G land dos and donts
Trying to figure out how to upload some photos not just a link. This rove beetle is a nasty little lesson.
Underdownunder wrote:
Trying to figure out how to upload some photos not just a link. This rove beetle is a nasty little lesson.
Underdownunder. Hi mate. Hope you are well.
Go to ImgBB- Free Image Hosting, register, it’s free. It’s very easy, follow prompts. AW
(Hey Blackers. What do you reckon, I should be the last person dishing out advice on here about ImgBB, what a joke, crack myself up sometimes, most of the time. )
Underdownunder wrote:
Copied link
Pasted
Then comes up blank?
Hi mate. When you are uploading photos from your photo library, you push upload obviously, once they are uploaded and processed, the next step just before you copy is to select from a box there, HTML Fully Linked, there are other options but don’t select them. AW
AlfredWallace wrote:
Copied linkPasted
Then comes up blank?
Hi mate. When you are uploading photos from your photo library, you push upload obviously, once they are uploaded and processed, the next step just before you copy is to select from a box there, HTML Fully Linked, there are other options but don’t select them. AW
once you have fully linked setting , simply tap the copy below it and you’re good to go . You will get there , if a couple of dinosaurs with no tech knowledge can be taught, then you will shit it in .
stunet wrote:
You picked the best days to get crook - in between swells.
Had a beer up at Bobby's yesterday evening and while walking back past Jawa Jiwa I heard Slice Of Heaven by Dave Dobbin being played loud, sung even louder.
Couldn't believe it.
Called in to see your mates arm in arm finishing off the "da da da" part, and Deano kicking it shirtless on a beanbag looking like the cat that got the cheese. Fucking hell, what a classic scene as the sun dipped over the bay and your mates got the bonfire stacked. Few toasts to the ANZACs, glasses raised, then Let There Be Rock by AC/DC came on and your mates were off and away again.
I then had a few beers with old Moonah down at Joyos, who was quietly chuffed at the coming forecast. Glad he packed a 7'6". I left this morning on the fast boat. Kuta now, home tomorrow.
Glad to hear you're feeling better. Hope you can swing into a few during the next swell.
Dean the Kiwi Birthday boy here.
Just caught up to this thread.
What an amazing way to celebrate ya 50th! Straight of the boat into 3 days of heavy water, sharing MT's takeoff with Stunet, D Longbottom, and about 5 other Aus underground chargers. You really had to want it to get into one. I came into this with unfinished business from last visit 28yr ago where I got owned and left defeated. Felt so good to get some bombs on my own hand shapes. Super cool to share that and shoot the shit with true ANZAC legends.
26th July update, first time I've seen perfect high tide Speedys. Was lined up perfection but 5ft and a bit slow, some unreal ones from of MT's right through Speedys went down. Same today by the looks. Time to go wax me deck
Unreal !
Share Pics of your Shapes
https://www.swellnet.com/forums/the-shaping-bay/492197
Done all the steps upload link copy , paste to comment blah blah And still won't upload a pic, just blank. Got me fkd,
Any hoo
The tom cat beetle is a cnt of a thing
Venom is 12 times more potent than the cobra. Difference is they don't bite they spray or in my case I squashed the fucker. To my detriment. Day two in Indo this happened, little didnI know that the venom was leeching into me as I didn't clean it and didn't know what the fk the bug was. Three days later the venom had me in bed with headaches, fever and zero energy. What I thought was just a sunburn blister was more sinister. It's literally fkd my trip. The waves are firing again and I'd be lucky to do ten push ups the way I feel.
So moral.of story is watch out for these insects of Satan. If one gets on you then blow it off do not touch or squash, clean area with warm soapy water and should be all good. If blisters up seek medical assistance (whoops)
Its been a fun trip regardless of not getting the waves of my life right in front of me. Sometimes you roll.the dice of life and come up snake eyes.
Live and learn.
