The plan was to take shelter and rest behind Doini island for 2-3 days before we set sail for Port Moresby. This was not to be, as the Predictwind Offshore forecast for the next 10 days indicated very strong winds for the next 7 days, only moderating by Sunday the 11th June. It indicated a window of 3 days of 14-15 knot winds along the South PNG coast, which would allow us a two-day sail to Port Moresby. We went ashore, meeting the friendly staff at Peter Neville’s resort and tackled a walk to the airstrip to stretch our sea legs. Did we stretch the legs – it turned into a 3,5h walk around the island, visiting the skull cave and Love Beach and then back to the resort. We slept well!
Peter Neville’s plane hit a pothole recently, bending the nose wheel and propellor – now in Brisbane for repair.
Up and down hills.
Steep climb to the skull cave.
Old burial custom – body in the ground, skull in the cave.
Love beach on a windy day.
Our nights were interrupted by strong gusts coming across the island, swinging the boat wildly from side to side, seriously testing the ground tackle and anchor chain. Michael, one of the staff invited us to bring our washing to the land. As they had to turn on their power generator to pump water to their tanks, they could also run the washing machines in their laundry. We fetched water from a rainwater tank at Cecilia and Margaret’s house. We were most grateful for this and donated all our remaining trading clothing, fishing line, hooks, etc. to them.
On the Thursday we tackled the walk up to the lookout, which afforded good views over part of the island. Friday and Saturday was spent packing up to sail North.
View North from the lookout.
View South towards the airport.
Our weather routing programme indicated a break in the strong S-E winds, so on Sunday the 12th June we lifted anchor at 7am, or rather thought we would be lifting the anchor. The anchor and chain was wrapped around a coral head and after motoring in all directions to try and unwrap it, I dived down to try and dislodge it. It was beyond my 70-year-old depth limit at about 8 metres, so more forwards and backwards with the motor, until an hour later, we got the anchor up.
The first four hours was spent motoring until we passed Brumer island, when the wind picked up. Not only did it pick up, but we sailed into increasingly confused seas, eventually resembling a washing machine with 3-5 metre swells and breaking waves – the remnants of the week long strong winds. The wind increased overnight, forcing us to reef the main first one and then two reefs, before furling the jib. The wind increased to 35 knots, until the autopilot decided it had enough and shut down, forcing us to steer the boat for the next 14 hours.
We expected to reach Port Moresby by 2pm, but no such luck – the sector on the Navionics GPS chart for the approach to Port Moresby was blank and showed no depths or reefs. Fortunately, it was still light, so we had to visually navigate around some seriously treacherous reefs, lining up the final 30 mile run into the harbour by an occasional full moon – due to cloud cover.
After 262nm, we anchored in the yacht club basin at 1:30 am, downed a beer, had a shower and hit the sack – dead tired. At 7:30am the next morning, we were called from the shore, by a gentleman named Brian Hull, inviting us to sundowners at 6:30pm! He is the chairman of Century 21, a property sales/management company employing about 50 people and at 79 years, still running his business! He came to PNG from Australia at age 19, sixty years ago and at independence, became a PNG citizen.
But first we had to welcome Andy from Customs aboard to check us into PNG (having already been there for six weeks!) and then Jimmy from Quarantine Services, who charged us 55 kina (about $22) to go through the boat, remove our three bags of rubbish and take it ashore. Royal Papua Yacht Club (RPYC) allocated us a berth and by 11am, we were enjoying a great cup of coffee on the deck. The club is comparable to RMYC, our home club, with a 256 berth modern marina. The club has a large restaurant, café, bar, boat shed, gymnasium as well as shower and laundry facilities.
RPYC clubhouse and marina.
RPYC has approximately 3,200 members and is very secure with 24-hour security. They have approximately 130 members living on boats in the marina. We relaxed the rest of the day and went for sundowners as requested. Brian arranged for Stephen, his offsider on his two boats and Paul, his driver, to take us around Port Moresby the next day to show us around and to do our shopping at a modern supermarket and at the fresh product street market. We had to join him and his lawyers for lunch at a Japanese fusion restaurant. Very generous indeed – hopefully our company was OK.
Century 21 offices.
Paul the driver, Stephen and Annie.
Stephen at the street market.
Pineapples & Yams.
We had a busy day next, doing four loads of washing at the laundry. Stephen, Bill’s offsider, found us lock washers which we fitted to the anchor roller bolts, as these worked loose every time we used the anchor winch. The club’s free Wi-Fi also came in handy to catch up with emails.
