, but somehow these Dutchmen still seek and find the joy in the numbing cold. Though it does take a lot of coffee and a bottle of Schnapps in every glove box. And it is always profound to catch up with Jim Banks, expat surfer extraordinaire, who, along with Gerry Lopez, makes up the duo of western pioneers whose exploration, gracefulness

of you to remember the movie, but Pink Floyd sure will, and you are going to have to look that one up. Anyway, this film thing is back. Sort of. On the fringes of the photography world. Popular with the younger set that likes the super cool look of nostalgia. Good for them, we say. And we feature in this issue a portfolio by Australia’s Jack O’Grady that also features some clever use of film over digital. That’s some of Jack’s work in the photos above. (which pretty much makes the statement that we are no longer surprised by seeing women barreled in perfect waves, and isn’t that wonderful?). And getting back to that joy thing, we are super stoked to celebrate it in this issue. Recently, Mick Fanning, Gabriel Medina and Mason Ho sought the joy on a wild trip to the South Australian desert recently and we have partnered the images with a remarkable, if bizarre, meditation written by the naturalist Barry Lopez. No kidding. That’s his real name. We also have a very personal feature on Matt Biolos of Mayhem fame. And not about his surfboards, but about him. He

and love for Indonesia will resonate here forever. We have the groms of course, the next generation keeping the fires lit. Now, understand we struggle to get the world class photos of them in this video clip world, but regardless, every single image we publish of them screams the stoke. We are here for them and when you think about it, they are here for our future. And speaking of groms, we have an essay written in a childs voice. A child who perhaps belongs to a very unique Mentawai tribe made up of international visitors and locals alike. A very different voice for a surf Magazine and surprising it is. So the joy continues at The Surftime Journal for all of us and all of you. Grom or Granny, we all feel it. And we are lucky to do so. So revel in your time on a wave, it really is the innermost limits of pure fun. After all, when society, or anyone else makes fun of surfers, remember, we must be doing something right.

-Matt George, Editor-in-Chief

COVER: How far are you willing to go? What sacrifices are you willing to make? How good do you really want to be? Rio Waida, answering these questions in perfect Keramas. Fame, Fortune and the Olympics dead ahead. Photography by Pete Frieden.

Ziggy Mackenzie, 2023 warm-up session, carving out her place in the line-up and leveling the playing field with the men. Ziggy Mackenzie, 2023 warm-up session, carving out her place in the line-up and leveling the playing field with the men

Gabriel Medina, Mason Ho and Mick Fanning, Three Kings in contemplation of a wild, open land under its blood red sky. It’s not just waves we seek, it’s moments.

Mick, Gabriel and Mason dive into the psychedelic desert groove Three

Kings

(With an excerpt from Desert Notes: Reflections in the Eye of a Raven By Barry Lopez. Andrews McMeel Publishing).

Raw, cold and carrying a heavy weight on their shoulders, the waves of South Australia are steeped in the mystery of the most dangerous seas on earth. Mick Fanning, negotiating with fate on the edge of a desert that makes up 18% of the entire landmass of the Australian continent.

Seeing top pros mostly in competition jerseys makes one wonder what they do with their free time. Gabriel Medina, scraping

Will you walk along the edge of the desert with me? I would like to show you what lies before us. Here things are sharp, elemental. There’s no one to look over your shoulder to find out what you are doing with your hands. If you’ve been listening, you must suspect that a knife will be very useful out here, not to use, just to look at. There is something else here too, even more important: explanations will occur to you, seeming to clarify: but they can be a kind of a trick. You will think you have hold of the idea when you only have hold of its clothing.

Feel how still it is. You can become impatient here, willing to accept any explanation in order to move on. This appears to be nothing at all, but it is a wall between you and what you are after. Be sure you are not tricked into thinking that there is nothing to fear. Moving on is not important. You must wait. You must take

things down to the core. You must be careful with everything, even with what I tell you.

This is how you do it. Wait for everything to become undressed and go to sleep. Forget to explain to yourself why you are here. Listen attentively. Just before Dawn you will finally hear faint music. This is the sound of the loudest dreaming, the dreams of boulders. Continue to listen until the music isn’t there. What you thought about boulders will evaporate and what you know will become clear. Each night will be harder. Listen until you can hear the dreams of the dust that settles on your head. I will give you a few things: bits of rock, a few twigs, this shell of a beetle blown out here by the wind. You should try to put the bits of rock back together to form a stone. And if they cannot fit, try to find the stones that do.

the sky.

Imagine pulling up to one of the most remote surf spots on earth and looking out and finding only two guys out. And then imagine what you would think when you watched them surf. And then imagine how you would approach the session realizing that those guys out there in the line-up hold six world titles between them. Mick and Gabriel, solitary men in the southernmost waters of the world’s oceans.

are so vast and waterless and perilous and so far out on the edge that they claim over forty lives a year of the unprepared. With civilization just a rumor, your transport becomes your life support system.

All my life I have wanted to trick blood from a rock. I have dreamed about raising the devil and cutting him in half. I have thought too about never being afraid of anything at all. The desert is where you come to do those things. To not to be afraid of desolation but to relate to it.

To let it open you. I know what they tell you about the desert but you mustn’t believe them. This is no deathbed. Dig down, the earth is moist. Boulders have turned to dust here, and the dust feels like graphite. You can hear a man breathe at a distance of twenty meters. You can feel the secrets of creatures invisible to the eye so perfectly camouflaged and awaiting to ambush or be ambushed. There is no rest in the desert. Only survival. There is no peace either. If you listen close enough you can hear the war for water. But you are here for water, to be in it. You can see out there to the edge where the desert stops and the oceans begin. You think it is perhaps ten miles. It is more than a hundred. Just before the sun sets all the colors will change. Green will turn to blue, red to gold, yellow to purple. And below you a khaki world.

I’ve been told there is very little time left, that we must get all these

things about time and place straight. If we don’t, we will only have passed on and have changed nothing. That is why we are here. It is why we come to the desert. To be reminded of what we have done. Not to regret, but to promise.