Island Bay wrote:
Any of you ever bring your missus for a short jaunt? My wife sounds interested in a four day G-Land trip when next on Bali.
I have a fussy Mrs, even she could handle this accom
She can spend hours reading, walking, snorkeling.
freeride76 wrote:
Nice one gents.
That bite looks nasty Downunder.
Rule one with beetle juice
Wash off immediately with warm soapy water, 2 seek medical attention if blisters up badly, 3, don't be me and leave it on skin to be absorbed into system and not know about rule 1&2
Rookie error from an indo novice, I thought it was sunburn and then a flu not a venom 12 times the cobra potency.
Lesson learned just in time for end of trip and back to the grind of being a cog in the capitalist mode of production for a core nation state. Any one got spare silver spoon or a trust fund they don't want?
First time i've ever heard of it. I thought you had to keep your eye out for tigers?
There you go- forewarned is forearmed or however the saying goes.
This has been a great thread.
@underdownunder , thanks for sharing this, I’ve never heard of them and been coming to indo a long time, I don’t like bugs crawling on me period and usually flick them off with my finger . You might be a first timer but you’ve shared some valuable information, good on you and hopefully you’re blessed next trip .
Supafreak wrote:
@underdownunder , thanks for sharing this, I’ve never heard of them and been coming to indo a long time
news to me too, @Supa, wot an intense thing.. (I just hate the things that fly into your ear or neck or underarm and if you swat them away they immediately give you painful but very temporary sting.. still dunno what they are..) epic photo of @AW, sorry to hear he's been in the wars again! (now I have sharp dressed man' in my head with the lyrics 'every girl's crazy 'bout a singlet tan'.) Look after him Supa!
Lovely pics & congratulations on preserving with learning how to post pics , took me awhile.
Underdownunder wrote:
Underdownunder. Hi mate great shots, in particular that green live coral has piqued my interest.. Keep them coming.
There’s no stopping you now. All the best. AW
That reef is a great spot for an early morning walk on low tide waiting for the trades to kick in.
If you must take the boat out, (please don't) at least have the good grace to be dropped a long way out and way, way down the end(long past the last surfers) and paddle up. There is one wave at least of every high tide set just ruined by refracted boat wake crossing through the lineup. Its the most dangerous thing about the place.
Joyos have canned the yoga for now, get in touch with their office and request it- I need my dodgy racket back.
StormyAndBo wrote:
If you must take the boat out, (please don't) at least have the good grace to be dropped a long way out and way, way down the end(long past the last surfers) and paddle up. There is one wave at least of every high tide set just ruined by refracted boat wake crossing through the lineup. Its the most dangerous thing about the place.
Joyos have canned the yoga for now, get in touch with their office and request it- I need my dodgy racket back.
The other side of this is if you miss time the key hole you’re getting smoked to past the photo boats at the end of speedies.
May have experienced that myself possibly.
Bedtime story for Lanky #1:
Sunday arvo, Moneytrees, 8-10 feet - every second set breaking on the bommie for reference.
Maybe twenty people out along the section but only about five of us on the Ledge. Dylan L trying to ride a short-ish board, Marvin from Vicco on a Webber DS, Aaron Pace from Cenny Coast, 68-year old Chappo from Newy making occasional forays on his 8'4" Dylan, and one or two others I didn't know. Some excellent waves ridden.
My wave count had slowed down and I hadn't had one for about 45 minutes. Getting itchy. Getting nervy. A set broke on the bommie and the first one pushed in as a double up but I let it go. The second one also doubled up and I appeared to be in a good spot. Someone asked me and I replied 'yeah'.
Put my head down and paddled hard. The double ups always lift that bit faster though I was ready for it, paddling at an angle and up to my feet early handling a bit of weightlessness as the rails lifted then regathered smoothly and I got a look down the line as the wave walled up to Tiger Tracks, or so it seemed. Whatever, it was fucking immense.
