You Are Here: Phuket, Thailand

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This is pretty much the best surf shot from the event. Just to get that out of the way. Raditya Rondi, ASC Champ. Photo: Tim Hain.

This is pretty much the best surf shot from the event. Just to get that out of the way. Raditya Rondi, ASC Champ. Photo: Tim Hain.

Defending Indonesian champ Marlon Gerber psyching up for Thailand’s pumping surf. Photo: NM

Defending Indonesian champ Marlon Gerber psyching up for Thailand’s pumping surf. Photo: NM

Bali’s Rizal Tanjung stays focused during the finals. Photo: NM

Bali’s Rizal Tanjung stays focused during the finals. Photo: NM

Quik delegates Ry Craike and Stephanie Gilmore were on-hand to demonstrate, um, nevermind. They weren’t there. Photo: Tim Hain

Quik delegates Ry Craike and Stephanie Gilmore were on-hand to demonstrate, um, nevermind. They weren’t there. Photo: Tim Hain

Full-on Asian US Open flashbacks: skate/bike demo with Yamaha product placement and double-extra techno rave music beach party jam sponsored by DC/Quiksilver ®. Photo: Tim Hain.

Full-on Asian US Open flashbacks: skate/bike demo with Yamaha product placement and double-extra techno rave music beach party jam sponsored by DC/Quiksilver ®. Photo: Tim Hain.

Nuts on the beach? Here’s your first lesson in spotting Thai ladyboys. How many clues can you spot here? Photo: NM

Nuts on the beach? Here’s your first lesson in spotting Thai ladyboys. How many clues can you spot here? Photo: NM

Hold board more sexy, like this. Photo: NM

Hold board more sexy, like this. Photo: NM

If it’s pouring rain, they’re pouring drinks. It’s only surfing. Photo: Tim Hain

If it’s pouring rain, they’re pouring drinks. It’s only surfing. Photo: Tim Hain

Mobile inebriation. Classic Thailand. Photo: NM

Mobile inebriation. Classic Thailand. Photo: NM

Three-story super clubs on Soi Bangla road are scary to enter…and you may never leave. Photo: NM

Three-story super clubs on Soi Bangla road are scary to enter…and you may never leave. Photo: NM

Ladyboy test #2: the legendary Soi Bangla road in Potong will make you question that next cocktail. Photo: NM

Ladyboy test #2: the legendary Soi Bangla road in Potong will make you question that next cocktail. Photo: NM

Pre-heat warm-up package, Thailand-style. Photo: NM

Pre-heat warm-up package, Thailand-style. Photo: NM

Two-time (only-time, long-time) Asian Surfing Champion, Raditya Rondi. Photo: NM

Two-time (only-time, long-time) Asian Surfing Champion, Raditya Rondi. Photo: NM


 

You Are Here, Nathan Myers

Words by Nathan Myers

Photos Nathan Myers & Tim Hain

The surf is draining in Phuket. Sucking the blood from our bodies. We are helpless to resist.

Here in Thailand, the climax of the Asian Surfing Tour (ASC) is unfolding on the beach before us, but I’m not sure this is really what’s happening.

Just look at this scene:

There is a muscly man with a shaven chest rolling around in the tideline. Primpers and stylists keep fixing his hair and directing him how to hold his board more sexy. Nearby, dreadlocked kiteboarders are strapping into giant windbags. Stephanie Gilmore is giving a well-documented surf lesson a local TV personality in the shorebreak — 9-foot foam-board and all. Ry Craike is doing a flyaway exhibition in the onshore slop with Bali’s Betet Merta driving the ski like a madman. There are skateboarders, BMX-ers and fashion models co-chairing a beachfront demo. The techno DJ is playing a raver version of “Putting on the Ritz.” Two announcers are babbling away in a discord cacophony of Thailand-ish gibber-jabber, with neither is saying anything about the semi-final heat now in the water. Actually, I think they’re auctioning a television set. A Yamaha waverunner demo just capsized in the shorepound. European paragliders whiz past us. And down in the low-tide sandbar, Balinese legend Rizal Tanjung is building penis-shaped sandcastles with his two young sons. The older, Varoon, was a standout in the contest’s Junior divison and surely a future Indonesian champ. The younger, Sinar, is dressed as Spiderman and swinging an inflatable pool toy like a 9-iron.

“I think he like golf better,” jokes Rizal.

I ask Riz what the hell is going on here on this beach. I thought this was supposed to be a surf contest. An important one.

Rizal looks around, as if seeing it all for the first time. Then he laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “Come on, man,” he says. “This is Thailand.”

The semi-finals are in the water.