I must tell you something else. When you have done these things, when you have absorbed the desert like a thirst, you will know a little more than you did before. But be careful. It will occur to you that what you have done is silly or easily done. This is a sign, the first one, that you are being fooled. Resist this. After you have finished with the stone, the twigs and the beetle, other things will suggest themselves, and you must take care of them. You must stay until the answers appear. This is the pain of it all. You can’t keep leaving. Do you hear how silent it is? This will be a comfort as you return to the world you think you know. Do not laugh at this. You will see. You will only lose time by laughing. I will leave you alone to look out on the desert. What makes you want to leave now is what is trying to kill you. Have the patience to wait until the snake kills itself. Others may tell you that this has already happened, and this may be true. But wait until you see for yourself, until you are sure. But this is the desert, where nothing is sure. Except its sand where it meets the sea.

Australian deserts

Mason Ho, savoring the joy of a perfect small wave in the middle of nowhere. It’s not all slabs and death waves that we find. And the small stuff, though less harrowing, is nevertheless still cause for celebration.

Top: Mick Fanning, confident in his first tracks at an unamed slab.

Above: The desert has always bonded men. The aura of survival, jeopardy and hazards forces this hand. In the quiet isolation of the desert a dependency develops and the brotherhood helps quell the vulnerabilities.

The surfing ability of Matt Biolos combined with the feedback of the finest pro team on earth makes for potent design source. And regardless of the counterculture fun of his Mayhem marketing, from his outrageous beginnings with Chris Ward to his championship aspirations with today’s Griff, Carissa, Caroline, Kolohe, Ian, Yago and more, it is unquestioned that Biolos himself is also the real deal. Photography by Liquid Barrel

OBSERVATION ON THE MANY FACETS OF MATT

BIOLOS SHAPESHIFTER

By Matt George

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There is a certain way Matt Biolos looks at a surfboard. Its the same way he looks at life. As a perfect opportunity to eliminate the bullshit. And he doesn’t just hold a surfboard, he grabs it. He spins it. Weighs it. Slaps it as if he wants to see if it’s awake. Shakes it like he is shaking the coins out of its pockets. He tests its trip. Its integrity. The way you would a handshake. It’s grip. And when he hands a surfboard over to a team rider it looks like he just requisitioned it from a black market armory. And that is really something there, the way he tests his boards. Aside from the feedback he gets from Griffin Colapinto, Kolohe Andino, Mason Ho, Carissa Moore, Caroline Marks, Yago Dora, Ian Crane, Coco Ho, Taj Burrow, Cory Lopez, Crosby Colapinto, Cole Houshmand, Erin Brooks, Eli Hanneman, Kade Matson, Sky Brown, Vahiti Mahana and the almighty Chris Ward, aside from all this stellar feedback, Matt Biolos is a good surfer himself. Damn good. Good enough anyway. To know what a surfboard is doing. Just like his life. Family, kids, business, all good enough. No bullshit. Solid. Feeding, thriving and happy. Not balancing any ledgers or nothing. He’s just a successful organism raising other successful organisms. That and running the most creative counter culture punk twinged surf company in the sport’s history. A company of his own design. One that took courage to introduce into our bloodstream. Lest we forget Matt Biolos is an

artist and a proven marketing genius. He could see the missing teeth in the grinning surf industry of 1992 and so he filled its cavities with heretical antics that mirrored the zeitgeist of the disenfranchised and defiant suburban surfers of Orange county. And why not? He was one himself. Who else could come up with surf movies with titles like What’s Really Going Wrong ? Good stuff. I mean, the man once made a surf star out of a homeless bum that was always getting his hair set on fire and once even duped the whole surf industry with a giant magazine ad claiming to have sponsored Kelly Slater and all the top pros. Only to reveal that he was using his Mexican gardeners, shirtless and in boardshorts, as his models. Both hilarious and middle finger at the same time. And half the surf population came over to his side then, boy, let me tell you.

Of course the music helped with all this pugnacious success. Matt Biolos has always been a punk from Chino, a landlocked California city famed for its men’s correctional facility. Yeah, that punk thing. Even though he admits to a soft spot for the beach boys. But what the hell, you won’t find a living soul who denies Brian Wilson was the real deal. And Biolos loves real deals. Biolos believes the Rolling Stones latest album is in the top five greatest Musical achievements in human history considering the players are all over 80 years old.

Having

been concerned with rubbing the populace the wrong way, Biolos’s languid delivery of opinions belies the force of them. And often the offenses. However, from Politics to history to fatherhood, that they are well informed helps them be easier to digest. Photography by Matt George

His numerous Mentawai sojourns have always been part race track and part test track for Biolos. Known for his pro boards, such waves have also allowed his experiments into the mid length seascape to bear fruit. But regardless of size, the man rides his own designs with a punk influenced passion that keeps him connected to the new generation. Photography by Liquid Barrel

Try and argue with that. Try and argue with Matt Biolos at all. You are in for frustration if you do. First of all he’s half deaf. A lifetime of wetsuit surfing and screeching planers and whining CAD’s will do that to a man. So right away you’re at a disadvantage, not knowing if he can hear a word you are saying, or if he even cares, having to repeat or yell half of everything you say. It’s exhausting. But the thing is, he’s right. And not just some of the time. But all the time. There’s the frustration. And that’s exhausting too. Information for him is ammo. And he can use it as half stiletto, half howitzer. You’ve got to dig his delivery though. It’s final. There’s that no bullshit thing again. There ‘s that unlikeliness, that unlikely charm. He has a Cheshire smile that you just can’t resist. It can all feel like a pain in the ass and a blessing at the same time.

He’s also one of those unlikely looking people. Handsome in an Ernest Hemingway sort of way, but still unlikely for a surfer/shaper. Very unlike the greyhound shapers he employs like the genius Tuti from Brazil. No, Matt Biolos, with his salt and pepper hair and his Dad bod with beamy shoulders, more resembles a surfing bear just awoken from a long winter’s nap. He likes his tequila of an evening too. Now there’s a no bullshit drink if there ever was one.

