Sunday, 30 October 2011

Kumai and the amazing Orang-utans

The first thing that struck us as we anchored close to the river bank opposite Kumai were the large number of multi-story buildings lining the shore of what we expected to be a reasonably small town. We noticed something strange about them. They had no balconies or windows but we could see loud speakers hanging of them all over the place. They were too ugly to be mosques and besides, not even people in Indonesia could need that many mosques in one town. What the hell?

The waterfront of Kumai is lined with multi-story bird houses
 It wasn’t until we headed ashore and were assaulted with the noise of thousands of birds tweetering that we started suspect this was something very different.  After speaking with Hery, the local tour agent we’d booked our orang-utan tour with, we found the answer.  It turns out all these multi-story structures are high-rise birdhouses. The loud speakers play recordings of bird noises to attract other birds inside where the walls etc  are constructed so this particular species of bird will build their nests. These nests are constructed from the bird’s saliva and are the very ones used in the Chinese delicacy of bird’s nest soup. The birds normally nest inside caves but by building an artificial replacement environment for them the nests are much easier to harvest. A  single nest can sell for as much as $200 depending on weight and quality so it’s a major industry for the town. When we asked Hery if the delicacy was available anywhere in town to try we got an instant response, ‘No one here eat it. Taste like shit. Sell nests to China.’
 
So no bird’s nest soup in Kumai. Also, much to the disappointment of many a yachties, no beer at all in Kumai. The almost exclusively Muslim community have passed their own law prohibiting the sale of all alcohol in the region. Add in a very limited and largely uninspiring offering from the local, and not very clean looking restaurants, very limited supermarket supplies, streets paved with rotting rubbish, and the least friendly locals we’d struck so far, and we were starting to question why anyone would sail so far to come here.  The orang-utans of course.

Kumai is the stepping off point to take two or three day trips on local boats up river to visit the Tanjung Puting National Park, home of the world famous Camp Leakey conservation centre dedicated to the well being of the human races closest relative. This particular experience had always been absolutely on top of our ‘must do’ list for the Sail Indonesia Rally and after enjoying?? all the delights of Kumai we were certainly hoping it would live up to our expectations.
We had booked well in advance of arriving to share a boat for a two day trip with Jim and Barbara off Contrails, Anton and Carol off Shayelle, Keith and Clare off Panuliris and of course Marc, our crew mate on Nae Hassle. Meanwhile Will was heading off on a separate tour with other rally participants. The local boat picked us up directly from our respective yachts early in the morning and we headed back down the Kumai River a short distance before heading up a tributary lined with palms that actually grew in the water like mangroves.  


L-R: Anton,Keith,Rob,Clare,Carrol,Karen,Marc,Barbara&Jim
 It was a great group of people whose company we really enjoyed. It was also fantastic to catch up properly with Marc after our first real separation since we all joined Nae Hassle back in Cairns almost four months ago. We have developed quite a close bond onboard sharing the fun and many challenges it presented. Marc had not had all that great a time on the trip from Bali with the mainsail tearing through in the middle of the night just one of many dramas he faced and was enjoying being able to kick back amongst friends and unwind.


It was great to have our Nae Hassle crew back together again
On board with us were the skipper, two crew, cook and  our own English speaking guide, Pardy, a 24 year old local who had previously worked in the National Park with the orang-utans while he was doing his English studies at University. Pardy was to prove a literal mine of information, not only about the animals and environment, but he was also able to provide us with many insights into the local rural communities and way of life outside the town. On the first day we were travelling many miles upstream to visit Camp Leakey and would then spend the night moored to the river bank before taking in two orang-utan feeding stations and a reforestation project on the way back downstream on day two.
 
