24th September – 6th October | 2 - 6 foot

Yeah Mac!
Brinners, PB and Fish drag the groms into the wild west to bust their cherry onboard the Mighty Mango, scoring southern Mentawai juice the way it’s meant to be served.
THE MANGO JUJU IS REAL
As we set sail out of Padang into a blood-red Sumatra sunset the groms onboard had wide-eyed hunger for some good HTs first up. The swell was good, and the winds were perfect.
Next morning we woke to find the famed right-hander cooking, trading waves with… well, just pretty much us. The groms got their dream shot on day one! The old boys got their fix too, and the Mango Juju was off to a flying start. NUGGETS TIMBER YARD
WHO WAS ONBOARD?
Father-and-son missions are always classic, and this one had the kids stepping up, trading waves, and leaving no coconut unturned.
Onboard was Byron Bay’s eternal optimist Brinners, the mysterious PB, and Kingy’s favourite goofy footer Fish. Add a full grom battalion: Max (Brinners’ boy), Zen (PB’s young charger), Axel and Cooper (Fish’s wild pair), plus Ryder — honorary deckhand and full-time mischief maker along for the ride.
NO MORE TikTok WAVES
With HTs in the rearview, we shot down to Maccas at first light. The groms needed to scratch one more bucket-list itch at Mentawai’s most rippable left after years of watching surf movie sections of its perfect peelers.
The now-infamous Maccas “fun police” booted us after breakfast, which was fine by us — time to hunt something less glossy, less known.
South we steamed, to waves less known, and for the next two straight days we took turns getting shacked - barrels for breakfast, lunch and tea, all on our own. This is what the Mango’s about.
From there it was a blur — lefts, rights, novelty wedges, and more tubes than the groms could count, mostly on our own.
We aren’t lying when we say October has become the new money month.

31 years young

Afternoon dreaming

Another Mango postcard

Axel arse drag

Axel on rail

back to back

Barrel 100 for the day

Brinners off the bottom

Brinners!

Childhood dreams

Coop rail grab

Dreamy

Dropped wallet

Empty perfection

Fins out

Friction free

Grom battalian incoming

Inside nug

Just another day

Last light

Lock'n'load

Man turns

Mango postcards

Our home

PB off the bottom

PB!

pleny of empties this time of year

Remote dreaming

Set!

Southern perfection

Stand tall Mac

Stand tall Ryder

Sumatran slabs

Taxman come

Tube time

Tubes never get old

What a day

When the wave break here don’t be there

Wrong place wrong time

Yeah Mac!

Zen tail wack
NO SUCH THING AS LAY DAYS
When the ocean takes a breather, the Mango doesn’t. On the flatter days The Foxy Lady copped a flogging - chasing fish, diving reefs, exploring. Someone shaved their melon, the groms launched off the mast — the usual flat day fun carry-on.
And the fishing curse of last trip? Officially broken. Every nook we probed seemed loaded, the esky groaning under snapper, GTs, and whatever else was silly enough to bite.
YOU CAN’T BEAT OCEAN TO PLATE
Chef Situ worked pure magic with all the fresh fish coming his way. Fresh sashimi, ceviche, BBQ’d whole fish, and his now-legendary beer-battered fillets with home-cut chips that could hold their own at any Aussie pub. By trip’s end the crew were half-surfed, half-fed into total bliss.
QUOTE
“If we aren’t drinking beer, we aren’t catching fish.”
Brinners

Brinners knows the drill
Special Thanks
To Brinners and the lads for backing the Mango years back and proving once again why she’s the boat to be on.
Yours truly, Uncle Lip.