If vampires went surfing, Patong Beach, Thailand is where they would hold their championships. Something about this place feels like were all being glamoured up for an impending feeding frenzy we’ll neven remember. Lulled and lubricated into dopey, meat-sack complacency while some dark fate salivates behind the curtains.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I get weird about that sometimes. Like when this local promoter walked up to all the competitors during the contest final to hand out coupons for his nearby super club. “All you can drink from 10 to midnight,” he says. “You can order four drinks at once and just have at it.” None of us will leave that club alive.

The Asian Surfing Championship (ASC) tour is basically a sub-division of the Indonesian Tour (ISC). Non-Balinese competitors (that includes Thailand, Philippines, Taiwan, Singapore and Malaysia) rarely advance past Round Three of the Open division. The Indo boys just dominate. But it’s a place to start, and it’s a good stepping-stone for the amazingly talented Indonesian pros to establish a presence in a larger marketplace.

Oh my god, did I just say that? “Establish a presence in a larger marketplace.” Sorry. I mean, it’s an awesome place to come get wasted.

For a while at least.

Then it’s kind of a nasty place to sit around with a hangover and a heat sheet.

Today the boys sit on the beach and stare out at the onshore wind-slop shorepound like they’re finally had enough of Thailand’s most ridiculous backpacker town. It’s the finals of the women’s grommet longboard division, or something, and it’s been a long day. Defending Indo champion Marlon Gerber’s shades are completely fogged over by the endless onshore mist and he doesn’t even bother to wipe them clean.

“What’s the point?” he says. “I know exactly what I’d see. I’ve been staring at it all week.”
The other pros look equally exhausted by their Thailand tours of duty. These kings of Kuta Beach are no strangers to wild nights in bloodsucking tourist towns, but a lack of quality waves will break their spirit in no time. And the scene here – sloppy beachbreaks and all – is getting weirder by the moment.

Gay surf-fashion shoots. Ladyboy surf lessons. Paragliding demos. Waverunner rentals. The sponsors open up a nearby mega-store, fly in various celebrities, and beam the whole thing straight to satellite, then forget to announce the contest. What contest?

Mega Semadhi won the final, by the way. But Raditya “Cabul” Rondi accumulated enough points to take his second ASC crown (two-time winner of a two-year-old tour). Meanwhile, Lee Wilson exited the event few points shy of winning his third Indonesian Surfing Championship (ISC) title, which will end next month on Kuta Beach. Here in Thailand, the food is awesome, the waves are comparable to a Brazilian WT event, and everyone has an awesome time they barely remember.

The “all you can drink” night club is straight out of a slasher film. Vamped up with go-go girls dancing on the tables and free-flow booze spilling out on the floors. Neon darkness and techno strobe lights. Rave music smashing every word out of your mouth. My eyeballs itch and I know that the end is near. The bloodsuckers are closing in.

I stumble out to the street. There is some fresh air here, but it’s basically just as crowded, loud and crazy as it was inside. Pulsing three-story electro-hell nightclubs surround us in all directions. Go-go dancers in the windows. Pharmaceutical shops wedged in between. Ping-pong shows. Massage parlors. Cat-calling ladyboys. This whole town, it’s a just snack bar of death. No way out.

Everyone’s staring up at the sky. An exposed power-converter outside the club is shooting sparks and buzzing like electric bees in the equatorial mist. Then it catches fire. Everyone oohs and aaaahs. Electrical fireworks burst into the night and everything goes suddenly dark. The entire street. The entire block. The entire town of Patong Thailand has lost power.

No one panics. No one flees. No one screams. People sip their free flow cocktails and carry on as if this, too, were part of the Asian Surfing Championship’s ultimate afterparty. A transvestite approaches me on the street and offers me half of his/her unfinished cocktail. He/she gives me a quick package check and asks if I need a massage. It’s 1 am and I’m actually already sufficiently relaxed, thank you.

I stroll down to the beach, where silvery moonlight illuminates the waves. The onshore winds have calmed and the warm, night surf actually looks inviting. I squint my eyes looking for any fangers in the lineup, then remember they’re all up the clubs murdering pro surfers. I should probably join them.

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  • wyatt

    A comment and a question…

    1.) I know what you’re thinking but PLEASE, don’t do it. Puns involving the name Phuket – while incredibly hilarious – are kind of tired. Don’t get me wrong, the name of that town is very funny if you say it a certain way (I laugh even now, just THINKING about it!), but don’t let’s go down that path.

    2.) What’s a “gay surf-fashion shoot?” Were there homosexuals involved? Or are you just 1 of 10,000,000 people using “gay” to mean bad/unacceptable?
    It sure sounds like the later.

    thx.

  • NM

    Wyatt: Yes, the fashion shoot was for an actual gay magazine. (see photo #7). Not sure who’s using the pun here though.

  • dash

    Funny article, just a couple grammatical errors. Good stuff.

  • Cristan

    Spot the ladyboy and isn’t that just fucking wacky, eh? Your cis-privilege is kinda gross.