The river marked the northern boundary of the national park with a huge tract of land to the south protected for animal and plant conservation. Pardy’s own village had been relocated to the north side of the river when the park was established. Having said that though, as we moved upstream both banks of the river were covered in lush vegetation teeming with animal and bird life. The trees were thick with huge staghorn ferns and an incredible array of different orchids.  
At one point we were treated to a large group of proboscis monkeys (so named for their huge noses) crossing a tributary stream en mass. Pardy explained this is a defence mechanism against crocodile attack as the loud sound of all the monkeys splashing through the water at once sounds like a much larger animal than a single monkey on its own. That and safety in numbers. It’s always the other guy that gets eaten remember.
Anton & Jim watching the river bank shrink closer to the aft deck
As we travelled ever further up river the closer the banks came together, the water turned a tannin stained black colour and we played games of spot the kingfisher – crocodile – monkey.  As the vegetation closed in to touch each side of the boat more and more we also felt like we were about to come across Bogart and Hepburn coming downstream on the African Queen.  Long before we’d ever set eyes on an orang-utan we were all commenting that the journey itself was worth every penny of the modest $130 cost each. To see how far up river and how remote Camp Leakey is click on our Spot Tracker link http://www.findmespot.com/mylocation/?id=65pBO
On the way up river, Pardy explained that the word Orang means man and utan is forest so literally orang-utan means man of the forest.  Sharing 98% of the same DNA as humans they are also our closest living relative in the animal kingdom.  Each orang-utan community is headed up by a dominant male or King.  His territory will often cover a radius of up to 25 kilometres and he is the master of all in his domain. He maintains this mastery by fighting off any challenges from young males and must constantly patrol his territory to dissuade such challengers from dallying with his ladies. Younger males do co-exist in his domain provided they are subservient and stay out of the King’s way. There is also a dominant female or Queen, who all the others defer to.
At Camp Leakey the king was a big bloke called Tom whose photo graced the big billboard we had seen when we entered the park but Pardy explained we would be lucky to see him because he had such a big territory to patrol and was seldom around the conservation centre itself. As well as being the base for a number of study programs etc a major role of the camp is to raise awareness of the plight of the endangered species by providing an opportunity for people to witness orang-utans in the wild. To facilitate this a feeding station has been established where once a day many kilograms of banana or whatever fruit is in season is provided for whatever orang-utans want to come and partake while we, the tourists, ogle and take photographs.  So we eagerly disembarked from our boat and headed up the trail for our encounter with the men of the forest. We only got  short distance before our pace slowed to that of the two orang-utans that were ambling down the path in front of us on their way to the feeding platform.  These two were none other than Tom and his Queen.


The dominant male, Tom, graced us with his awesome presence
 We could see and certainly sense the massive power contained within Tom’s hairy body and mindful that he was a wild animal were trying to give him plenty of room but he really couldn’t care less and would frequently stop and seemingly enjoy being able to bring to a halt the parade of humans he was leading before restarting the procession whenever he was ready.  We’d almost reached the banana laden feeding platform when Tom called a halt to proceedings again, sniffed the air, then charged two metres off the path to a female who’d obviously taken his fancy. Foreplay was certainly short as Tom and his concubine provided all and sundry with a quick demonstration in orang-utan copulation. The Queen meanwhile headed straight for the food and it wasn’t long before Tom also returned to the pressing matter of the bananas on the feeding platform.
The younger females with babies had quickly vacated the area as the Queen approached and didn’t return until after she’d had her fill climbed a tree to watch the circus from high above. They were happy to share the feeding platform with Tom however but were clearly subservient to their King at all times.  Having had his fill for the moment Tom took up station under a palm on the ground and also seemed  content just to keep a passing eye on us.


We were in awe as we watched a continuous parade of beautiful creatures swing from tree to tree through the forest canopy making their way to and from the plentiful supply of fresh fruit. Babies clung to mother’s and young juveniles followed. All had such expressive eyes and seemed  so at peace with our presence in their realm.

Many of the females seemed to enjoy coming right in to the small throng of their distant cousins in the viewing area and interacting with us humans. You would swear they were consciously posing for photographs and would happily sit beside someone and stare down the lens as the shutters clicked furiously.