Sunset from the RPYC balcony.
Emails were going to and fro to Sydney, to find out how to sort out the autopilot. I spent a couple of hours crawling around inside the guts of the boat to locate the rudder response unit and follow the cable back to the bus to check the connections. Then re-programming the Chartplotter to get the system going again. Friday night we had Brian Hull and Ernie Lohberger for dinner. Ernie at 80 years is sprightly and slim and still running his company Lohberger Engineering.
Ernie at his engineering business at 80.
Having tried all week to phone the kids on Skype, the RPYC Wi-Fi allowed us to connect by WhatsApp to Michelle in London and Karen in Tweed Heads – for the first time in two months! They were relieved and stopped short of calling us irresponsible parents. Both are well, with Michelle’s manager requesting her to apply for a new position at her NGO and Karen having decided to do a Master’s degree in Surgery through Melbourne University.
On the Sunday we took Esprit out for a test drive to see if the re-connection of the cables to the bus bars activated the autopilot. However, there was still no steering from the autopilot. Back to crawling into the lazarette locker to get to the steering quadrant and the rudder response unit to check for a mechanical reason for the malfunction. It turned out the Rudder Feedback unit packed up and needs replacing. Our fantastic marine electrician in Sydney, Adam Russell of Ocean Phase Marine Electrical dispatched a replacement unit to us by DHL courier – we hope it will get here by Friday, so that I can install it.
The problem Rudder Feedback unit.
Brian had invited us to lunch on Sunday at a nearby village, so we set off with him and Peter Goodwin (past commodore of RPYC) to a quaint restaurant on the coast where Bill and Ranu Seneka run their Water’s Cafe. Ranu means water and the cafe is on the beach. We enjoyed a fantastic meal of prawns, salad and chips.
Peter, Annie, Brian, Ranu Dirk & Bill.
The beach outside Water’s Cafe on a windy day.
Brian drove us back to Port Moresby through some of the villages, very few of the expats ever visit. Third world, with graffiti and rubbish – far removed from RPYC.
Local village scene.
On the Monday Brian’s driver took us to Lohberger Engineering and Steel Industries, where we bought stainless steel threaded rod, tube, lock washers and nuts to reinforce the anchor and mooring bow rollers. The installation took us the better part of a day, but the anchor roller fixings are now secure.
The next good weather window will come around on Saturday the 24th June. So Andy from Customs will check us out on Friday arvo, we will settle our account with the club and set sail early on Saturday. We will cross the Gulf of Papua, before chucking a left at Bramble Cay to follow the Great North Eastern Passage to Thursday Island for re-entry into Australia. Then, westwards to Darwin.
Some friends asked where these places and islands are, so I attach a few screenshots of the Open CPN charts on my MacBook. These charts are not as detailed as the Navionics charts on Esprit’s chart plotter, so we only use them for route planning. Here they are:
The people of these islands are the friendliest people we have come across thus far. Although poor and with very basic living conditions, they are positive and accepting of their circumstances. We often hear the term “living a minimalist lifestyle” in the city – compared to what – a materialistic, wasteful lifestyle? Man oh man, you haven’t seen a minimalist lifestyle, until you have seen this island lifestyle. The islanders have the benefit of the ubiquitous betel nut which most adults chew as a relaxant, mixed with mustard leaves and lime, resulting in their alarming red smiles and teeth – the Zoloft of the third world.
Moturina primary school kids – nice classroom floor!
Moturina primary school kids not at school – their teacher decided to take the week off!
Joseph, pastor of the Christian Outreach Church, with coral trout to trade.
During our stay in Moturina we anchored in the lee of Ninan island, about two miles offshore. This quiet uninhabited island didn’t deter the kids from the main island, rowing their canoes over to trade fruit and vegetables for school books, pens and pencils. Amongst the teenagers, the girls always wanted tampons, while the boys were asking for condoms.
Lads on a traditional sailing canoe, setting sail
Once they got going, Esprit was hard pressed to keep up with them!
We sailed from Ninan island in a fresh S-E of about 18knots, tacking a few times while passing Bagaman island and a few more in the Calvados chain, before anchoring in a beautiful bay at Pana Numara. The next day, Hans wanted a rest, so we motored over to a neighbouring island famous for its blue lagoon and to do some snorkelling.
Pana Numara Bay – good snorkelling.
Neighbouring Blue Lagoon island.
The school guest house at Pana Numara.
Double storey house a la Madison Way.
