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Fer sure I'd be interested Fusion , I tried sending you a PM but couldn't get through ... do you still have my email by chance, I've been through a couple of computers and no longer seem to have yours.
I have a few snaps of your boat from the sail up to mahurangi I've been meaning to send you.
Im struggling with this new format as well tried to PM you but something about a full mail box. 021 447 639 send a text
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I don't have one. I do like my old plotter though , a C 80 raymarine because its reliable and doesn't have a touch screen
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So I asked L and B if I could build the system like they told me I could and the answer was no , the new radars don't work with the old plotter( about 2008 or 9 model)
I assumed it was because the new ones were broadband but I saw a comment on another forum the other day saying that raymarine doesn't have broadband?
so which is true?
do I have some options with the old plotter without buying second hand?
is broadband performing as well as the old fryers anyway?
I'm not in a rush but I'd like it in the quiver for when we eventually get offshore , mostly for a reality overlay on the plotter chart( confirming stuff is where it should be ) and squall warning.
this is what I read and seems to be being confirmed.
so if this is true , why won't Raymarine 'new' radars work with my 5 or 7 yr old C80?
Hi John B
I have a brand new Radar in the garage I bought with my C70 years ago. Never been out of the box if you are interested. I also have the raymarine mast mount kit.
Let me know
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Its technically P48 so it generates about 48psi of pressure when it evaporates. The bleed valve is letting the gas out. That's the dangerous bit the gas. If you leave the bottle to be filled on its side it will only half fill will liquid and you are done.
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Don't tell anyone but the old process of transferring gas from one bottle to the other is still alive in the cruising world. Different valves, different bottle sizes can result in the difficulty of getting bottles filled. Up ending one bottle to fill the other with no regulator in the plumbing is the way its done.
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Do we even want to ask why his dunny lids are semi-transparent?
To help with the composting
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No disrespect KM but if you rotate the photo they look like twin toilet seats
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Its a life style thing. Once you are in your life style moulds. It could be a simple as replacing your car every 6 years not 3.
I raced sports cars for years and was away almost every 2nd weekend. When I stopped I thought the boat was cheap.
Marina fees have close to doubled in 9 years.
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Hi IB.
Haul out and blast out for a week at Pier 21 was about a $1000.00. You can stay on board and the facilities are good with showers.
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Its a while ago my guess is $125.00 with Primer and $90 without?
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Arriving at this post a little late. For a little extra money get the RACOR with the primer pump attached. Its excellent you can manual pump fuel thorough the system and also achieve good pressure to bleed the system. I have a day tank plumed into the system so in the event of a lift pump failure the day tank will gravity feed the injector pump and the Day tank can be filled using the Racor filter pump
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Update from Jill and Bruce
Having a Coron-ary..... which is a short break in Coron while I get my last assignments for my Semester One papers completed. Coron is a lovely wee town on the island of Busuanga in the Calamian Group, north of Palawan. (N 11"59.7" E120'11.8") It is predominantly a dive place, but there aren't many tourists here, and none of the retired alcoholic sex tourists so prevalent in Puerto Galera and Sabang: much nicer altogether! The town is quite amazing - whole neighbourhoods of it are built on stilts over the water, which solves the wastewater plumbing, but means we don't swim! They have taken a leaf from Hollywood's book and installed a large "CORON" sign on top of the hill, where it is quite at home with a giant illuminated cross (so tall it has its own red aircraft warning light) and half a dozen very unscenic cellphone towers. We won't even mention the over-water bar with about a dozen giant mermaids supporting the roof. We had dinner out at one of the dive places when we first arrived - NZ25 for 4 beers, a coke and 2 three course meals (mains were marlin & chili crab) - hardly worth cooking! You did need to turn a deaf ear to the rat fights behind the woven palm wall panels though. The market is great for veges, but Bruce came back pale, shaken and vegetarian after visiting the meat section yesterday. It either looked at him (chickens in cages, squealing pig trussed on pole) or looked as if it had been involved in a chainsaw massacre, and the market stalls are all out in the open, no refrigeration, doors, screens etc. He has been waxing lyrical about lentils ever since!
The trip down was great, the weather was sunny, but we didn't get enough wind to sail, however that meant we could spend a couple of days
anchored at Apo Reef, a deserted reef between Mindoro and Palawan, snorkeling & relaxing and avoiding the onmipresent roosters that populate this cock-fight-mad country - the peace was bliss! Co-ordinates were N12'14.9, E120'28.7 - quite weird to be anchored in the middle of nowhere, just an island in the distance. Great snorkeling though.
After Coron it is off big game hunting! One of the islands was made into a game reserve, with tigers, giraffes etc imported from Africa (they had to get rid of the tigers - they ate everything else) as well as local wildlife, such as bearcats. Apparently, although it was set up as a National park, originally one of the Marcos sons used it as a big game shooting reserve. Could be fun.
Had a great disappointment the other day - lashed out and had a girl's day out at the spa in Sabang (the vile sex-tourism/dive resort near Puerto Galera) with one of the other yacht women for 4 hours of massage, salt & coffee scrubs and a pedicure- bliss! Despite my joy at having fabulous feet after years of skanky battered calloused yacht-person feet, I found most of my tan had disappeared in the scrubs - I now suspect it may have been accumulated dirt. The horror! Now I know why we have navy or charcoal sheets (and yes, they were that colour originally!). Working on new colouration as I write!