Amazingly over two hours passed like minutes as we enjoyed what was without doubt the most incredible wildlife experiences of our lives. On the walk back to our boat voices were muted and conversation fairly restrained as we were all struggling to absorb all that we’d just witnessed. Anyone that does not put a visit to Tanjung Puting National Park high on their bucket list of things to do in their lives is bananas.
That night the crew tied our boat up to trees on the bank of the narrow river and we enjoyed a fantastic meal aboard. Our whole group were all feeling on top of the world after our encounter in the forest and the jovial atmosphere continued late into the night as we shared drinks and recounted various experiences from all over the globe. Eventually our ever patient crew ushered onto the stern deck while they transformed the upper foredeck where we’d dined into our sleeping accommodation with very comfortable queen size mattresses each with its own four poster style mosquito netting.  Here we enjoyed a great night’s sleep interrupted only by the occasional sound of nocturnal forest wildlife ---- and Anton’s high decibel snoring and Marc’s vocalising loudly in his sleep what must have been an incredibly erotic dream. Oh the joys of dormitory style sleeping.

We woke early next morning as the sun’s first glow began to bring the jungle to life with strange bird calls and other noises the origins of which we could only guess. Shortly after our crew packed all the sleeping gear away and converted our dormitory back to open air living room we were underway.

The deep blackness of the water combined with the early morning stillness to convert our river into an amazing mirror stretching out before us. It reflected brilliantly every minute detail of every tree, plant, bird and animal and almost seemed to intensify the colours of the kingfishers perched on branches and orchids clinging to tree trunks. No camera could approach accurately reproducing  what the naked eye could see so clearly.



The breeding program is obviously going great guns
 It was sometime before we could tear our gaze away from the water’s surface as it revealed new dimensions of nature’s beauty with every turn of the river and pay any attention at all to the breakfast the crew had served up. Pardy was concerned that something was wrong as we hadn’t descended on the food like ravenous beasts which had been our custom the previous day.

It was a glorious start to a day that continued in the same vein . We visited another feeding station in the national park where we were enthralled by a different social group of orang-utans. This time neither the dominant male or female were present and there was a very different dynamic as different females jockeyed for prime position on the feeding platform. After much looking over his shoulder to make sure the boss really wasn’t around, one young male even got daring enough to woo an attractive young lady into a tree top liaison. How they managed to keep their mind on the job without falling ten metres to the ground was amazing. If the number of babies hanging on to mothers and the amount of orang-utan live porn we witnessed is anything to go by, this lot will be off the endangered species list before you know it.
 

Rob plants a blackwood tree to help the forest
While the Indonesian government has done a great thing setting aside a very large tract of land to protect the orang-utans and other rain forest species, much of it was previously logged and then further damaged by huge fires in the nineties. Further down river we made a stop to visit a re-forestation project that attempting to restore the habitat needed to support growth in the orang-utan population. Eco-tourists like us are able to assist the project by purchasing a tree which you’re then guided into the regrowth area to plant. They  propagate seedlings of a range of trees and you can choose which you’d like to plant. Karen chose a native fruit tree which will provide food for the orang-utans while Rob and Marc both planted blackwood trees. These are very slow growing but achieve a massive girth and reach great heights providing protection for all the forest species below. They were highly sort after by the loggers of last century and we saw no mature trees that had survived.  It was a nice feeling that we’d been able to do at least some small thing to help restore things to the way they were. Our only regret was that we didn’t take our Spot Tracker with us to record the exact GPS co-ordinates so if we, our children or even grand children ever visited the project again we could identify and see how our trees had faired. With Blackwoods taking 50 to 60 years to reach maturity there's no quick fix for the forest.

A few more miles downstream and we were again trekking through the forest to the third of the feeding stations in the park. You may think having seen two it would be a case of same, same but nothing could be further from the truth. Each group are unique and behave in different ways. At Camp Leakey, our first stop, they have had the most contact with humans and are by far the least bashful.  At our second stop the absence of the dominant animals gave rise to totally different behaviour then what we’d seen first. The final feeding platform we visited was located amongst a maze of hanging vines and the locals provided us with an incredible demonstration of their strength and agility as they swung, climbed and hung at all sorts of angles and positions. We were again incredibly fortunate to be graced with the presence of the groups huge dominant male but this time he didn’t arrive for a feed until well after the majority and it was really interesting to see the lesser males rapidly making themselves scarce and the change in behaviour in the females as some competed for his attention while others appeared to make it clear to him that they had a ‘headache’ so leave me alone.