Heaven knows where the artist inside him comes from. Maybe it’s

from once living on a boat in the Dana Point Harbor. Or maybe that he got his start as a surfboard sander. Hell, the itchiness of that vocation alone could drive a man to be the President of United States, let alone a surfboard shaper. But he did. Become a shaper I mean. And looking at him now in the Mead Hall of the Kandui resort holding court over a mix and match of guests like Pete Matthews of White Monkey Fame and Ray Wilcoxen who owns the joint and all the sunburn nosed middle aged men in slaps, you can damn near see the designer in him. That thing. Those restless eyes and that restless mind that cannot listen to a word of bullshit. Oh, he is profane, make no mistake about that. And ribald. Openly referring to his German verbal sparring partner across table as a Kraut. Even though Matt Biolos often refers to himself as a Jew. Quite literally, not figuratively. Because he is. Jewish I mean. But that’s all part of his non-wokeness. If he wants your opinion he’ll give it to you.

Still, that world championship design thing of his, that thing. How do you place that inside him? That thing he has proven is within him. That he knows that design is intelligence made visible. That he knows that marketing without design is lifeless and that design without marketing is mute? How do you place that inside him? I guess you just shrug your shoulders and figure that having guts is never a bad idea.

THE SURFTIME INTERVIEW:

RIO GETS A PIECE OF THE ACTION

With global recognition comes new sponsorships and one must never think of Rio Waida as a beneficiary. He earns every penny of them, one wave at a time. Rio Waida, a master of his universe and our new master of Keramas.

Photography by Pete Frieden

Sharpeye Surfboards is coming to town with a promised, community driven philosophy and Rio Waida will be spearheading the program in a very big way. For the first time in Indonesia, a surfer will not just be sponsored by a company for a few t-shirts and some “uang kecil”, Rio will become an actual shareholder and partner in the business. Surftime recently caught up with Sharpeye Chief’s Adam Wessel and Fridoun Chee to see what was up.

ST: What Is Rio Waida’s involvement in the new Indonesian Sharpeye program all about?

Adam Wessel: Simple. Rio is a part owner. This is a community minded, motivating way to be involved. It’s all about giving back to him. He is the most visible surfer in the region and this business model shows respect to that. And as a part owner we want him with us forever. Not just for his pro surfing career, but beyond. We want a very personal business culture in Indonesia, an invested culture. A family culture. Not just throwing t-shirts at some kid until he gets too old. I mean, look, Rio is building a brand in Bali, just like any smart business and surfers these days need to be businessmen too. And we want Rio to treat Sharpeye as more than just a source for great surfboards, but more as something that is his, because now, it is.

ST: Are you opening shops here in Bali?

Adam: We are only doing wholesale right now. So we have distributors at BGS, Drifter and Boardriders Echo Beach. I really want to go deep with these three businesses and exemplify the exclusivity of Sharpeye boards. To really focus on quality boards in quality outlets only. Not to

just have boards all over the place. It’s also a matter of respect for these three guys for taking on a new brand. It’s all about belief and trust. Essentially we are more about bringing business to Bali rather than just taking things from it. I have family from Indonesia and Fridoun was born in the Mentawai so we are personally invested on that level. Engaging the Indonesian culture and its people rather than just getting expats to do all the business. We want to be part of the community and that includes choices, perspectives and decisions from Rio and Fridoun. How we spend our money locally, giving back to the youth, in any way that they see fit. And we are wholeheartedly behind this approach.

ST: So Fridoun, how do you see it?

Fridoun Chee: Rio’s CT qualification gave the younger generation hope and possibilities.The Sharpeye program is about making the younger generation aware that with the right equipment and disciplined training and the right team behind you, now you can go as far as your desire takes you. It’s possible now, Rio has proven that. He is on par now with our other team riders like Jack Robinson, Felipe Toledo and Kanoa Igarashi. There it is.

ST: And Rio’s deal?

Fridoun: We want to make it meaningful and profitable for him, the team and the Indonesian Sharpeye community. I don’t think that has ever been done In Indonesia. It’s an important breakthrough and we are looking forward to it’s success. Like Adam said, it’s simple. It’s a belief in a community and trust in what it’s capable of.

Rio Waida’s current surfing is more a testament than just a skill. Never falling victim to equitorial malaise, Rio commitment to training, health and staying motivated is undeniable. His place on the world stage is no accident. He manifested every bit of it. Photography by Pete Frieden

THE KINGDOM:

COLD FILTERED IN THE NETHERLANDS

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It’s a mission. The good season is in winter and the days are short, so there’s that. The solstice is only eight hours so you gotta get your session in quick like. And forget Surfline, we go on the shipping lane sites and and we don’t check the swell, we check the wind. In the North Sea. Think about that. With polar cold water you want north sea winds too? You are looking at wind chill factors of minus twenty with the wind coming down off Russia, so scalding hot coffee is not a pleasure, it’s equipment. 5 mil boots, 5/4 wetsuit and gloves and forget surfing with out a hood, that’s just suicide. And if you don’t have a good heater in your car, quit.

Then you pick up your buddy. That’s like equipment too. Its like scuba diving, surfing alone here is a death sentence. You can get lost at sea or hypothermia trying to get back to your car. And no help coming from nowhere.You park your car with its ass end to the wind because you gotta open all the doors and squeeze between them to get naked and into your wetsuit or the wind with slam the doors and chop your hands off. A dry westuit is not key, it’s a miracle. And leave your mid-length in Amsterdam because you need a short board because the waves are so close together and so short and they are trying to kill you the whole time. It’s like a boxing match, just raining punches. So you have to be nimble. And the waves are half sand, chocolate brown

and are like surfing in cement with too much water in the mix. This is because of all the silt from our waterways, remember, Holland is basically underwater. You remember the story of the little dutch boy with his finger in the dike? Well we always laughed at that because we want him to take his finger out so that we can get the floods to build our little sandbars. It’s all sand here, not a rock or reef in sight. We actually call our local spot the superbank which is sad really, because our sandbars are usually only about seven meters long. And did I mention the psychotic currents that sweep through? And that your session is about two hours max before you curl up and die of exposure? We just wait until you can’t feel your hands, then you know its all over. Stumbling back to the car you are sure someone has stolen your feet and this is when a beard really comes into its own.

