Day 1
I snatched the window seat off Jack the Aussie in the back and begin frothing as I see crystal clear aqua water dotted with small islands surrounded by outer reefs painted white with white wash which meant WAVES!!! After walking through the pretty much non-existent customs, we were greeted by Mary a local friend of the Captains. She took us to a local hotel where we had some food and relaxed. The Indies Trader was away surfing and would be back that evening. Mary managed to organize a ride out to the local reefs where me and Jack got to surf a fun little righthander, slightly onshore but super fun. The water was warm and it was only me and Jack out there. Later on we met up with the rest of the crew on the other side of the island and the dingy came and picked us up. Jack and myself were sharing a cabin. After some 'Kai" (food) I went to bed to try catch up on the 48 hours with no sleep.

Day 2
I jump out of bed so I don't miss breakfast, which is from 7:30-8am and have a feed. All the boys then took a bumpy boat ride with Mr. 'Horny' to an island where he was to take photos. The boys and I cruised around the island looking for interesting things, except Jack who quite happily had a nap on the sand. We got back on the boat and had lunch, followed by hours of surf DVD viewing in the captain's lounge. Then chef Miguel cooked the meanest feed of chicken and pasta.

Day 3
No surf again because of the wind but swell is apparently on the rise so hopefully tomorrow we can surf. The Portuguese duet and the older boys went fishing for bonefish while the rest of us cruised in the kitchen having some laughs and listening to Justin's many stories. Had some nice pasta for lunch. More vessels were polished until dinner was served. The pork was sooooo good!!

Day 4
The boat was moving when I woke up and am told a 10-hour trip was ahead. I don't care how long the trip is as long as we get some waves.
Its fun seeing all these different little islands and I have already seen some potential waves that with a bit more swell could be all time. Lunch was once again awesome!! Miguel's the man. The island were heading for is in sight and the boy who'd been stuck in a harbor for two days, not surfing were jumping with joy with the swell on the reef. We get to a break, a right-hander which apparently gets really good. The wind was onshore though and didn't look very surfable. We then surfed a small little beachy, which definitely wasn't anything special. After the surf we went back to the boat and cruised until dinner.

Day 5
I wake up to have breakfast. Jack and Captain Frank have gone to check the waves on the dinghy and when they get back the call was made to trek to the same wave we checked on the way in. We got there to see 3-4 feet, onshore waves which when we got out there, weren't very fun.

We swooped round to the beach break and the dinghy dropped us off. After an hour or so of surfing we were told by Blake the photographer that we had to walk back. As shocked as we were, we didn't know what we had ahead. After a short meeting on the beach we decided to stroll on the road. After about half an hour of unsuccessful hitching we got to the end of the road, a proposed port but no where to see as we were still unsure how far away we were from the Trader. We came to a no trespassing sign but instead of stopping the boys started running watching their step as land mines were most probably lodged in the coral gravel which sliced your feet upon each step. Upon a small hill we spotted the Trader. Relief was felt throughout as we finally had an idea of where we were going.
Two seedy lakes were separated by a man made damn of sand. We thought to walk to the other side, but we had to get to it first. Blake was leading the pack until a patch of quicksand slowed him in his tracks. Knee deep and sinking, his eyes were wide and full of fear. He hopped out and ran where we were on the hard stuff. Cursing away, we heard a crashing sound, looked behind and saw a huge pipe unloading its contents at a very quick pace and rushing straight for us. The boys split up and ran in different directions to escape the unknown liquid stuff. Everyone managed to get to the sand spit/damn and began sprinting across it, dodging the soft spots.  We got to the end of it and had to wade through smelly toxic foam, which was knee high to the land. We got to the land, ran over the hill and the Trader was there waiting. After a wash in the sea, we paddled all the way out to the boat and I have to say the boys were pretty over it.  Well at least we survived it. After telling the crew our war stories, we had some lunch and watched a movie. Then a quick nap was the choice of the boys who endured the marathon.

Day 6
A lazy morning most people arising near lunchtime. We watched movies till mid afternoon when we went surfing at the same right we discovered. It was pretty fun a 3-4 foot but more cross-shore this time and a lot windier. We surfed for a while and then hopped back on board the dinghy where it escorted us to the Trader.

Day 7
The boys weren't the best this morning. Maybe a bit hung over or something but anything we had more movies to watch. After lunch we headed to the island where the surf and stingrays were where we got photos with the ray! A small storm cut this trip short forcing us to retreat back to the Trader. A couple of guys went diving while the rest chilled out on the boat. We watched movies until dinner. More movies until bedtime.

Day 8
Woke up late with the boat engine ringing in my ears. We were heading to the right hand point. We found to our surprise that the waves were absolute crap. Our backup plan was the beachy we had been surfing. We headed out and surfed 3-4 foot messy beachy until mid afternoon. We headed back to the boat, regrouped then a few of us went into town to use the Internet. We headed back to the boat, regrouped, and then a few of us went into town to use the Internet. We hitched both ways and got a feed of junk food, chocolate, lollies and chips which we'd been deprived of.