The Boss at the 3rd feeding station
 It was late afternoon by the time we trooped back aboard thinking our adventure had come to and end but Pardy and the crew had more of mother nature’s treats  in store for us. As we headed for home motoring west towards the Kumai River again a magnificent sun set was developing  and the tree tops on both sides of the river began to fill with our big nosed friends, the proboscis monkeys as they prepared to bed down, or in this case up, for the night. Each tree was occupied by a single male and his harem of ladies and offspring.  A forlorn sight were the lads sitting all alone ina tree like the proverbial ‘Neville No-friends’. These young bucks had reached an age where they were exiled from the group by Dad but had not yet gathered their own girlfriends.

At sunset the trees were full of proboscis monkeys
We reached the section of river near the junction with the Kumai lined by the thick palms as the suns final glow disappeared and were amazed as the river banks transformed into a spectacular light show. Literally millions of fireflies filled the palm fronds, each adding the glow of its tail and producing a memorable finale to our Tanjung Puting National Park visit.
We were all dropped back to our yachts with the skipper displaying fantastic boat handling skills in the darkness, manoeuvring in the strong tidal run to gently hold position alongside each in turn while we alighted. 


A magical sunset over the river and forest
While exhausted we were also exhilarated and it was some time before we could bring ourselves to turn in.  Our two days had not only met our high expectations but far, far exceeded any ideas we’d had of what it may be like.
Next day we headed ashore to the local markets in Kumai to provision the boat for the next leg of our Indonesian odyssey across to the island of Belitung. Coming from the world of highly sanitised, pre packaged, everything at a one stop supermarket, it takes a while to come to grips with the whole Asian food market experience. In this polar opposite world you wander from stall to stall down crowded open air laneways picking the freshest and best looking fruit and vegetables that are available and bargaining the price down to something you’re willing to pay. Sometimes the range is good, other times you can choose from fifty stalls all selling water spinach, chillies, green bananas and not much else. Fortunately in Kumai we were able to stock up with a good selection of fruit and veg at the morning market. The seafood and meat market is held in the afternoon at a different place so provisioning becomes an all day job.


Pardy (on right) and our boat crew were outstanding

This next stage of the process is where the gap between west and east is most obvious. No rows of refrigerated cabinets containing plastic wrapped portions of your desired cuts of meat here. No white coated butcher with cloth cap or hair net and plastic gloves to serve you either. In the market you’ll find more open air stalls but this time with fish of all sorts and sizes displayed on a bench. Likewise squid, complete with ink, prawns in a plastic bucket, recently beheaded whole chickens or pieces of the same whichever you prefer and, if you’re lucky, large chunks of beef laying on a cutting board. Some stall owners even hover above their wares with swats to occasionally chase the flies off but most don’t bother  to fight a losing battle.
The first time we experienced the open air fish and meat market was months ago back in Alore and we couldn’t believe anyone would buy that stuff. Before long though we came to realise that the food we ate in every little restaurant we’ve patronised has come from a market just like that and we haven’t died yet. So buy the fish with the clearest eyes and freshest smell, the seller of the freshest fish usually has the best squid too. Feel and smell the prawns. You can tell which ones were caught days ago and which are fresh. When it comes to meat, your best friend is your nose. It doesn’t lie about the state decay.
So Atlantia was soon stocked up with enough fish, squid, and surprisingly good steak, along with quite a few kilos of huge green prawns, to feed a small army for weeks, or in this case, Will, Karen and Rob for five days. 
We stayed put one more day so Will could attend to some correspondence while we had internet access and tackle the problem of fixing the blocked head (toilet) in his master cabin. In the heat and humidity of this unfriendly river this was far from the nicest task. Then it was thankfully ‘Goodbye Kumai’.



Jean and Sarah opted for the express trip to see the orang-utans - Show Offs!