Now you get to the car, and stripping down frozen solid becomes high art or desperation. At this point you look down and are sure you are never going to be a father either. Where did it go? Then the all important car heater where the car steams up the windows and you smoke as much weed and slug as much whiskey as you can get into you. But still, you wait for your fingers to be able to turn the ignition key on and you look back on the day and remember a few quick barrels you had and…and…well…it’s paradise, really.

The author, setting up the gluttony for icy punishment.

As the Pipe Pro this year has proven, the coin of the Pipeline realm is now being spent by women. Molly Picklum picking one off.

THE FOCUSED WOMEN OF PIPELINE

A SURFTIME EXCLUSIVE NORTH SHORE PORTFOLIO BY TOM SERVAIS

Bettylou Sakura Johnson making the quantum leap into the heart of female performance on the deadliest of waves. When before women were relegated to the beach, now when Bettylou makes her way down to surf with her gun under her arm…the men tip their hats.

Molly Picklum, taking the back door and womens surfing into the future.

Caity Simmers won the event with verve to spare. And considering the wild chances the women were taking, they were in powerful hands when it came to safety.

ARCHELYA TUTA,15 yrs

Stylish, Strong, Committed

Homegrounds: Legian Beach

Surftime Call: This backside specialist has a great sense of line. Meaning that she anticipates what the wave is going to do and plans her tracks accordingly. Clean, powerful surfing has always been honored in our sport and it seems to come so naturally to Archelya. Making her surfing look beautiful while pushing the limits at the same time. A real class act, this is an exciting young surfer and one to watch as she charges into her future.

Photography by Kisanfoto

JASMINE STUDER, 15 yrs

Mature, Valiant, Intelligent

Homegrounds: Legian Beach

Surftime Call: Jasmine Studer’s courageous Padang Padang sessions are a matter of record. And the fact that she is smart enough to wear a helmet in the heavy stuff is a sign of a truly committed surfer. A strong paddler, she also is already getting a lot of respect in some of the the most crowded spots on Bali when it comes to catching waves. This is an essential tool for any serious surfer. But it is her mature approach that is most impressive. Obviously influenced by World Champion Caroline Marks and tutored by her father Luke who keeps her on some of the most respected boards in Bali, Jasmine is sure to be a force for as long as she desires.

Photography by Antonio Vargas

NEXT GENERATION

PUTU YUNI,15 yrs

Homegrounds: Halfway Kuta Beach

Surftime Call: Using her local connection both spiritually and physically, Putu seems to have a very close connection with the ocean itself. Not large for her age, she uses her size as an advantage, flowing with the wave that she has chosen until it is time to rip into a maneuver. This makes for meaningful surfing and big moves with significant spray. Competition wise, that spray can win heats. But on a personal level, Putu seems to be doing more than just looking for points, she surfs like her and the ocean are in this together and that can take anyone all the way. Just ask Stephanie Gilmore.

Photography by Arif Pererenan Photo

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Riki Uemura,13 yrs

Intuitive, Genuine, Resolute

Homegrounds: Legian Beach

Surftime Call: You gotta see this guy tube ride. Not many 13 year old’s have this so wired. We are reminded of Rajo Barrel over at Lakey Peak. And although Riki does not have a Sumbawan Pipeline at his beck and call he makes due with any left barrel he can find. Of course still growing in size and strength, this young surfer is showing great form, body awareness and movement. His tube stance on lefts is solid, keeping his eyes level with the horizon and never giving up. This guy can handle the spit of barrels on his back and soon, probably the foam balls as well. Let’s see where this young man takes himself. It’s sure to be a hell of a ride.

Photography by Antonio Vargas

NEXT GENERATION

Hiroshi Setiadi,11 yrs

Exhuberant, Confident, Observant

Homegrounds: Kuta Beach

Surftime Call: Most would say that making a call on an 11 year old would be too early, but we disagree. This kid already has a relationship with his custom boards that is rare for anyone that age. His backside off the lip is already in great shape. Stylish, body mechanics in the right place, usage of momentum, follow through. This maneuver could be his signature move as he develops into a young adult. One would not usually think this about an 11 year old surfer, but man, this kid’s surfing is cool.

Photography

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Antonio Vargas

FINN MURPHY,16 yrs

Strong, Keen, Unreserved

Homegrounds: Canggu

Surftime Call: Finn surfs every wave as if his life depended on it. Always looking down the line, always looking for opportunity, airs, barrels, hacks. His surfing actually tells a story from take off to kick-out. A story of a young man on the edge of manhood who is carving out his place in the line-up. Remember, as you surf is as you are. And anybody who sees this guy surf knows that he is going to be somebody in this world.

Photography by Tim Newey photo

NEXT GENERATION

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This is why our partnership with Rio Waida further emphasizes this synergy, as we unite with one of Indonesia’s finest athletes to celebrate the thrill of riding waves and the joy of savoring exceptional coffee. And Rio, a proud ambassador of Indonesian surfing, further solidifies our bond

Fueled up and and ripping on a small day of freesurfing the North Shore, 2024.

Photography by Ryuki Waida

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THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT IN THE

Dylan Wilcoxen racing a waking dream.

Philip Duke, growing in size and power.

Asia Matthews carving out her place in the future.

Left: Kalani Ryan, Dylan Wilcoxen and Philip Duke. Right: Kelly Slater, Shane Dorian and Andy Irons. That’s some pretty heavy shoes to fill in the Mentawai. But that’s the thing about childhood dreams, with enough desire, they often come true.