I got one quick pump in before another bottom turn after which I'd assume the possition. Stretching to make ground I caught a flash of colour over my left shoulder and then as I came up under it something wholly unexpected - a surfer dropping straight down and just feet off my inside rail.
Not easy making sudden turns on a 7'0" but I banked it hard and straight, trying to get out ahead of the lip. The severity of the situation hit me later but in the moment I just tried to get away from the lip. It broke just behind me, no direct impact, but the explosion took me down.
Got ragdolled in anger fuming at what just happened. Easier to handle a thrashing when it's not your mistake or error of judgement, but it was still a full set rinse down the Moneytrees reef. Snuck back out before Speedies and collected myself. Paddling back up I politely asked around: "Who the fuck was that?"
Shrugged shoulders, shaking heads, possibly one or two people wondering why this angry old walrus wasn't smiling on such a pristine arvo.
Paddled back to the Ledge, tried to regather and put it aside for the sake of the session. I needed an A-game not a revenge fanstasy.
Maybe fifteen minutes later a face. He was here earlier and I haven't seen him since.
"Mate," I say looking him in the eye, "was that you who just dropped in on me?"
"Fuck, I'm so sorry," he replies.
Stuff the chill vibes, I'm suddenly righteous and pissed. "People get hurt doing that shit. What's the go?"
"I didn't even know you were on it, mate," says the interloper. "It all happened so quick and that Japanese fella," he points to a middle-aged oriental fella who's suddenly wishing he was invisible, "told me to go."
"So I spun and went. Didn't see you until I'd got to the bottom."
He's not lying. I can see it in his face. The contrition. The slow paddling as he's relaying it.
A final word: "I'm not that kind of surfer."
Suddenly my anger has nowhere to go. Which itself is infuriating cos I wanted to unload on someone. There's nothing I can say. He's a grown man, not a kid, and he surfs way better than me anyway - I see this thirty minutes later when he rides a great barrel through a few deep sections and very nearly makes it.
I'm all for talking in the surf. Not jokes - though they're good too - I mean communicating to each other if a wave will be made or not. Yell out, help out, let more waves be succesfully ridden, and perhaps that's what old mate was trying to do telling him to go. Just that he'd got it wrong - there was somebody already on the wave.
The incident quickly became a distant memory. As is the way during those sessions when an overflow of sights and sounds puts a constant squeeze on the adrenal gland so the time-space continuum registers more heavily than usual.
It helps to unpack those memories parked on a wooden bench overlooking the bay, green bottle in one hand, maybe some Bob Marley on the speakers, surrounded by surfers also making sense of that they'd just seen and done.
A tap on the shoulder. I look around to see old mate from the surf, a green bottle in each hand.
"So sorry, mate."
"Ah, it's all good. Got a couple later on that were unreal. How was that barrel you got...?"
"Yer, almost made it."
So we shook hands, made intro, drunk the beers, and another round, as conversation ebbed from what went on this arvo to who's friends with who to what the swell's doing and a hundred other points of interest.
Yeah, classic.
Those late, last minute spins to go out there can be pretty fraught- sometimes you are relying on someones call to go.
stunet wrote:
Bedtime story for Lanky #1:
Sunday arvo, Moneytrees, 8-10 feet - every second set breaking on the bommie for reference.
Maybe twenty people out along the section but only about five of us on the Ledge. Dylan L trying to ride a short-ish board, Marvin from Vicco on a Webber DS, Aaron Pace from Cenny Coast, 68-year old Chappo from Newy making occasional forays on his 8'4" Dylan, and one or two others I didn't know. Some excellent waves ridden.
My wave count had slowed down and I hadn't had one for about 45 minutes. Getting itchy. Getting nervy. A set broke on the bommie and the first one pushed in as a double up but I let it go. The second one also doubled up and I appeared to be in a good spot. Someone asked me and I replied 'yeah'.