Palm leaves woven and dried, to be used as wall cladding or partitioning.
The three previous solar installations that Hans had done the previous three years, were all playing up due to user interference. However, life had come to a standstill as there was a big political rally taking place under a big tree in the village centre, where a parliamentary candidate, Henry Larry was holding forth on a megaphone. Hans would later negotiate with Bernard, the village chief on what had to be done to effect repairs and prevent future problems.
Hans: “Who buggerup dis ting?”
We were running low on water as our water maker was playing up, so we opted to sail West to Nimoa island, one of the few islands with water. We made it as far as Wanim island, also known as Grass island, where we anchored for the night after catching a Spanish Mackerel. Annie was delighted, as she has been hunting one for months. We traded some paw-paws and lemons for fishing line. Annie used our empty beer cans and rolled off 20m of fishing line on each, fitted it with a sinker and a hook, making dozens of these kits for kids.
You beaut! – at last.
Five happy boys with our empty beer cans, 20m of fishing line, sinker and a hook.
The following day was an easy sail to Nimoa island, where we anchored off Coleman and Juliana’s house to drop off four solar panels for later installation. In return we were able to collect 100l of fresh water from their spring.
Coleman with his and his sister’s kids at his workbench next to his ‘shed”
The pretty split level house that Coleman built – he should have been an architect.
Fetching water from Coleman’s spring.
Then a short trip to the South of the island where the hospital and Hope Academy high school are located. We brought a lot of baby clothes and nappies for donation to the hospital which the manager, Pius Wiseman gratefully accepted. He has done an amazing job of rebuilding the hospital after the 2014 cyclone. They handled more than 200 births in 2016 without a single fatality.
Health Centre services and hours.
Annie and Pius Wiseman.
Young lady with her twins.
We also met Barry Kirby, an Australian flying doctor who is quite an inspiration. He came to PNG as a carpenter years ago, but his wife did not settle down and left him. With no kids and having fallen in love with the islands and their people, he went back to Oz to finish high school and study medicine at age 40 and get a pilot’s licence. He qualified at age 52 and came back to serve the people of PNG. See: http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/2015/05/06/builder-obstetrician-giving-life-mothers-png
Barry Kirby in the dinghy and Peter Neville ashore, getting fuel out to his plane.
Barry filling his fuel tanks for another mercy flight to Alotau hospital.
His friend, Peter Neville a PNG born, Australian educated businessman was also on the island to fix the broken down generator in the village and campaign for the upcoming parliamentary elections in July. He is one of the two white candidates in the election. A big, jovial character, we had him over for dinner on Friday night while Dr Barry as the locals call him, did an emergency flight to Alotau to operate on a lady who was haemorrhaging badly after a delivery. Mission accomplished, he flew back to Nimoa the next morning.
Noel, the headmaster, sets up one of their ancient desktops in their “computer room” for me to work on.
A further complication arose: Our satellite phone decided to go into a loop while searching for satellites, finding them (there are 66 in the Iridium constellation) and then, not connect to them. So, no Emails or SMS’s. This posed a problem, as we had to contact the suppliers of our water maker in Oz to get guidance on getting the unit going again. Fortunately, the Hope Academy has a satellite dish with intranet for their school. Noel, the headmaster and Mary-Ellen his deputy, were taken by our donations to the hospital and offered access to one of their computers to use Gmail. We fired off Emails to H2Go and Iridium who responded by the next morning, with further questions. We replied to these by Friday lunchtime, but then had to call it a day as the school was closing for the weekend. They offered us another 100l of fresh water which we gladly accepted.
A sign of the times – student’s tablets and mobiles charging in the computer room.
On Saturday morning we motored back to Coleman’s abode and arrived with gifts, to secure another 100l of water from his spring. He also gave us water to do our washing which had piled up. Having shown us through his well-built compound, he visited us by canoe in the afternoon to inspect our floating house and chew the fat. Back at the school on Monday morning, their server had carked it, so we decided to sail back in a 15knot following wind to Gigila island to assist Hans. He had finished on Gigila, so after spending the night in the lee of the island, we sailed to Pana Wina island where we found him installing solar in a very poor community.
Saturday morning soccer on Nimoa.
Because of the muddy bay and mangroves, mud crabs flourish here and we were able to trade two huge mud crabs for clothes – most of the kids were naked. Hans showed us how to wrangle these aggressive crabs into a pot of boiling water and after cooking, how to crack open their huge claws and bodies for their amazingly tasty meat – much better than the crayfish, or lobster, of which we were getting a bit tired by now.