I am not going to tell you my name but I can tell you that I am just a kid and that I am a genius. Even though I hide that from everyone. Keep it in reserve so to speak. It helps keep my thoughts in order. If it was ever discovered how smart I was the grown-ups would screw it all up somehow. That’s just a fact of life. I am also a good surfer and someday I will be a great one. If such a thing can still exist in today’s internet world where everybody is saying and thinking and seeing the same things. Which is nothing really. What makes me think I will be a great surfer though is what the grown-ups actually do right for me and my friends. They give us perfect surfboards and encourage us and take us into perfect waves, sometimes even pushing us into them, literally. Especially out here in the islands. The Mentawai islands. I think most of us kids think we will be great surfers while we are out here on Kandui because of the feelings we get when we are on a wave. But more on that later. Right now I just want to describe kid life out here. The grown-ups don’t think we listen but they are wrong, as usual. We hear everything. Even what they are not saying. If you are a grown-up reading this, I know you know what I am talking about. About how we

All day Dylan with all day to play and the toys

better enjoy our youth while we have it because the evil old world is gonna make us work someday and it will be our kids turn to live free and our turn to pay for it. Believe me, we know it. That’s why out here we have established ourselves as wild animals. And there is not much the grown-ups can do about it, except at meal times. Us kids spend our long days here like no others in the world. Seeing things that no other kids see. Up with the sun, we rip around on Jet-skis and surf and swim and fish and explore and fight and scream and sing and cry and laugh and love. Just like the grown-ups, I guess, except that we take things like this far more seriously. Because it’s our entire life. It’s that job thing that distracts the grown-ups. That money thing they keep telling us about. Waiting for us like a tiger in the jungle. Its already got them in its jaws.

I guess the jungle has a lot to do with how wild we are out here. It’s right in front of our faces, creepy and beautiful. We don’t go into it much, but we play on its edges. That seems to be the rule it tells us with all its noises. Its voice.

to do it with. Photo Matt George

That forever thing. As if you wandered into it, you would never find your way back. The law of the jungle and all that. We play in the sea like wild animals too. The toys out here are fabulous. The Jetski’s especially. We rip around on the things and drag each other behind them on surfboards and innertubes like we are trying to kill each other and sometimes almost do. We fish, not very well, but at least until we get bored waiting for something to happen. It’s great being around the surf resort. We have regular feeding hours, like zoo animals, and the food is fuel and the local people who work here are like family to us. Even the dogs smile at us and romp around in a circle during our games and howl with delight at our antics. Strange how they all gather on the beach an hour before sunset and just start barking at nothing for about ten minutes. Like a choir from hell or someplace. Like they see ghosts or something. Figure that one out. I’m a genius and I can’t.

The surfing is the glue for us. The bond. Not really the whole purpose of our life out here, but certainly the luck of it. The perfect waves here, as long as they are not psycho big, allow us to glide around and feel all that joy. When it gets stupid big we leave it to the grown-ups. But that feeling of being on a wave I talked about, its like winning a gold medal or something every time you kick out. Especially when we are all watching each other and laughing and teasing. I don’t know if any boys and girls in the world can have more fun than that. Those waves, like little lives inside

us, calling out for more.

It’s a barefoot life. That’s one thing I notice. Us kids run around without shoes, pounding around on the sand and the scrub grass and getting cut up from time to time. While the grown-ups are always looking for their sandals. Seems silly to me. I can’t think of a single clock out here either, or why us kids would even need one. Our hearts send us the notices and alarms of where to be and where the action is and when it will all work out until the end of the day when we collapse, tired as only a kid can be. And we sleep without dreams and wake up stupid with the sun and the sunburn for a few seconds until we realize it’s time to do it all over again. Makes me wonder about grown-ups. What they wake up thinking. I know they think about us a lot as we live our kid lives out here so care free. Maybe they are thinking about how they are paying for it all. Not with money so much, but with time. Time seems to be so important to them. As if their is never enough. That and advice, I guess. Thinking about us as them at that age and hoping to right wrongs all the damn time. But so it goes and so it will forever between kid world and grown-up world. The difference, and the luck of it for all us kids out here is that every day is forever for us. As forever as the waves that keep breaking for us, no matter what the grown-ups say. And that’s another law of this jungle just for us. That’s the one we’re listening to while we still can. See? I told you we are listening.

Priceless sessions with just you and your friends are a way of life to the child tribe of the Mentawai. Dylan Wilcoxen and buddy Ifran, both from the Mentawai, sharing a birthright magic.

THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT

AT HOME WITH MICHAEL, MASON, AND COCO HO

Surfer Magazine, USA, 2008

Once you have lived in Hawaii, it never leaves you. Especially if you lived there as a barefoot kid. In 1967, my father was stationed at Pearl Harbor. At Waikiki, my brother and I became surfers for life. I remember watching a surf contest at Queens surf break and watching this kid, not much older than me, win the Menehune division of the State Championships. Little did I know that our fates would be entwined and that I would someday be writing about his sense of fatherhood.

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An excerpt from the new book IN DEEP: The collected surf writings of Matt George, Di Angelo Publications, 2023

The Throne, February 4th, 2008, 3:16pm

Michael Ho is going to live forever. Though we will never know him at all. This time, you find him at the Banzai Pipeline, sitting on the Ronnie Burns Memorial Park bench under the old Hau tree, surveying the greatest stretch of surf on the North Shore of Oahu. A domain that has been his birthright since he was seventeen years old. He sits alone, the park bench his throne. This is a community understanding. It is late afternoon and like an aging lion, Michael Ho sits on this bench, surf fit, barefoot and trunks, no shirt, one leg tucked up under himself, watching his cubs at play out in the ragged small surf of Ehukai Beach Park and the rough trade surf of the nearby Pipeline surf break. His teenagers, Mason and Coco, are out there in mock battle with the rest of the young pack, developing the skills that, with a little luck, will allow them to survive in this hungry world. Allow them to live forever, too. At least that’s the plan. So I walk up to Michael Ho, all 5’5’’ 145 lbs of him, and I shake his hand and I feel more than a strength in it—I feel life. We both walk down onto the beach for a closer look at the kids and soon we are sitting on the berm and sifting sand through our fingers and watching his Coco surf. Her older brother Mason is down at Pipeline with the big kids. Dusting off old memories, Michael and I realize how long we have known of each other. I first saw Michael surf in 1968 at Queens Beach in Waikiki. I was 9 years old. My old man was stationed at Pearl Harbor at the time and his idea of daycare for me and my brother was setting us loose in Waikiki at dawn and picking us up at dusk. My dad paid the beachboys to look after us with six packs of San Miquel beer. My brother and I had Waikiki as wired as any white Navy kids ever would. Still, it was a transcendent experience to hang out at the State Championships at Queens that year. Being within earshot of Hawaiian Surfing royalty. Michael Ho won the Menehune division that day. I can still see him on the winner’s podium. He had that island cool, that Hawaiian touch of menace, a young prince. Already enigmatic at eleven years old.