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Tuesday, 25 October 2011

To Kalimantan (Borneo)

 
As we’ve found before, it’s very easy for people who have been sailing the same boat for nearly a decade to become complacent when it comes to detail so we were pleased when on board Atlantia for the first time as part of the crew, we were shown all over the boat by Will and given a good briefing on what was where and how everything worked including all the safety gear. It was a very pleasant change to what we’d been used to when he also took a few minutes to explain to us the passage plan he’d put together for our 330 nautical mile sail from Bali to Kalimantan.
Our destination was actually an anchorage up the Kumai River which is very winding and quite shallow in places. With this in mind Will had planned things to arrive off the mouth off the river early in the morning to head up with good light and a rising tide. It meant a lunch time departure from Lovina Beach with two and a half days and three nights averaging 6 knots over the distance. He explained what and where the hazards were we would come across in the way of reefs, shallows and a relatively narrow channel between islands. We worked out our watch roster with us all sharing duties during the day, Karen on watch from 21.00 to 24.00 hours, Will 24.00 to 03.00 and Rob doing the dawn shift to 06.00. Just before Midday we raised the anchor and said goodbye to Bali yet again and motor-sailed with a weak south easterly wind north towards our meeting with the orang-utans.  
Karen made the most of the calm seas to make a thorough recce of the galley and ships stores. It’s not easy when you hadn’t been involved in the provisioning of the boat for a passage to work out a plan to get us through to Kumai with three meals a day but as usual Karen did a great job with Will being particularly happy not to have to worry about food.
The 51 ft Ketch Atlantia that we are sailing with skipper Will Rudd
The wind swung to easterly and built through the day and by the time we enjoyed another stunning sunset we were sailing very nicely and feeling pretty relaxed about everything. Too good to last of course as after seeing almost no nautical traffic all day, peak hour was just getting started. Literally hundreds of local fishing boats, tankers and container ships, tugs towing huge barges and even a giant oil drilling rig being moved all kicked in to keep things interesting.
Atlantia is equipped with radar but also AIS (Automatic Identification System). This is a fantastic aid we’d never sailed with before that provides an onscreen display of all AIS equipped shipping within range. It provides all sorts of information about a vessel including name, destination, size, course, speed, bearing and, most importantly, Closet Point of Approach (CPA). With AIS you know there’s a ship approaching well before it appears on the horizon and you also know, if both you and it maintain current courses, how far in front or behind you it will cross your path or if you’re on a collision path. After spending many nights straining with binoculars to see a ship’s navigation lights trying to work out which way it was heading and if collision was likely, AIS is a miracle worker.
That’s the good news. Now for the sad news. International convention now requires all ships over 300 tons and all commercial passenger ships regardless of size to be fitted with AIS. Unfortunately we’re not sure anyone has told the Indonesians. We came across numerous large inter-island ferries, tugs and huge barges, small tankers and freighters and even some very large container ships that had no AIS operational making the job of keeping a sharp watch with old fashioned Mark 1 model eyeballs extremely important.


The tugs are lit at night but the barges usualy aren't.

The second piece of sad news is that, like maintaining watch and looking at their radar, it appears the crews of many large ships are equally lax at monitoring their AIS. In other words, they’re not going to know you’re in front of them if they don’t look out the window or at the screens. At least if you have AIS you know the name of the vessel approaching and can call them up on the radio by name. This normally has a better response rate than hailing ‘Big ship, big ship, big ship positioned at such and such latitude and longitude’.
However the quality of the response can not be guaranteed. An example is this exchange we heard ourselves between one of the rally yachts and a container ship, the names of both we have changed to protect the innocent and guilty. ‘Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, Mythical, Mythical’ – no response - ‘Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, Mythical, Mythical’ – no response. The process was repeated four or five times before - ‘Container ship Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, Mythical, Mythical. You are on a collision course with us. You are on a collision course with us please respond’ – no answer - Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, Mythical, Mythical. You are on a collision course with us. We are the stand on vessel. Alter course to avoid collision.’ – repeated twice with no response - ‘Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, Mythical, Mythical,  nothing heard we are altering course to port to avoid collision.’  - no response. As the yacht passed close to the stern of the container ship ‘Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, Asian Explorer, this is sailing vessel Mythical, thank you for avoiding collision by doing absolutely nothing’ – at last a response- ‘Sailing vessel calling Asian Explorer, you’re most welcome.’
When it comes to local fishing boats it’s all more akin to Russian roulette. Proper port and starboard navigation lights are an extreme rarity probably in the range of one in ten thousand boats. If a boat is lit at all, the norm is some form of flashing coloured light bought from a dodgy hardware store mounted somewhere on board. It can be any colour or combination of colours and provides no indication at all as to the direction of travel. Many just have a normal white light so they can see what they are doing but many literally display no lights at all until you’re about to run over them. On one dark watch, Karen came within two metres of a small boat which she never saw at all until they turned on an almost flat flashlight as we passed. We’ve even been told of other yachties who’ve narrowly avoided locals whose only illumination were cigarette lighters.