Predictwind offshore indicated a good weather window of moderate S-E winds to sail the nearly 200nm West, back to the mainland. In order to get back to a place where we could get the desalinator fixed, we transferred the balance of the solar gear and hospital/clinic donations to Seagoon and bid Hans farewell when we set sail at 7am the next morning. We enjoyed a broad reach and sometimes, a poled out run in 15 – 20 knots of wind and anchored in the lee of Punawan island in the Bramble Haven lagoon at about 5pm. More trading!
A beautiful downwind sail to the PNG mainland over 3 days.
The following day we covered a similar distance to Wari island, poled out in 14-18 knots where we anchored at 4:30pm for a rolly night in the lee. The third day saw us reach Samarai island in the China Strait, off the mainland at about lunchtime. After 6 attempts, we finally anchored in the strong current running through the China Strait, launched the dinghy and went ashore to check in with Customs. Felix Dosi the Customs officer, was however in Alotau for the week, so his wife said we may as well check in and out at Port Moresby, our next port of call on the mainland. All very relaxed!
Neville, the well-spoken school principal, took us under his wing and motored with us across the strait to his school, where their rainwater tanks were full. He quickly rounded up 8 students to fetch and fill our water containers with about 100l of water. He would accept nothing in return, but was happy for us to give the students packets of biscuits. We set off ironically, in a heavy downpour and strong headwinds, motoring as far as small Deka Deka island, to anchor in the lee for a rolly night.
Anchored behind minute Deka Deka island.
Overnight, the wind increased to 20 knots so we decided to take shelter behind the much bigger Doini island. Our recently met friend, Peter Neville built a resort on this island and insisted we should not pass it by. We are now sitting out a weeklong S-E buster in the lee of this lovely island, before we sail to Port Moresby. More about this in our next post.
Due to tropical cyclone Donna which tracked down from the Solomon Islands past New Caledonia, we departed Cairns a week later than planned, on the 9th May 2017. This proved to be fortuitous, as a prolonged South Easterly weather pattern set in, providing a good weather window to sail to the Louisiade Archipelago.
Cheerio Cairns.
Australian Border Force, previously known as Australian Customs, met us at the Marlin Marina to complete the departure documentation. While we filled our water tanks, Hans and Sarah on “Seagoon” set sail at 10am. We followed an hour later and caught up with their 38 footer in the Grafton Passage. A 15-18 knot S-E took us past Euston Reef to the edge of the continental shelf. A drop of 2,400m over the distance of a mile.
Seagoon.
At 3am we passed Bougainville Reef about 15nm to Port and with one reef tucked into the main, we were sailing at 9-10 knots in a sea of about 2m swells. We were surprised at Esprit’s performance considering her foul bottom and more than a tonne of additional diesel, petrol and solar panel gear and cabling. The 3 months we were anchored on the river in Cairns, saw the growth of barnacles, slime and sediment on the hull.
Sunset day 1.
By way of explanation: The river in Cairns is really like a Petrie dish of industrial contaminants and raw sewerage. In NSW there are strict rules requiring holding tanks for boat toilets which can only be discharged 5 miles out to sea or at pump out facility. In North QLD, most boaties don’t know what a holding tank is and there are a lot of boats anchored on Cairns river. Cairns don’t separate waste – everything goes to landfill!
Our first 24 hour run at 11am on day 1 was 170nm. Pleasant sailing throughout day 2, but by 5pm we had to tuck a reef into the main as we were going at 10-12 knots over a flat sea. By midnight, in 25-30 knots, we tucked in a second reef and furled the jib. Esprit was still doing 7-8 knots, with 3-4 m swells occasionally breaking over the stern. This was the strongest wind on the passage and provided some exhilarating sailing.
The deep blue of the Coral sea.
The wind dropped by early morning and we unfurled the jib and shook out the reefs at 6am. Our 24 hour run at 11am on day 2 was 165nm. Day 3 was uneventful with winds varying between 16-18 knots and the sea between flat, sloppy and the occasional 2 m swells. We anchored off Pana Bobai Ana island in the Duchateau group at 11:45am on day 3, after a 175nm run, completing the 510nm passage in 3 days and 45 minutes.
Three days later – landfall in the Louisiades.
About the passage: The Coral sea has an abundance of flying fish – each morning we found dead flying fish on the deck and in the cockpit. These iridescent blue fish are the staple diet of the Masked Booby seabirds you find far out to sea. Esprit’s bow wave would cause schools of flying fish to take off and fly, skimming 30-50 m across the water. The graceful Booby seabirds provided non-stop entertainment, by hovering above the mast, then swoop down, weave and skim across the water for their daily catch. Jet pilots of the Coral sea!