Looking into his Michael Ho’s eyes now, forty years later, I am fascinated. The body has thickened, the hair is gone, a smear of pterygium tugs at his left eye, but that enigma, that island cool, is still there. Where once was a Prince now sits a King. He is comfortable on the beach, but uncomfortable with scrutiny. It takes the both of us a

while to reach equilibrium. His last profile for SURFER Magazine was written by his neighbor, Hawaiian great Reno Abellira in 1977. There was little in it. He tells me he has preferred it that way. That he is now only cooperating with for the sake of his children. And I think I know at least one reason why.

Surfing’s appetite for heroes has always been keen, but the image of the gentleman pro does not always satisfy us. The dark Hawaiians have long been an intrigue within pro surfing. They have always had a razor’s edge. An aloofness, an entitlement that comes from actually living in the place we all need so badly. The North Shore of Oahu and her monumental waves. The place that holds court over all of our reputations, saints and sinners alike. The Hawaiians are the only surfers in the world who can tell us how to behave during our pilgrimages to the North Shore and still have the juice to back it up. Hawaiians like Michael Ho and Dane Kealoha have always maintained the aura of sanctioned badasses. Living lives that oscillate between aloha, risk, and predatory gain in the surf. A role which, though the bane of many professional annual visitors, garners the general public’s adoration. Forever sympathetic toward the Hawaiians’ three finest qualities: daring, sincerity, and unquestioned physical courage.

So, I dust off some old memories with Michael Ho. South Africa, Brazil, Australia. Campaigns of long ago. And again I am struck with just how unique this man before me really is. How he has forever been right in the pocket of surfing’s historic pageant. Hoisted into the surf by his old man Chico in 1960 at age three, rising to US boys champion at Huntington Beach, California by 1970. Fifth place at the 1972 World Championships at Ocean Beach, California at a skinny fifteen years old. The same year he started charging the heavies at Sunset Beach, by now squire to Eddie Aikau, Jeff Hakman, Gerry Lopez, Reno Abellira, Barry Kanaiaupuni, and the entire pantheon of ’70s Hawaiian greats. Michael Ho was a full-time professional surfer by high school graduation, long before the World champs Shaun Tomson and Rabbit Bartholomew ever busted down any doors. By 1975, Michael Ho was runner-up at the Duke and the Pro Class trials. Relentless on the international pro tour 1976 through 1988, rising to third in the world rankings. He and Dane Kealoha were the Hawaiian spearhead for all the world to see, ripping from J-Bay in South Africa to Bells Beach in Australia to Nijima in Japan. Michael Ho

has been a five-time Pipeline Masters finalist. In 1982, winning the Masters with a cast on his right arm from a bar fight, he invented the grab rail “pig-dog” backside approach to, at the time, the world’s heaviest wave. He owns thirteen Duke Kahanamoku Surf tournament Trophies, is an eight-time Duke finalist, and won it in 1978 and 1981. He is a four-time winner of the Xcel Pro, two-time Triple Crown champ, and George Downing says he will not hold the Waimea Bay Eddie Aikau Memorial contest without Michael Ho in it. Michael being one of the few contestants to whom Eddie was a close friend. Remarkably, at forty years old, Michael was the runner-up at the 1997 Pipe Masters, defeating Kelly Slater in an earlier heat. Michael won the World Masters Championship in France in the year 2000. In 2003 at Makaha Beach on Oahu,

he brought tents over to the homeless in Nanakuli and stayed with them for the duration of the contest, and damn near won another World masters title. And now, right now, in 2008, fiftyone years old, he is preparing for another World Masters Title and the Eddie contest at Waimea Bay where they don’t hold the contest unless the surf is enormous. All this while busy fulfilling his role as “Uncle Mike,” ferrying and mentoring the next generation of the North Shore’s golden children, including his own, around the globe, passing the torch to the modern age. All this and yet, we hardly know him.

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JACK

CONVERGENCE

BRINGS IT INTO FOCUS

Not afraid of experimentation, here O’Grady offers us his double exposure 35mm vision of G-Land. Representing what a memories look like when we close our eyes and think back on having been there.

Peak moments and the whole terrifying story in giant Indonesian surf. Sometimes we forget that the photographer is out there too.

Yes, the spell is broken between the photographer and the surfer when the surfer looks directly into the camera. But then again, he is also looking directly into you. Here, Jack O’Grady’s impeccable timing, composition and artful approach is on full display.

THE MONSTER

Kian Martin Get’s Wedged

Maybe it’s the fact that most the waves of the world have been discovered, or maybe it’s because surfers like Dylan Graves and Ben Gravy and Mason Ho are seeking out the joyous and bizarre anomalies of wave riding and inspiring us to do the same. I mean really, having a monster truck push a piece of plywood through a swamp to create a ridable softop wave? Or maybe it’s all Mason Ho’s suicidal tendencies surfing across those no man’s lands of vicious reef rocks, But more and more surfers are seeking strange wave configurations with more and more vigor. Kian Martin and Simon Dobby are no exception. Finding this monster wedge somewhere in the south east of our archipelago. A hydraulic wackyness that is not meant to be ridden, not even by a courageous, sand eating bodyboarder. And yet they tried. Maybe this is one of the magics of surfing, part of the joyful madness of feeling the powers of the universe come together while we simply play in it like ants on candy. Or, in the case of the madness seen here, maybe it’s just the beer.