Put my head down and paddled hard. The double ups always lift that bit faster though I was ready for it, paddling at an angle and up to my feet early handling a bit of weightlessness as the rails lifted then regathered smoothly and I got a look down the line as the wave walled up to Tiger Tracks, or so it seemed. Whatever, it was fucking immense.
I got one quick pump in before another bottom turn after which I'd assume the possition. Stretching to make ground I caught a flash of colour over my left shoulder and then as I came up under it something wholly unexpected - a surfer dropping straight down and just feet off my inside rail.
Not easy making sudden turns on a 7'0" but I banked it hard and straight, trying to get out ahead of the lip. The severity of the situation hit me later but in the moment I just tried to get away from the lip. It broke just behind me, no direct impact, but the explosion took me down.
Got ragdolled in anger fuming at what just happened. Easier to handle a thrashing when it's not due to your mistake or error of judgement but it was still a full set rinse down the Moneytrees reef. Snuck back out before Speedies and collected myself. Paddling back up I politely asked around: "Who the fuck was that?"
Shrugged shoulders, shaking heads, possibly one or two wondering why this angry old walrus wasn't smiling on such a pristine arvo.
Paddled back to the Ledge, tried to regather and put it aside for the sake of the session. I needed an A-game not a revenge fantasy.
Maybe 15 minutes later a face. He was here earlier and I haven't seen him since.
"Mate," I say looking him in the eye, "was that you who just dropped in on me?"
"Fuck, I'm so sorry," he replies.
Stuff the chill vibes, I'm suddenly righteous and pissed. "People get hurt doing that shit. What's the go?"
"I didn't even know you were on it, mate," says the interloper. "It all happened so quick and that Japanese fella," he points to a middle-aged oriental fella who's suddenly wishing he was invisible, "told me to go."
"So I spun and went. Didn't see you until I'd got to the bottom."
He's not lying. I can see it in his face. The contrition. The slow paddling as he's relaying it.
A final word: "I'm not that kind of surfer."
Suddenly my anger has nowhere to go. Which itself is infuriating cos I wanted to unload on someone. There's nothing I can say. He's a grown man, not a kid, and he surfs way better than me anyway - I see this thirty minutes later when he rides a great barrel through a few deep sections and very nearly makes it.
I'm all for talking in the surf. Not jokes - though they're good too - I mean communicating to each other if a wave will be made or not. Yell out, help out, let more waves be succesfully ridden, and perhaps that's what old mate was trying to do telling him to go. Just that he'd got it wrong - there was somebody already on the wave.
The incident quickly became a distant memory. As is the way during those sessions when an overflow of sights and sounds puts a constant squeeze on the adrenal gland so the time-space continuum registers more heavily than usual.
It helps to unpack those memories parked on a wooden bench overlooking the bay, green bottle in one hand, maybe some Bob Marley on the speakers, surrounded by surfers also making sense of what they'd just seen and done.
A tap on the shoulder. I look around to see old mate from the surf, a green bottle in each hand.
"So sorry, mate."
"Ah, it's all good. Got a couple later on that were unreal. How was that barrel you got...?"
"Yer, almost made it."
So we shook hands, made intro, drunk the beers, and another round, as conversation ebbed from what went on this arvo to who's friends with who to what the swell's doing and a hundred other points of interest.
Bummer, in the end though and I say this alot.
If you don't like dropping in
........then sit deeper , there no response a burner can give .
Sit deeper boys and girls .
It's better to be to deep than shoulder hopping.
All in,
It's nice that you were nice .
It's not back paddling if you are sitting on the shoulder and someone paddles deeper to the take off.
Good work, Stu.
Shit happens, even when decent people are involved, and it's good for the heart to not get carried away. Blatant arseholery of course another story.
well it could have ended up a lot worse ....funny how there's two ways of looking at things......at least he owned it like a man and apologized ....but thats heavy
Japanese fella probably told old mate to go so there was one less in contention for the next wave.
All sorts of shenanigans can happen.