Masked Booby.
The Duchateau group of islands is located about 20nm East of the Southern entrance to the Jomard passage, between the Louisiades and mainland Papua New Guinea. On our approach to Jomard passage, we picked up on our AIS, at least 7 cargo vessels and tankers around us. The strategic position of the Jomard passage resulted in the battle of the Coral Sea, 75 years ago in 1942, when ships of the Australian and American navies engaged with the Japanese fleet, to stop their Southbound progress to Port Moresby and Darwin.
The battle resulted in the Japanese retreating North. About a week before we sailed past, the battle of the Coral sea was remembered in New York, when Malcolm Turnbull and Donald Trump, with the 5 surviving sailors of this battle, attended a 75th year remembrance dinner for this event.
Some more boring background by courtesy of the Friends of the Louisiades (connecting Yachties and other Dim Dims to the Louisiades): The islands were discovered by the Spanish expedition of Luis de Torres in 1606, sailing from South America to explore the oceans to the West. It is possible that Malay and Chinese sailors also visited earlier. In 1768, Louis Antoine de Bougainville visited the islands and named them for Louis the fifteenth, the king of France. Visits were also paid by admiral Bruni d’Entrecasteaux in 1793 and captain Owen Stanley in 1849.
Cheers!
Annie and I celebrated our arrival with a few cold beers, a swim, hot showers and for me, a shave. We slept like the proverbial logs that evening. The following morning dawned bright and sunny, allowing us to tidy up and clean Esprit, which was covered in salt. In the afternoon we went ashore to meet the Beche-de-Mer fishermen camping on the island. We traded three crayfish for a kilo of sugar and a kilo of rice – costing $2.
Dinner.
This island doesn’t have permanent inhabitants, but during the 3-month season for harvesting these sea cucumbers, two or three families from a neighbouring island set up temporary accommodation on this island, to harvest their catch. The sea cucumbers are sedentary detritus feeders. The Chinese, in the past, for some reason decided that they could make one virile if taken in soup. A thriving export industry to China exists for “beche-de-mer”, so called by the French, to satisfy the Chinese obsession for all things stimulating virility. Hopefully, the Beche-de-Mer will reduce the pressure on the Rhino population of Africa.
Cooked and smoked Beche-de-Mer.
Hans and Sarah arrived in Seagoon later that afternoon and after settling down, we had them over for a crayfish dinner. They had their turn for a good night’s sleep and after a relaxed breakfast, we did a 90-minute walk around the island. Later, six fishermen arrived by open dinghy from Misima, where they had gone to trade a load of Beche-de-Mer with the export agents. John, their leader told us that the market is flooded with product and consequently, prices are not as good as usual. Evidently, they made enough money to have a raucous party that evening, with the five people who stayed behind on the island.
Sarah & Annie.
Dirk & Annie.
Seagoon & Esprit.
On the 15th May 2017, we celebrated our first anniversary as self-funded retirees since we sailed out of Sydney. We have seen a lot of the world in this time and plan to see a lot more in the next couple of years. We struck a bargain with regard Esprit’s dirty bottom when two of the sea cucumber divers, Bob and John, offered to scrub the hull, keel and rudder below the water line. This was done in an hour flat for the princely sum of a kilo of rice, a kilo of sugar, an old pair of sandals and an old pair of flippers. They were delighted.
Island transport: modern banana boat & traditional sailing canoe.
The following day we sailed to Moturina island, 16nm to the North and the most Westerly island in the Calvados chain. We caught two reasonable sized tuna mackerel on the way and gave these to the islanders on Moturina, in exchange for some lemons, paw-paws and coconuts.
Annie & Sarah’s catch.
This family received a fish for dinner.
The solar project started the following day when two solar panels with a regulator and 12V battery, with LED lights in five houses were installed. The locals were very pleased with these lights which comes on between 6 and 12pm.
Moturina village for the first installation.
Arriving in the village.
Hans showing Isaac and Jimmy how to do the connections.
Solar panels installed.
Isaac with the regulator and battery connected.
Home schooling.
On completion, a thank you lunch is served. They wait until we have finished!