Kian Martin and friend fueled up for the challenge.

Photography by Simon Dobby

Yes, novelty and wedge waves have increased in popularity due to crowds and instagram shenanigans, but honestly, who in their right mind would even consider riding this abomination. Perhaps exclusively the domain of bodyboarders, Kian Martin heralds his crazed standing attempt nonetheless.

THE NEW CHAPTER FOR INDONESIAN SURFERS

A WAVE OF POSSIBILITIES

AWAITS!

Establishing collaborative ties with Indonesian athletes surfers, Samudera actively supports these athletes in achieving remarkable feats and bringing honor to the nation on the global stage. As a first step in this commitment, Samudera extends its support to one of Indonesia’s surfing athletes, Rio Waida.

Samudera has a sincere interest in nurturing surf talents by lending its support to Rip Curl GromSearch in 2022 and 2023. Additionally, Samudera also supported Rip Curl Padang Padang for the past two years, an eagerly anticipated competition that attracts surfers from diverse countries, allured by the exceptional waves at Padang Padang beach. This resonates with the articulated vision of Bani Mulia, the CEO of Samudera, emphasizing, “What Rip Curl does with Padang Padang is to promote Indonesia and Bali to the world and bring the world to Indonesia and that’s why we really want to support.”

In line with the commitment to supporting Indonesian surfers, Samudera also extends its support to the qualification process for the Olympic Games, Paris 2024. Scheduled from July 27 to August 4, 2024, in Puerto Rico, the fierce qualification process involves the participation of Indonesian surfers including Ketut Agus, Dani Widianto, and also Rio Waida. They are now on their way to the qualification stage through the WSL (World Surf League) and ISA

(International Surfing Association) series.

V The hosting of this competition is expected to contribute to Rio Waida and other surfers gaining international recognition as they strive for world championship titles, aspiring to secure a place in the Paris 2024. Rio Waida represents a new hope and inspiration for young surfers, illustrating the possibilities for growth and competition within prestigious international surfing leagues.

The plots are getting to be all too familiar: videos and web features of surfers riding “slabs” in various oceans around the globe, the action spectacular and awe-inspiring, the surfers depicted as actually enjoying themselves, thrilled to be sharing such an intimate relationship with the sea at its most dynamic; stoked to be sharing these sort of sessions with their fellow slab riders…until one of those riders gets seriously injured. Almost dies. Does die, only to be brought back to life through quick-thinking CPR, helicopter rescues, facing long hospital stays and longer rehabs.

Just take a look—it’s all there. 2021’s widely applauded “Facing Monsters”, chronicling Australian surfer Kerby Brown’s self-destructive obsession with riding increasingly more dangerous and, in some cases, absurd, abrupt-changes-in-water-level-over-dry-rock aberrations until he’s finally almost killed, suffering a severe traumatic brain injury; a 2021 Nic Von Roth video session at maxed-out Green Bush, the Mentawai slab, where one of his crew gets sent to the boat twice, the second time stunned, bleeding and obviously concussed; the recent video covering an expedition to Pedra Blanca, Tasmania’s crazy offshore slab, approached with apparent insouciance by a hardy team of Aussie hellmen, one of whom, on his second wave, gets “clamped”, his back “bent”, and relegated to the support boat, all this 30 miles from shore and any sort of medical help; Emerald Isle surfer (and member of the Irish Tow Surf Rescue Club) John Monahan’s two-wave hold-down at Mullaghmore, resulting in a head injury, two broken ribs and a comminuted fracture of the femur, shaving the femoral artery almost to the point of rupturing; 19 year-old Harry Hollmer-Cross, towed into a malevolent Shipstern’s Bluff triple-up by his father, veteran Aussie hellman James HollmerCross, only to go down hard, get knocked unconscious and essentially drown, until being rescued and revived through expedient CPR, the cost of that particular clip including traumatic head injury, potential permanent hearing loss and a host of other injuries associated with being crushed by a three-story building against a wet sidewalk. And don’t even get me started on Nathan Florence and his charmed existence. No, lately it seems that if you’re a slab- riding surfer hoping to rack up clicks on YouTube, aside from a cold-blooded filmer who’ll keep the camera running no matter what, essential assets include jet skis, safety vests and a GoFund Me account to cover hospital bills.

Ok, so we’ve haven’t seen a rash of slab deaths. Not yet. But the increasing number of lifethreatening injuries incurred while riding slabs certainly points to a troubling trend. Keep in mind that the Banzai Pipeline was once considered the impossible wave—today Jamie O’Brien rides it on a nine-foot soft-top with a camera in his mouth. But just like those pioneering extreme skiers, so many of whom pushed the limit just that one degree too far, these new slab surfers seem to be continually upping the ante, hunting down mutant waves that appear less and less survivable—and it’s only a matter of time before someone proves that point with their ‘full measure of devotion.’ [Look that one up.]

Voyeuristic surfers—and aren’t we all at one point or another—used to love watching footage of fortunate brethren riding perfect waves. Judged by the number of slab clips on offer these days, it seems that what we’re now craving is footage of surfers riding perfectly terrifying waves. No shame in that. Face it, there’s a reason there’s a “Fast and the Furious 12”: everyone loves spectacular car crashes, surfers being no exception. Back in the way old days every surf movie included a wipeout sequence, giving their audience, typically vacillating between awe and envy, a chance to laugh and poke fun at the poor bastards up on the screen. But nobody laughs watching surfers getting hydraulically scraped across the exposed reef at West Oz’s The Right, or come up dazed and bleeding at Greenbush. At least I hope not. But on the other hand, what are we to expect from today’s video clip audience when, for example, at the climax of the aforementioned outrageous Indonesian session, vlog star Von Roth exits the water, declaring to his filmer, “That was insane… the best waves of my life… how good is it out there? Nate hit his head on the reef, he’s bleeding, a gnarly gash. Did you get my takeoff?” Salient points apparently delivered on camera in order of importance. And if this guy can so casually regard this sort of increasingly violent stunt surfing, it only follows that his viewers will, too.

