Seeing Mason Ho in a singlet is a rare sight. If there’s anyone who doesn’t quite fit the mould of your stereotypical competitor it’s Mason, in fact, he’s the antithesis of the whole scene.

However, when a comp means sliding into Tahiti, cruising barefoot to the contest site and casually getting tubed out of your mind with only a handful of other competitors, now that’s something right up Mason’s alley.

Is it any wonder he won the thing?