Hans took Sarah to Misima the following day to catch a plane to Bali. Whilst they were gone, we were given a tour of the village by Isaac, the treasurer of the school. The school has 200 pupils in the elementary and secondary sections. The teachers are seconded from Milne Bay on the mainland. The school also has boarding for children from nearby islands like Bagaman. We visited the clinic where Daisy the nurse bemoaned the shortage of medicines from the mainland, particularly for the malaria season coming up. We walked with Isaac to another village to the East, to ask them to find poles to mount the solar panels on and to dispatch young men to carry the gear, which will be installed in 8 houses on the Monday.
The village canoe builder – mouth full of betel nuts!
Canoe builder outside his house with pebble garden. He must be doing well – one of the few people with a watch.
Canoe builder’s kids – cracking betel nuts to keep dad going.
Stuff we would have put out with the last bulk collection, gratefully accepted.
After Moturina, we set sail to take advantage of the prevailing Southerly to make Easting as far as possible.
The tropical depression that has been lingering around to northeast of Vanuatu got its act together last might and is now a Cat 2 tropical cyclone called TC DONNA.
It is heading southwest towards Sola in northern Vanuatu where it should arrive around 5pm Thursday local and intensify of Cat 3, with winds near centre around 64 to 85 knots.
On Friday, TC DONNA is expected to maintain Cat 3 and turn south-southeast-wards. If it continues its current pace , TC DONNA , at this stage, is likely to reach he Port Vila area by late Sunday. Then it may start to travel faster and weaken passing the Tanna area around Monday.
Too far away at this stage to be sure, but next week as TC DONNA leaves the tropics, one likely scenario is for it be captured by the trough which is likely then to be moving from the Tasman Sea towards NZ . This should take its remains south-eastwards towards NZ’s East cape by around Friday 12 May.
Any vessels on their way from NZ to Fiji at present should aim for a waypoint east of their direct path so that they may be in position when the winds around Fiji turn to be from the NE early next week. the trough that contains DONNA is not expected to get past 175E until after Wed 10 May
Any vessels stopping at Minerva are advised that a large HIGH is now travelling east from the Tasman Sea across NZ this weekend and then off to east of NZ early next week. This HIGH enhances the trade winds on its northern side, so there is likely to be a period of easterly winds at Minerva around 20 gust 30 knots (maybe a bit more) from end of Friday 5 May to Thursday 11 May , Then a trough on Friday 12 /Sat 13/Sun 14 May.
Cairns by day: water aerobics, not a religious revival
Cairns by night: user friendly and illuminated paths.
Tropical forest on Fitzroy
The summit on Fitzroy
Easter weekend is ahead of us and the South East trade winds have arrived, heralding the end of the cyclone season. Steve Friedman our neighbour on the water, has made new shade cloth side screens for Esprit’s cockpit to keep the sun and insects out, when necessary. He also made topside covers for our dinghy to protect it from the sun and extend it’s life, as well as a cover for Annie’s paddle board. Well made!
Dinghy with new taupe covers.
Our new 10kg folding bikes from Taiwan have been in use for a fortnight and are really easy to fold and store in their bags. The Iridium Go sat phone hub arrived from the US and the antenna and installation has been done. I hope to have it up and running in the next week and will post the number at the end of this post, as we will be out of mobile phone range for about two months.
Dirk, Annie, Louis & Madelein. Louis & Madelein sailed to Cairns from Cape Town.
Today is Easter Monday, as we sit here in Esprit enjoying a cup of tea. All our chores are done, Annie is reading and I am sitting here thinking – sometimes I am just sitting. Some observations came to mind which I thought I could share. (not Greek philosopher’s material)
During our year of intermittent cruising along the Australian East coast, we have met a large number of very friendly people, both sailing and non-sailing. The yachties will always stop to chat and exchange ideas – probably because they have more time and are relaxed. But then, non-sailors will also go down to a marina to live life vicariously through the sailors. They will ask to look at your boat and want to know where you are from and where you are going. It’s always a pleasure to chat to them.
The sailing types can be broadly classified into three groups:
Cruiser
The cruising pensioners (aged pensioners/disability pensioners/mature age students/carers etc.). Some may have more assets than what the means test for these pensions allow. Therefore collecting a pension or two every fortnight and live on board, for far less than a house would cost them.
The cruising self-funded retirees is another group. They rent out their homes, live off the rent and have savings or investments. Some retirees’ sail for a while, then tie up at a marina for a while to travel on land. This is still cheaper than living in and maintaining a McMansion.
All salt of the earth people with their unique stories to tell, and not having to worry about mortgages, mowing the lawn, or commuting.