So would the surfing world be a better place if Nathan Florence wasn’t being filmed constantly attempting not just impossible waves, but impossible paddle-outs, or if Mason Ho backed off from negotiating hollow barrels over terrain better suited to a mountain bike, or if gnarly dads stopped towing their kids into harm’s way on heaving Tasmanian bone-crushers? Hard to say. But know this: each of these scenarios are fraught with peril the likes of which the sport has never known, every new slab session seemingly more dangerous, more likely to result in serious injury or death than at any other time in surfing history. And this: so long as slab surfers keep pushing the limits, and are willing to pay the price, we’ll no doubt keep paying attention.

SUICIDE SLABS:

WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU ONLY MAKES YOU…A VIDEO STAR

By Sam George

Caity Simmers at the box, Western Australia, both testing the waters and leading the way for the women in slabs. But with all the heinous injuries and subsequent Go fund me hospital appeals, the question must be raised. Are slabs really necessary? Or just an appeal for more social media followers?

Photography by Jack O’Grady

Tonjo Dharmaputra, in war paint and charging into battle at Cucukan. Sometimes courage comes with preparation, however small the detail.

Photography by Liquid Barrel

FOCUS EXHILARATION DEVOTION INTIMACY

The clean lines and perfect positioning of Mattia Morri at Bangko Bangko proves the theory that a surfer can actually make a wave look more beautiful, rather than the other way around. Morri, cleaning up in Lombok. Photography by Pete Frieden

Perennial performer Betet Merta, reinvigorated on new equipment and inspired by Rio Waida’s longer gouges, has been electrifying the Keramas line-up. Da’ Guy is still relevant to the Indonesian scene. And so is is surfing. Photography by Pete Frieden

The art of surf photography does not get any better than this. Blerong Dharmayasa, in a paragonless moment between surfer and photographer. So impeccable you can almost reach out and touch the sea.

Photography by Thiago Okazuka

NUMERO QUATTRO

Numero Quattro is the unique product between Bali hospitality favourites: Tai Graham and Adam McAsey. It is your Neighborhood Home away from home. Bringing a fresh take to timeless classics, this vintage inspired Italian Grill delivers nostalgia across food, design and drinks. Sitting on the edge of Canggu’s famed Echo Beach, Numero Quattro is your place for a night of fresh pasta and wine.

The group brings Chef Joel Bennetts to spearhead the culinary direction at Numero Quattro. He brings 16 years of culinary prowess into the Neighbourhood Italian, with his culinary philosophy mirroring the essence of simplicity.

As each person carries their own DNA, Joel expresses the origin of his that translates to his cooking style. “When it comes to the culinary specifics, I think a lot of the love in my food comes from my late mother’s love for cooking and the way she instilled that in

me from a young age,” says Bennetts. “My style of food is simple and direct. I only want on the plate what belongs there. Acid is key, texture is crucial and colour is non-negotiable.” In terms of the food on the island, it all comes back to the one thing: simplicity. “I think my style will suit Bali purely because it’s just tasty food. It’s food I want to eat and that’s the only way I cook.”

The motto of Project : Black has always been ‘simple food, done well’. Tai says, “I think Joel does that better than anyone. Having his creative flair in the mix would be nothing short of amazing.”

Joel brings his culinary expertise to craft a menu that is simple, done well and tastes good. The extensive wine list in Numero Quattro also offers a great balance between European classics and trendy natural wines from around the world.

Come enjoy a memorable dining experience at Numero Quattro.

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VISSLA OPENS NEW DOORS IN CANGGU

Nestled in the vibrant heart of Canggu, Bali, Stokehouse unveils its latest treasure trove for surf enthusiasts: a dynamic retail space housing three major brands - Vissla, Amuse Society, and Sisstrevolution. This exciting addition to the Canggu scene not only promises an unparalleled shopping experience but also serves as a hub for the surfing community, embodying the essence of the island’s laid-back surf culture.

At the heart of Stokehouse’s new shop lies a dedication to curating the finest in surf apparel, accessories, and equipment. Vissla, renowned for its innovative designs and commitment to sustainability, offers a range of stylish and functional surfwear tailored for the modern wave rider. Meanwhile, Amuse Society brings a touch of bohemian flair, with its eclectic collection of beach-chic attire that effortlessly transitions from sand to street. And Sisstrevolution, with its bold and empowering designs, caters to the adventurous spirit of female surfers worldwide.

Step inside Stokehouse’s inviting space, and you’ll find more than just clothing. Browse through an impressive selection of surfboards, each crafted with precision and passion to enhance your wave-riding experience. Explore an array of surf hardware and accessories, meticulously curated to meet the needs of both seasoned surfers and novices alike. Whether you’re in search of the perfect board or the latest in surf technology, Stokehouse has you covered.

But Stokehouse is more than just a retail destination; it’s a community hub where surf enthusiasts come together to share their passion for the ocean. Here, locals and travelers alike gather to swap stories, exchange tips, and foster connections that transcend borders. With its welcoming atmosphere and genuine love for the surf lifestyle, Stokehouse embodies the spirit of camaraderie that defines Canggu’s surf scene.

In a place where the waves are calling and the sunsets are breathtaking, Stokehouse stands as a beacon for those who live and breathe the surf culture. Whether you’re a seasoned pro or a curious beginner, this new destination promises to ignite your sense of adventure and inspire your journey on and off the waves. Come experience the Stokehouse difference and discover why Canggu’s newest surf shop is making waves in more ways than one.

Stoke House Canggu jl.batu mejan 108, Ruko No 02

CLOSE OUT

Today’s youthful reality. To all surfers over 40 years old we say this: can you imagine what your surfing could have been like had you a sumptuous, custom made quiver every step of the way since you were ten years sold? Dylan Wilcoxen, on his way to the surf for a test session with his current eight beauties. Go ahead, think about it. How good could you have been?

Photography by Matt George