One of the larger local fishing boats. Most are much smaller.
Seeing the fishing boats at night isn’t the only problem. If and when you spot them you then have to work out if they’re line fishing or have a net out. If you think it’s a net, then you have to work out where it is. Now to make things even more interesting, in this part of Indonesia a common practice is to lash three or four long lengths of bamboo together and anchor it to the sea floor anywhere and in any depth. The fisherman then tie one end of their net to it and the other to their boat to do circles around the tethered end catching whatever might be around. One boat may have numerous bamboo tethers all over the ocean floor and move from one to another at different times.
Over three moonless nights on the way to Kalimantan we did manage to avoid the oil rig, all the tankers, ore carriers and container ships, the tugs and barges, the large fishing boats down to the one man canoes but we did hit one off the bamboo tethers in the darkness. Luckily it was a side swipe and did no damage despite scrapping down the starboard side of the hull. One boat we talked to later hit one dead centre at 90 degrees with the four or five meter lashed together bamboo passing right under his boat but fortunately not damaging his prop or rudder.



Atlantia making her way up the Kumai River


Overall the trip to Kalimantan was very enjoyable with lazy days spent reading and moonless nights well away from the lights of any population centre resulting in spectacular displays of more stars in the sky than either of us have ever seen in our lives. Alternatively we motored or sailed in everything from zero wind to 25+ knots at various stages and were able to slow down or speed up as required to keep to our schedule. As a result we found ourselves entering the mouth of the Kumai River on Kalimantan at 06.30 on the morning of September 28 right on cue and made our way up to our anchorage opposite the township of Kumai. Click on the link to see a satellite photo of the location - http://www.findmespot.com/mylocation/?id=65AFK  Life is good on Atlantia.


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Thursday, 13 October 2011

Lombok to Bali


14 – 24 September 2011

There was not a breath of wind as we raised Nae Hassle’s anchor from the mud bottom of Medana Bay for our passage across to Bali so it looked like we were facing yet another day of motoring. We planned to day sail to an anchorage near the north eastern corner of the island to spend the night and then continue on the next day to the Rally’s official Bali stop at Lovina Beach on the north coast. The lack of wind frustrated us all but we unfurled a bit of main sail anyway just in case.

After winding our way around the reefs we headed past the three Gilis and were very happy to strike a gentle but strengthening breeze as we came out from behind Gili Tarwangan. Rob was at the helm and soon had the full genoa out and the boat sailing along nicely making a steady 7 knots. Other than keeping an eye on the constant stream of huge bulk ore carriers plying the sea lane between Bali and Lombok on their way from China to Western Australia, we had a very pleasant and uneventful sail to our planned anchorage in the shadow of G.Agung, Bali’s biggest volcano.

Peregrina with the volcano G. Agung in the background.
Anchoring is one of the dark arts of sailing and just about every cruiser we talk to and watch in action has different views on the best way to make sure their anchor is well set, secure in the sea bed and adequate room is allowed for the boat to swing in the wind and current staying well clear of others in the anchorage. On Nae Hassle Colin and Milin regularly have differing views on where the anchor should be dropped leading to what could diplomatically be described as “spirited discussions” in the cockpit whenever we enter an anchorage. Sometimes one view will prevail until the anchor is actually down and then the “discussion” reignites, the anchor comes up and we move elsewhere and re-anchor. Bali set a new record as we spent two hours dropping, lifting and moving five times before harmony broke out in the cockpit and we crew could relax and move back from our favoured positions on the bow away from the debate. We certainly enjoyed our sundowners that evening. Fortunately the incredibly beautiful surroundings were very calming with the sky and puffy clouds turning crimson red as the sun dipped behind the towering volcano looming over us. On shore naked children splashed happily in the small waves washing the beach lined with brightly painted fishing boats in front of the very pretty village of AmedLater we joined people from Aussie boats Frecinet and Our Odyssey aboard Peter and Margie’s Peregrina for a few more relaxing ales and good conversation.