I've been guilty of some.
Could picture it all happening Stu. This paragraph got me:
"The incident quickly became a distant memory. As is the way during those sessions when an overflow of sights and sounds puts a constant squeeze on the adrenal gland so the time-space continuum registers more heavily than usual."
I had to pull back on the biggest wave I would have had in the last 24 months as someone was frozen in fear right in front of me as I went to take off. At the time the adrenaline was so high I basically forgot about it instantly, as there was really no space for me to be thinking of the past while trying to chase down 8-10 foot sets in the present. It was only in the days afterwards that I thought how perfect a wave it was. Glad you scored some good G Land!
yeh, sick read! was quite moved by it.. flog it to doherty (big fan) with some grainy pics.
It's hard to always be "deepest" or on the peak at G-land- when it's such huge reef and playing field and different swells peak on different parts of the reef Lanky.
[quote=freeride76]It's hard to always be "deepest" or on the peak at G-land- when it's such huge reef and playing field and different swells peak on different parts of the reef
It just seems to happen so much these days,
Yet the person on your inside usually has right of wave.
Yeah.
When that person just got dropped off in a boat and paddled in to a deeper position straight off the boat?
And you've been paddling to stay in position for 45 minutes?
Just got back from family trip to Bali, only managed to sneak a few quick sessions at Legian beachy's - out on a fun high tide peak 7 locals getting most waves, me and another bloke getting the (fun) scraps - I manage to get a set and the other bloke makes eye contact them burns me! Upon asking if he saw me he replied in a thick Aussie drawl "yeah sorry mate I did but I hadn't had a good one in a while" (he'd gotten more than me) - couldn't be assed getting into it over small beachy's but equally couldn't imagine doing that to someone else - total grub move and goes to show there's fuckwits out there
pittsy wrote:
Just got back from family trip to Bali, only managed to sneak a few quick sessions at Legian beachy's - out on a fun high tide peak 7 locals getting most waves, me and another bloke getting the (fun) scraps - I manage to get a set and the other bloke makes eye contact them burns me! Upon asking if he saw me he replied in a thick Aussie drawl "yeah sorry mate I did but I hadn't had a good one in a while" (he'd gotten more than me) - couldn't be assed getting into it over small beachy's but equally couldn't imagine doing that to someone else - total grub move and goes to show there's fuckwits out there
@Pittsy man-up say ok "you owe me one - im going on the next" if he winges shoulder shrug+"dont care im going"
I like the guy who is deeper but has to paddle like a steamboat for 20 meters to take off on your shoulder, that guy is a douche and deserves a “what the fuck?”
A bit like FR’s boat guy.
freeride76 wrote:
Yeah.
When that person just got dropped off in a boat and paddled in to a deeper position straight off the boat?
And you've been paddling to stay in position for 45 minutes?
No, straight of the boat is fair game. Mandatory, even. thems the rules.
Bnkref wrote:
That reef is a great spot for an early morning walk on low tide waiting for the trades to kick in.
If you come in after dark(do so down at speedies end where the reef is at least flat) the reef glows with tiny phosphorescent lights, splash some water around on it and watch the light show. Its beautiful.
soggydog wrote:
If you must take the boat out, (please don't) at least have the good grace to be dropped a long way out and way, way down the end(long past the last surfers) and paddle up. There is one wave at least of every high tide set just ruined by refracted boat wake crossing through the lineup. Its the most dangerous thing about the place.Joyos have canned the yoga for now, get in touch with their office and request it- I need my dodgy racket back.
The other side of this is if you miss time the key hole you’re getting smoked to past the photo boats at the end of speedies.
May have experienced that myself possibly.
The Grand Tour! All part of the fun! Better than taking a set warbled out with boat wake and getting lit up all the way down through to the end for your troubles.
Heading to G land next week to get scarred up and beaten, never been , any tips any topics from old hands be appreciated. Taking a 7.0, 6.8 & a 6.3.