claim after making his exit. “Fuck, that thing was ledging out while I was inside it,” said an excited Hippo afterwards. “It even spat twice, once while I was inside it and then again when it spat me out right before it closed out.” And did Crispy get the footage to make whole boat trip worth it? Shit yeah he did. “Dunno how though,” reckoned Crispy. “ I nearly turned the camera off ’cause I thought he wasn’t going to come out.” A bloke called “Devil” had thrown the BKII trip a much-needed carrot. Things were starting to pick up.

Chapter 2 The long kiss Goodnight

Hippo’s barrel at Devil’s Island had lifted our spirits. But we were now indebted to the devil, which is never a good thing. Time after time, we’d haul arse for two-hours only to be greeted by onshore dribble and giantsize locals demanding we pay them money to surf. Of course we paid up and surf, but it became a costly exercise (both on our mental stability and our wallets). After one such joy ride, a few of the boys had to hit the ATM to re-hydrate their wallet with green. However, even this proved pricey. “Fuck, the ATM just swallowed Hazza’s card,” freaked Woody as he listened to the electronic box chew on the plastic. “He’s going to kill me. I swear I put in the right pin number. It was the easiest number, it was only 1,2,3,4.” You see, Hazza was kicking back at the resort and Woody kindly offered to withdraw coin for his mate. “Fuck Hazza is going to be pissed!” Turns out Woody was right, Hazza had provided him with the wrong digits (it was “4,3,2,1”). Satan was toying with us, but his cruel games didn’t stop there.

Late one afternoon Brenno and Hazza were knocking back a coupla tinnies at a flash bar in the five-star hotel next to Maninoa Surf Camp, only