Timmy Turner’s Final Journal Entry From Tsunami Devastated Northern Sumatra.

1 / 20 / 05 11:30am Sailing Indian Ocean

Right now I sit next to my Mom while D.Hump and Mira are to my left. We managed to get out all the supplies that were in the engine room. It was boiling hot. Adam, the engine man and I were unloading so much and sweating our asses off. Right before this we unloaded 50 aid buckets. Right now we’re ready to pull the small fishing boat on to the beach. This village is going to get our help. We have this down to a science now. Right when we reach the beach we just let Mira do her thing and everything falls in place.

1 / 20 / 05 11:50 am sailing Indian Ocean

I’m sitting next to Dustin now and setting up the satellite phone to send these images off to America. My Mom is overseeing the boat as all the aid and medical supplies get unloaded. She’s making sure all the right supplies are heading to the right directions of the village. Mira is doing her thing, which is running the show while the doctors treat patients–I can hear the screams coming from 100 yards away. Kristian is on the video gig. As soon as the boat is finally unloaded my Mom gets to check the hospital. Hump sits patiently next to me and waits for the sat phone as the each attachment is sent. As we sit here stressed out because the sat phone is messing up due to the battery failing. I didn’t talk about letting my goats go free in the jungle at our last village. I forgot to mention my Mom letting go our stow away cat called “Miracle’. She was sad to let it go due to the fact that she saved the cats life. We found a perfect kid to give “Miracle to and the boy had tears of joy to receive “Miracle’. Hump e-mails away while both of us are baking in the sun. We have the sat phone set up right in the disaster zone of the tsunami where a 40-foot wall of water had hit. My Mom headed back to the boat again to get notebooks and crayons for the kids. I haven’t had a chance to walk up to see hospital and check it out. Hump and I have been busy on this sat phone, it takes a lot of time and patience. I know this is important though to get out these journals and photos to the world and hope that it has our desired effect on people.

1 / 20 / 05 02:45 pm on small fishing boatIt feels like I’m camping at Panatain island with Travis and Brett, and we’re trying to get to different waves when the winds are good. Why I’m talking about this, is because right now this reminds me of what we did. We’re jumping on feral boat and going village to village with aid supplies and helping every way possible. It’s funny when the waves are good you surf until dark, and even once it’s dark you keep surfing. An example: Yesterday our help was needed and we worked through the night hours to treat every patient at that particular village. Mosquitoes everywhere, kids screaming and moms scared for their children’s lives. We’re almost to the “Mikumba and were off to another village. Each time we do this operation we get better and better at it.

1 / 20 / 05 05:30 pm on small fishing boat

So here we are on another fishing boat converted to a mini cargo boat and heading to a village an hour away. The small fishing boat is maxed up with supplies and aid. While we cruise in the Indian straight, we’re 40Km south of the earthquake epicenter. This is gnarly shit, we’re over weight and we are in open ocean–wish us luck. I know we’re going to make it. I live for this shit. I have the biggest rooster and that prick has been eating all the smaller chickens. I’m back to back right now sitting with my chickens (protecting them from the rooster).

We’re arrived to the village but to get our medical team in there was impossible. Some islands out here have sunk due to the earthquake and others have risen. This one has risen about three meters. There is no longer beach access to this village. Instead there is 50 yards of high exposed reef. The reef was too sharp and dangerous for us to reach shore. There were a few dug out canoes and we used tse to deliver the supplies to the reef. One capsized. Canoe after canoe the village got the supplies off the feral boat; it took about an hour or two. Everybody was pretty depressed because we could not get in and set up a clinic.

It’s dark now and I just passed out a pack of cigarettes to the Indo’s running this small boat. While we head back to the Mikumba I feel the engine of the boat run through my body, its vibrating through all my insides.

1 / 21/ 05 10:15am on the boat

I just woke up from a huge night of partying, Dustin turned 30 at 12:00am in the morning. We stayed up pretty late drinking vodka (Sorry Matt and Diana if Dustin and I were slurring when we talked to you. We were pretty buzzed). Dustin was very stoked to spend his 30th birthday out here doing something worthwhile.

We’re an hour now from Willy’s place, and I can’t wait to get off this boat. Actually, what I’m saying is I love this boat and I want to say thanks again to Jordan and Anthony from Saraina Koat Mentawais for hooking up this boat. I was to excited to get to Willy’s place and help out his local village. It looks like it will be our last stop as we’re low on supplies. Also we have money to donate that was given to us by various friends and family members. One kid in particular, Ben Kwock, gave me $300 that was his Christmas money. He told me: “Timmy, please give this to the kids over there that need it worse than me. Good on ya Ben.

1 / 21 / 05 12:45 pm sailing to Willy’s house

It’s been nonstop; packing stuff and running around the boat and making sure we’re not going to leave anything behind. My mom had been enjoying every minute of this trip. She’s on the deck now, looking at the ocean and taking it all in.

Once we arrived at Willy’s we got to get school supplies, shovels, saws, tarps, fresh produce, 10 buckets, fishing supplies, fishing nets, and the list goes on. The tsunami only came up about 4 meters at Willy’s place, but it was mainly earthquake damage that caused the villages to get destroyed.

1 / 21 / 05 09:00 pm sitting at Willy’s house

I’m so tired right now. Our mission of unloading the boat was gnarly. We had an hour before the sun went down, and we had to unload entire boat with an 8 foot dingy. The first load, the dingy engine was broken, so Willy used his engine for the next 12 loads. While, they were changing engines, I tied up 3 surfboards together with leashes and was able to put 8 shovels and 8 saws on top of my surfboard. Before I knew it, Kristian was behind me and helped me push in our homemade raft. We made it to the beach, only a handful of us unloaded the shovels and saws. This was the easy part, after that load it got hard. Dingy loads after dingy loads were coming to the shore. It was dark. I was in my trunks and got 20 mosquitoes bites.