Balinese fishing boats on horizon at dawn

Rob was up early next morning to get some photos of the dawn and the volcano as the light illuminated its dramatic slopes. Everybody else were awake soon after as we got an early start for our relatively short passage around the coast to Lovina Beach. We had visited Lovina on our first visit to Bali twelve years ago and found the place to be a very sleepy little spot with virtually no tourist facilities. We were actually surprised it had been selected as the stop for the Rally but were even more surprised when we arrived just after lunch to find Lovina Beach is now a vibrant tourist area totally transformed from our memories of the place.

After doing what boat chores needed to be done we quickly packed our backpacks and headed ashore to hire a motor scooter and head south to spend a few days with good friends Peter and Linda Cross who had flown from Australia to meet up with us at Sanur Beach. We didn’t get away from Lovina Beach until after 4.00pm and after working our way through the traffic in the city of Singaraja we commenced the climb over the high mountains into the interior.
Temple on the Lake Bratan
Now if we thought Lombok was the land of lunatical motorsickles we were soon to rediscover that Bali had it beaten hands down. There really is no problem riding here as long as you keep your wits about you and are very aware of the local ways. However when you’re struggling up a steep mountain and get passed closely and unexpectedly on a blind corner by a scooter with mum and three kids on board it can still give you a start.
It was a very slow climb up the range and as it got later and higher so too did the air get cooler then colder and we soon regretted our choice of riding apparel, shorts and t-shirts. By the time we crested the peak and started the steep descent to the valley floor we were starting to feel like ice cubes on wheels. It was an easy decision to stop for the night and we were really pleased to find a nice place to stay on the shores of Lake Bratan right beside its famous temple on the water. The scenery was only surpassed by the hot shower and great dinner.

The following morning we enjoyed a great fresh fruit salad breakfast and wander around the temple on the lake and then were privileged to witness a traditional Hindu ceremony on the lake’s edge. The attendees were all immaculately dressed in brightly coloured sarongs and head dresses and paraded past accompanied by musicians playing a range of traditional percussion instruments. It was a great start to our day.

The rest of our ride to Sanur took another two hours to cover the 65 kilometres up and over the next mountain and then down through the country side before hitting the next challenge of finding our way through the maze of roads and heavy traffic of Denpassar. We thought we were doing pretty well but in the end became unsure so stopped and asked a local which way to Sanur Beach. He looked at us like we were yet another pair of stupid tourists pointed to the ground and said “Here, Sanur here.” Oops. On the corner was a Mc Donalds so we went in, ordered cold drinks and then used the free WIFI to find directions to our villas. Gotta love Maccas even if you hate the food.
It was fantastic to spend a few days with Peter and Linda
Our budget accommodation proved to be very conveniently located a block from the main restaurant and retail area and close to the beach. We got settled in then headed for Barb’s Aussie Sports Bar, the meeting spot nominated by Peter and Linda. What a great choice for a TV sports deprived male like Rob. Cold beer and TV screens on every wall with AFL, NRL, World Cup Rugby and V8 Supercars all on at the same time. He really didn’t know where to look and almost twisted his head off his shoulders trying to keep up with every game and the motorsport. It was a good weekend for him to finally see TV again with both his favourite driver, Craig Lowndes, winning at Phillip Island and his beloved Brisbane Broncos defeating St George to move into the preliminary finals.
 

It was fantastic to catch up with such great friends as Pete and Linda and the start of really good five days with them. Sanur Beach is not quite as full on as the main tourist trap of Kuta and we really did enjoy the more relaxed atmosphere and, in particular, the beautiful beach. The four of us were lazing around on deck chairs on the beach one morning enjoying the sight of the surf breaking on the reef offshore when one lone surfer headed out on his board. It wasn’t until he dropped onto his first wave and we could judge the wave against his body that realised what we thought was about a four foot break was actually more like eight to ten foot. He had a great ride and we watched as he backed up for the next but was then absolutely smashed. End of session as he made his way back to shore bruised and battered.