The third group are the racers and the pretend to be sailors (some racers have modest means). They have bigger boats than they can afford, with cars and houses to match. Their boats have all the bells and whistles and they always want to go faster than anybody else. These people are often stressed and in a hurry, but always have time for re-enacting their last race or exploit at the teak reef (bar).
Racer
Another interesting observation is the diminishing property prices as we travel further North. In Sydney you can’t buy an outhouse for under a million, but here in Queensland as you go North, houses for $250 – 350,000! I have told Annie that if she mentions a house on a block again, I will run away. You can buy a beachside apartment, 1-2 bedrooms with running everything for around $250,000. We may keep renting our Sydney properties and live like movie stars in central Queensland!
200l of diesel in jerry cans below the saloon table – keeps Esprit’s centre of gravity low.
Departure date is getting near. Esprit is loaded with food and beverages, the water and diesel tanks are full, with another 200l of diesel in jerry cans stored below the saloon table. One of the aft cabins is filled with solar panels, regulators, batteries and cabling for Hans’ community lighting projects in PNG, which we will help him with during the next two months.
My 70th birthday and our 30th wedding anniversary came up in April and were suitably celebrated – how time flies!
Dinner at the Prawn Star.
From cave man in the 70’s to family man in the 90’s!
Lots of jokes about Crocs and their appearance, made me vow never to wear a pair.
But what does Annie give me for my 70th birthday? A pair of Crocs sandals!
Aaargh!
We won’t have internet or phone reception in the Louisiades, so I won’t be doing posts for the next two and a half months, until we get to Darwin. You can SMS us free on our satellite phone number.
How People can Call/SMS your Iridium GO! Annie & Dirk’s Iridium Go number is:+8816-2346-4872
Dial “+” then Iridium GO! number (e.g +8816-2346-4872). This is an international call and will be billed to the caller at their long distance rate by their telephone service provider.
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STOP PRESS – 1st May 2017: This evening a tropical depression has formed near 10S 163E or between the Solomon Islands and northern Vanuatu, called 99P by Guam. We were about to set sail on the 2nd May, but we will have to wait a while to see where this system will track before we can depart.
On arriving back in Cairns on the 17th February, we realised what a good idea it was to go back to Sydney for 2 months. It was still very hot and humid in Cairns and the no-see-ums (sandflies) were out in force attacking me and leaving me covered in huge red welts which itches like hell and takes a week of antihistamine treatment to subside. Annie is immune to them! It is still the wet season, so the mozzies and sandflies are about. The dry season only start in May.
Cairns library – the ideal place to visit on a hot day.
From the sublime to the ridiculous – winner of the 1964 “Add a deck” award, on the river.
A suitably high tide allowed us to motor out of Bluewater Marina the following day, with less than 100mm below the keel. Two hours later, we tied up to a mooring on the river in Cairns which our friend Hans Clemmensen had arranged for us. We set about to complete a few jobs on the boat. The newly refurbished mainsail with full battens was installed and it took us 2 hours from start to finish to set it all up. The new rail mounting bracket for the Weber Baby Q was easy to install and works well.
The clever mounting brackets for the Baby Q.
Brad Craft, who during our two-month absence fixed a few dings and scratches on the hull, cleaned and polished the hull, did a great job and Esprit looks as good as new. We re-stocked the boat with food from Woollies and grog from BWS. After four days, we set sail again and found respite from the heat out on the ocean at Turtle Bay, Fitzroy Island, Vlasoff Cay and Michaelmas reef until strong South Easterlies and torrential rain squalls drove us back to Cairns after five days.
Lucky legs Schady at Turtle Bay.
Nymph at the waterfall pool.
Full moon rising over Fitzroy.
Vlasoff Cay
The South Easterlies cooled the place down and also got rid of the sand flies. We were able to socialise on deck with friends and go ashore in Cairns to do some shopping. Some really big ocean liners pulled into Cairns opposite our mooring – at least one ship a week. These ships and their passengers were fascinating to watch – we weren’t sure if the ships were of the 1000, 2000 or 5000 passenger varieties.
Passenger liners on the river.
They had one thing in common – loud announcements wafting across the water, fog horns sounding to announce their imminent departure, with an accompanying rush of Zimmer frames boarding and loud renditions of Chariots of Fire as they were steaming out. The passengers seemingly oblivious to the beauty of Cairns, as they sat glued to the massive TV screens on the top deck.
The H2Go desalinator at work.