I’m going to smoke another Gudang right now, listen to Jack Johnson and relax

1 / 22 / 05 6:30am Willy’s house

Just woke up and it looks like its going to be a beautiful morning. I slept on the floor due to the fact I was too tired to crawl to the bed. I wonder how my Mom is doing? I better go check on her, I was supposed to sleep with her. Today is going to be another long crazy day of losing our minds in good ways.

1 / 22 / 05 11:05am Willy’s house

My Mom just cooked us all Sugar Shack omelets and we all enjoyed them.1 / 22 / 05 3:30pm at the beach

We all decided to go surfing as a group and when I mean a group I mean we all went surfing. My Mom caught her first wave ever, and said that was one of the best things of her life. We even had our Muslim doctor’s sister surfing. It was an amazing beach day and extremely refreshing after the last several days. Watching our Muslim sisters surf in there jilbab (which is the Muslim hat) was a sight to see. Mira already knows how to surf and was having a blast also.

1 / 22 / 05 7:30pm at Willy’s house

What an evening, best time I have ever had teaching my Mom and our Muslim sisters how to surf. My Mom’s life is more complete after this trip; Thank God for having my Mom experience Indonesia with me. Mom and Mira are in the kitchen now cooking us a feast.

1 / 23 / 05 3:10 am Willy’s house

I was so tired last night that I feel asleep at a decent hour. I didn’t wake up once until now when my Mom jumped up and hugged onto me for dear life. She is so scared of mice and we had mice running all over our room. So, for the rest of the morning we sat up with the lights on and talked. Our Muslim sisters woke up around 5 o’clock and said they dreamed of surfing all night long.

1 / 23 / 05 11:50am the villages

After delivering all the supplies via truck, we all just sat down with the people of the village nearby Will’s place. We donated all the money that was sent over with us from friends and family to rebuild their community center. Mira was the translator and my Mom and I did our speeches telling where the money came from. I told the story of Ben Kwock and passed his photo around the village. The people were so happy and it made all of us have watery eyes. Our mission is complete for now and were off to Dustin’s house in Bali for a day or so then straight back to America.

In closing, I just want to say a big thanks to Bill Sharp for pulling the money out of his own pocket to fund this mission. It truly saved lives. I want to thank everybody else that was a part of this mission and that includes the people at home supporting us. A huge thanks go out to Quiksilver and Quiksilver Travel for sending me and Dustin over here. I know we didn’t get the story we were supposed to, but I think we got a better one and helped out in the process. Thanks to Dustin for coming up with what seemed like at the time another one of his crazy ideas to come over here and having the motivation to see it through. A big thanks to Will for taking us to those villages that needed help when everybody else was trying to tell us that area was unaffected.

Also, I hope this journal didn’t sound like it was just about us (the white guys) helping out Indonesian (brown guys). It’s not. I’m just a writer and these are my personal journals.

The biggest thanks are to Indonesian people. The Indonesian’s are a resilient breed of people. They seem to be able to make it through anything and still keep a smile on their faces. There’s a lot to be learned from that.

Below are some different groups of people that I cam across that are really making a difference over here in North Sumatra. So if you feel the need to give to the cause these are my suggestions.

Thanks,
Timmy Turner-
Sumatra Surfzone Relief Operation-
geocities.com
www.simeulue.com
www.surfaid.com
www.sumatransurfariis.com
www.IDEP.orgMom and our Muslim sisters how to surf. My Mom’s life is more complete after this trip; Thank God for having my Mom experience Indonesia with me. Mom and Mira are in the kitchen now cooking us a feast.

1 / 23 / 05 3:10 am Willy’s house

I was so tired last night that I feel asleep at a decent hour. I didn’t wake up once until now when my Mom jumped up and hugged onto me for dear life. She is so scared of mice and we had mice running all over our room. So, for the rest of the morning we sat up with the lights on and talked. Our Muslim sisters woke up around 5 o’clock and said they dreamed of surfing all night long.

1 / 23 / 05 11:50am the villages

After delivering all the supplies via truck, we all just sat down with the people of the village nearby Will’s place. We donated all the money that was sent over with us from friends and family to rebuild their community center. Mira was the translator and my Mom and I did our speeches telling where the money came from. I told the story of Ben Kwock and passed his photo around the village. The people were so happy and it made all of us have watery eyes. Our mission is complete for now and were off to Dustin’s house in Bali for a day or so then straight back to America.

In closing, I just want to say a big thanks to Bill Sharp for pulling the money out of his own pocket to fund this mission. It truly saved lives. I want to thank everybody else that was a part of this mission and that includes the people at home supporting us. A huge thanks go out to Quiksilver and Quiksilver Travel for sending me and Dustin over here. I know we didn’t get the story we were supposed to, but I think we got a better one and helped out in the process. Thanks to Dustin for coming up with what seemed like at the time another one of his crazy ideas to come over here and having the motivation to see it through. A big thanks to Will for taking us to those villages that needed help when everybody else was trying to tell us that area was unaffected.

Also, I hope this journal didn’t sound like it was just about us (the white guys) helping out Indonesian (brown guys). It’s not. I’m just a writer and these are my personal journals.

The biggest thanks are to Indonesian people. The Indonesian’s are a resilient breed of people. They seem to be able to make it through anything and still keep a smile on their faces. There’s a lot to be learned from that.

Below are some different groups of people that I cam across that are really making a difference over here in North Sumatra. So if you feel the need to give to the cause these are my suggestions.

Thanks,
Timmy Turner-
Sumatra Surfzone Relief Operation-
geocities.com
www.simeulue.com
www.surfaid.com
www.sumatransurfariis.com
www.IDEP.org