 After three months Karen finally got de-fured at a nice salon near our villas and no longer has to worry about being confused for an orang-utan although when the salon manager looked at her legs she decided it was much too big a job for one person and put three of her staff on the job. Rob even got a haircut which was also none too soon. Such issues don’t concern you too much when you’re at sea but people do look at you sideways when you come ashore looking like some sort of castaway.
Doing in style as the staff ready the private BBQ
The Cross’s had decided to spoil themselves and had booked into a luxurious complex with each private walled villa having three bedrooms, a day pavilion and its own pool. We joined them one night for a sleep over and private bbq at their villa. Five staff came in, set everything up and then cooked and served us the five course candle lit dinner at a poolside table. Talk about doing it in style. It was absolutely superb. 
We backed up the next night with the four of us heading to Jimbaran Bay and the famous seafood restaurants on the beach. It’s a fantastic atmosphere with the tables set out on the actual wide sand beach overlooking a huge fleet of brightly coloured fishing boats that set sail as the sun sets in spectacular style over the water. While the food is probably the dearest in Indonesia, it’s still quite reasonable by Australian standards. We struggled to finish all the fresh Lobster, huge prawns, grilled whole fish, calamari, muscles, mud crabs and French fries served up yet with our drinks only worked out at about $65 per head.
 

The following day was our last together on Bali so we decided to have a pretty casual day with lunch at a restaurant at one end of the beach and then working our way along having a cool drink at different beachfront bars that struck our fancy. One we picked was just a tiny stand out on the sand that looked cute with its simple timber table and chairs. Cute it might have been but we were pretty shocked to be stung with the dearest price for a small beer we’ve ever encountered in Indo. As we sat drinking them Rob used a tube of superglue to stick the sole of his sandal back together. Being a bit miffed about the price of beer and with some glue left over he then proceeded to glue our empty bottles together on the table. We relaxed enjoying the view while the glue set then got up, said our “Terimkasihs” (thankyou) and headed off. The girls couldn’t resist the temptation to look back and were treated to the waitress falling off her stool in laughter at the bar boy’s shock as he tried to pick up one bottle and they all came up in his hand. Small things may amuse small minds but we enjoyed it.

 We really did have a great time with Pete and Linda, as always and it was sad saying goodbye to them that night as they headed for the airport and home. Thanks guys.

A couple more days of very enjoyable days R & R went quickly with a mix of lazing about and nice dinners before we loaded up our back packs again and pointed our little pink Honda north for our return to Lovina Beach and the boat for the next leg of our journey. The 95 kilometre trip back took just over three hours, a huge departure from how long the same distance normally takes us back in Australia on our Harley Davidson and we were a little saddle sore when we arrived in time for a late lunch before going back on board.
Here our Sail Indonesia Rally journey took a twist as we were met on shore by Colin and Milin from the boat with the news that our friends Will and Margaret on the ketch Atlantia had run into a problem. Margaret’s elderly mother had been hospitalised in Scotland and was seriously ill following two major operations so Margaret had flown home to be with her. This left Will on his own with the boat so he was looking for help to sail her. As there were five of us on Nae Hassle Will had asked if a person might be able to Atlantia. So here was Colin expressing the opinion to us that Marc didn’t have enough experience to go over to Will and was sounding Rob out about being the one to switch. He got the quick response that as husband and wife we were actually a package deal and if one went, both went.

We were both actually more than keen to get off Nae Hassle and away from all the owners arguments so the prospect of sailing with Will was very attractive and the deal was done very quickly. Next morning we packed what we needed for the four day passage ahead and transferred over to our new temporary home, Atlantia, and helped Will prepare the boat for sea. We were excited both to be on a new boat and about the next leg of our journey as we were sailing for Kumai on Kalimantan for our encounter with the orang-utans in the rain forests of Borneo.

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