A number of items had to be purchased from Bunnings and Whitworths and we were able to borrow bicycles from Ken and Tracy to do this, as one walking trip there, left us panting and sweating. We are seriously considering ordering lightweight aluminium folding bikes to keep on board for this purpose. The delivery of our new 2kW Yamaha generator for backup was delayed, so we set off to Michaelmas reef again to snorkel and also commission our new 12V desalinator unit. This little beauty produces 20l/hour running off the batteries, while being adequately recharged by the solar panels.
The new Yammie at work.
Two nights later, we were hit after midnight by a humdinger of a N-W storm peaking at 35 knots and bucketing with rain. We hot footed it back to shelter in Cairns again! We took the opportunity to submit our passports for visas to Papua New Guinea and complete the documentation of the Sail Indonesia rally in July.
While in Sydney, I had to go through the bureaucratic shuffle with the Registrar of Ships in Canberra to get an official Australian Shipping Registration Number for Esprit. This is like a passport for boats and you cannot sail from country to country without it. It comes at the princely sum of $1,554 and we were allocated the name Esprit 3, as Esprit 1 and 2 were already registered. OK with me, as we launched our Esprit 1 in 1975 and Backbeat, which we launched in 2008, now has the pseudonym of Esprit 2.
It was also time for a haircut, so Annie obliged with the number 5 buzz cut. I like to let nature take its course in the appearance department. Not always that easy for the ladies, who groom for other ladies rather than their men. Annie decided to break from this cycle and has now adopted her natural salt and pepper hair colour. I think she could find a modelling career in the active senior’s ads for retirement homes.
Gavin, Annie & Debra wading to the Turtle Bay waterfall pool.
In the third week of March our friends Gavin and Debra Birch from Sydney, flew to Cairns to spend a week with us on Esprit. After stocking up with food and booze, we sailed out to Turtle Bay for the first night. We enjoyed a long walk and swim at the waterfall the next morning, before sailing to Fitzroy island where we picked up a Parks department mooring. News started to come through on the Oz Cyclone Chasers blog, warning of the formation of a cyclone in the Coral Sea, heading to North Queensland.
Secret Garden walk.
Whilst waiting to see if the cyclone named Debbie, was going to track West in our direction or Southwest, we explored the island, doing all the walks and snorkelling the coral reefs. By Sunday it was clear the cyclone was tracking to Bowen (where Esprit was on a pole mooring for 2 months, while we were in Europe). Although 550km to our South, significant winds from the West and North were expected in Cairns, so we decided to stay put and not go out to the Reefs which are very exposed out at sea.
Walk to Nudey Beach.
Nudey Beach.
Professor Birch explaining rock formations.
Gavin and I heading off to buy wine at Foxies.
Beautiful sunset before the storm. Kings beach across the water.
TC Debbie made its landfall at Airlie Beach in the Whitsundays on Tuesday morning, leaving destruction in its wake and then tracked into Queensland, travelling out to sea again on the Queensland/NSW border. As expected, the Northerlies hit us on Tuesday night, with Esprit bucking like a young stallion in the high winds and swells. On Wednesday morning we motored to Kings Beach to recover and get the outboard and dinghy back on board. We then had to motor with the wind on the nose at 3 knots to Cape Grafton, before setting the jib and flying back to Cairns at 7 knots.
Tropical cyclone Debbie’s track.
In the lee at Kings Beach. Fitzroy Island in the background.
Gavin and Debra offered to pay for a berth in the marina after the wild night before. For this we were grateful, as well as the lovely dinner they hosted us to at Waterview. They flew back to Sydney the next day. I then set about to fix the bow roller which was badly twisted in the storm. Hans gave the number of Max who did stainless steel work before retiring at 76 – he is now a sprightly 79. Max picked me up in his old Toyota Land Cruiser and we drove to his house and workshop. His experience allowed him to direct me to hammer here, bend there and eventually with a 3m long 3×2 inch angle iron bolted to the twisted U-shaped roller, straighten it. Real bush engineering which my two brothers would have relished. I re-installed the bow roller the next morning.
First, the heavy duty shifter.
Then, the angle iron adjuster!
Today is the 1st of April, so we have a busy month of preparations, before we set sail for the Louisiades. We have our PNG visas and have registered with Customs on their database. We expect our lightweight aluminium folding bikes to arrive on Monday and will finalise our blue water insurance next week. Research and order of a suitable satellite phone for offshore communication is also on the list. We favour the Iridium Go system for which Elon Musk’s Space-X is busy launching a whole new constellation of 70 satellites. Expect an update before we leave at the end of April, beginning of May.
