And Nathan Florence, new king of Pipeline in the Florence house! Regicide!

Four months after competing in, and winning, her first-ever CT event at Fiji, and eight months after redefining backside tuberiding for women at Snapper, Erin Brooks has won the Vans Pipe Masters.

Erin, who is seventeen, won easy, real easy, beating the so-called Queen of Pipe, Moana Jones Wong, Bettylou Sakura-Johnson and Caity Simmers.

In a sharp break from WSL judging, Erin Brooks swung on an eight-foot closeout but was awarded sixteen points out of thirty, setting up her victory with one of the best waves of the contest.

After her Fiji win, Richie Lovett, former tour surfer and commentator, correctly prophecised,

“Erin Brooks is on a pathway to destiny. She was ruthless.”

 

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As fifteen-foot sets stacked and shifted on the horizon and a devil wind tore it to hell, Nathan Florence, a harassed looking wisp of a man, cooly picked a couple of insiders and then wrapped it all up in a near-perfect first-reefer to win.

And win, like Erin Brooks, easy.

After the final, which was beautifully live-streamed by Nathan Florence’s YouTube channel and which featured John John Florence, Alex Florence and Eli Olsen and Jamie O’Brien on commentary, Makua Rothman asked:

Nathan, you’re the best surfer in the world right now. Most time in the water, most energy and best connection at Pipe. It didn’t open for anyone but you.

Nathan Florence aw-shucked a little from that amphibian mouth, gave a juvenile chortle, and said he watched John John paddle out last year in the final as the onshore came up, but still refused to be cucked.

“I saw him do it. And you now what, I said, make it happen. Bad Pipe, good Pipe, just make it happen.”

 

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Where are we surfing? Where are we eating? Should we chase the swell to X? No thanks.

“Cause life is just a party and parties aren’t meant to last”
1999 , Prince

Five days left in a 60-day Indonesian visa. Looks to be double overhead and offshore for the rundown till a pre Christmas exit back home. Fuck….you never want to leave but it’s always a good idea to bolt with a bit of fuel in the tank. Always leave ‘em wanting more. Too many seedy expats lurking around Indo carting that chip on their shoulders. Learn from their mistakes. Too many perfect waves is a thing.

Back to Oz and hit the ground running. Fit, tanned and tubed as fuck. The festive spirit is an epic cushion against the inevitable comedown of East coast low period, beachbreak dogshit after a couple of months of proper waves. Catching up with mates and family when everyone has a smile on their face and a beer in their hand. Sure helps ease the pain of returning to reality.

Been a fucken blast though. I try and do a couple of two month trips to Indo each year. The late October till Chrissy trip is a no brainer. My newish home has just come out of a winter run of waves and gotten bogged down in the Springtime terrors. Insipid windswells barely stirring the cool, green chlorophyll-and-White shark ridddled North Coast Pacific. Uggghh. Fella got his leg bitten off whilst I was surfing up the other end of the beach. Surf was terrible. All the motivation I need to get the fuck out of there. Ticket to Indo bought and started soft sand running, stretch routine and push ups.

I prefer to go solo. My lady is more than cool with it. She knows all too well how poor company I can be when I’m not surfing decent waves. She comes and goes between Oz and Indo as she pleases and visits when I’m not burrowed down in some remote surf zone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s loved our shared times living rough while chasing waves, fish and respite from the masses but her mum needs attention these days so extended sojourns aren’t her thing.

I’m also not a big fan of mates coming along. Fuck surfing by committee: Where are we surfing? Where are we eating? Should we chase the swell to X ? No thanks. Way preferable to keep things loose and nimble. You meet way more people and get far more opportunities when you’re a solo traveller.

Virtually every true friend I’ve got I’ve met at some surf spot or another. You aren’t receptive to new crew when you’re wrapped in the group bubble. Too many chefs spoil the broth.

The whole process of heading to the Indisputable Best Waves in the World of Indonesia, with vast swathes of daylight before Australia sitting in second spot, is a blast. It gets real when the quiver gets selected and thrown in the board bag. That’s when the first frisson of thrill starts inching down your spine. A few beers on the flight as you watch the unbelievable vastness of Oz from 40,000 feet. Next thing you’re emerging into the ubiquitous Indo humidity and the familiar throng at the airport arrivals.

I’ve got a little bolthole where I park up between inter island missions. It’s comfortable but not too expensive. I know the staff and there’s some reliable waves nearby. They are mostly Indo B or C grade though they get damn fine often enough to keep me coming back. Low crowds seals the deal. Enough power, current and open ocean intimidation to keep the majority of the dilettante surfy crowd well the fuck away most of the time.

Each trip is its own beast. Sometimes it’s a monastic surf existence. Just trying to get as surfed out and fit as humanly possible. Up well before dawn stretching and caffeinating. First immersion in the silky kiss of a tropical lagoon in the half light of civil twilight. Other times it’s a blur of Bintangs, long lunches and sunset sessions with new friends mixing up the wave sliding.

This trip was a bit of everything. Initial couple of weeks on my own focussed on getting the wave count up. Indo came to the party with an incredible run of surf. Then an old mate turned up. We chased swells and scored an epic stretch of mid range Goldilocks quality. Nothing too big or too small. Just relentless pumping waves with accommodating winds. Kachunk, Kachunk, kachunk. Old mate came a bit underprepared and his body gave out. Then he hit the reef. Then his tiger claw reef cuts got infected. Not an ideal scenario for anyone in the vicinity. He came good in the end and fronted for the best swell yet just as I bolted back to Bali to catch up with my lady.

Waves kept coming. I managed to successfully juggle all the responsibilities of a surfer inundated with epic waves, endless Bintangs and overflowing good times. Now my lady is headed back to Oz and I’ve got a few days left on the countdown.

The usual plan is to give myself over to the Christmas knees up, let the holidaymakers have at it over January then return for another 60-day visa over February and March. Could be flat, could pump. Only one thing is for certain and that’s the Fun don’t done.

Life is short. Hope you’re all getting something good with a big smile on your face.

"I know many of you hesitate to send or take your kids on a surf trip…This is a once in a life time opportunity…in a fun yet safe and controlled environment."

In what you might call the ugliest surf-adjacent story of the year, Sunshine Coast surfer and wildly popular surf coach Connor Lyons has been granted bail after being charged with sex crimes against kids.

Lyons, who is twenty-six, is accused of the indecent treatment of two children over a 14-month period on both the Sunshine and Gold Coasts.

The allegations involve him exposing his penis to the children and engaging in inappropriate physical contact, including an incident during what was described as a “naked massage.” Both alleged victims reported discomfort and asked Lyons to stop.

Police allege that Lyons deceived the parents of the children to leave them alone with him, which facilitated the alleged abuse.

Despite opposition from the police citing Lyons as posing an unacceptable risk to the community, he was granted bail with strict conditions. These conditions include no contact with children under 16, not attending venues frequented by children, and reporting to police three times a week. He is also restricted from coaching children under 17.

The incidents came to light when both alleged victims made complaints within a two-day span in mid-December 2024.

For whatever reason, Lyons’ Instagram account is still active and in light of the allegations ain’t doing him any favours.

 

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Lyons has appeared in the Maroochydore Magistrates Court, where he is scheduled for a reappearance in February 2025.

The police have encouraged anyone who might have experienced similar incidents to come forward.

Lyons is a talented surfer and an occasional competitor on the WQS circuit.

Despite the charges, it’s real important to remember Connor Lyons is innocent until, and if, found guilty.

 

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