Well, that's about it from us,
Cheers,
Jill & Bruce
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With OzziTalk missing I spotted an update on Martin
by idlerboat » Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:48 pm
Hi all you wonderfull people and my mates from Alaska and Canada.
Sorry for the time that has past........
The very short version.
We put the boat inthe water..24 hrs later put the rig on (self built of course). Spent a few months getting sorted and then 6 weeks waiting for a window to do "sea trials". 1200 NM later we are now at the half way point and heading back south. We have had constant battles with wild weather and as I type tommorrow will be no differant. 40 knotts and 5 M seas. Most of the harbours on this strectch of coast are barred rivers. These require tidal deligence. In short you have to leave at the right time and arrive at the right time. If you miss calculate you will need to come through surf....not really an option for a sensible boat owner.
So to the boat. Bloody good realy !! She is well behaved and all those hours of "design time and discusons on this site (my home) have been well served. The engine instalation has been brilliant. (Again thanks to a previous contributor). I have so much that I would like to now put back into our site. The time that I have been "missing in action" has been a nessecary thing ....not enough hours in a day.
If you would like to see where we have come from...Western port in Victoria........to Iluka /Yamba far nth NSW (in australia) and are about to head back as I have mentioned. This "sea trial" will be 3000 NM once we get back. Then the serious adventures will begin. Highlights have been wonderful people..seeing a country from the outside...a very differant thing from driving along a highway and cruising through the annual whale migration (in both directions). These creatures top out at 50 tons (southern rights) and 80 tons (hump backs). Makes our tiny 10 very little when they are up close and personal.
So much technical stuff that I would like to share but not in this post. But to give you just a glimpse...think about your power inputs, if you are doing long term cruising. Solar panels may not be enough...and wind genies are great.
To all my friends and new commers again...
In the tradition of many years
Cheeers Martin
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I have anchored in Fitzroy in all weather and almost everywhere but the ferry channel. Good holding, deep in parts, shelter from most weather. If you ask the gas station guy he may let you tie up to the wharf overnight if it is quiet. Shop has a garden bar, Yacht club is good but check open times. Have fun it a nice stop over.
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Just look at the stats on Smartphones, they know where, what and how you're living.
PS: AC, I love Blog 3 but still working on what those signs mean. Knot ready to ask just yet
26005222 ?
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Dose it just phone/text you "Help" or do you get to track it?
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Hi all,
Well, we survived our elephant training experience, which, while being
huge fun, was bit of a joke as the elephants knew exactly where they
were supposed to go, as they do the route 4 times a day. This was
handy, as my mispronunciation of "go right" in Lao may have had them
wondering "Why is she shouting "bird flu! bird flu!" at me - I always
go right here!". We got to ride on their necks and take them into the
river to bathe them, which caused a disturbing loosening of bowels
(mainly but not exclusively) on the elephants part, and I can tell you
that you don't want to fall into that lot!
After a few more days in relaxed Luang Prabang we bussed down to Vang
Vieng (no-one threw up, a first for a bus trip) backpacker capital of
the universe. Whereas LP is a tasteful World Heritage middle-class
wealthy tour place, VV is young backpacker central, based around
getting drunk and stoned. Cafes make Amsterdam look repressed: the
"Happy Menu"s offer ganja (joint, bag, pizza, garlic bread, cookie or
shake), magic mushrooms (shake, omelette, pizza, bag) and opium
(joint, tea, coffee or bag). Another feature of the cafes and
restaurants is that they all have TVs playing a particular show, so
you pledge your allegiance to "Friends", "Family Guy" or "The
Simpsons". The most popular pastime is tubing down the river to town
(through some spectacular limestone scenery) stopping at bars on the
way. Tubing, for the uninitiated, is floating slowly along on a
tractor tyre. There are about 40 bars on the first couple of miles of
river, sporting a multitude of alcohol & drug offering, buckets of
cocktails, free whiskey shots, water slides. trapezes and zip lines
out on to the river. We had seen many backpackers sporting crutches
and bandages, and wondered why until we went tubing ourselves.
Fortunately we were early in the day (11am) and most of the bars
weren't open, but Bruce still managed to try the trapeze and zip line
at one bar (with me in the background shouting "Just don't expect me
to change your nappies for the rest of your life!"). The sights that
were hauled back to town in tuktuks later in the evening were not
pretty!
After a few days it all got too much, so this morning we shipped out
to the capital, Vientiane, where we'll stay in out US$20 per night
luxury room (has been around US$8 recently) which would cost a couple
of hundred dollars in NZ, until we fly to Kuala Lumpur and back to the
boat. I'm about ready to be back as well. Vientiane suffers from the
extremes of rich and poor we have seen in the other capitals: maimed
beggars (landmines left over from the US bombardment in the 70s) and
Lexus SUVs and Bentleys with tinted windows belonging to corrupt
officials, and it is all getting a bit overwhelming.
Well, that's it from us,
Love,
Jill & Bruce
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Hi all,
Well we finally made it out of Vietnam without me killing a local,
although I did come close a few times. There is a saying that to
travel in the north you need a sense of humour and that is pretty much
spot on. Life wasn't improved by me managing to catch a stomach bug in
Hue, which will now always be known to me as "Huuueeeeey!". Despite
that, it is a very pretty city and I wish I had seen more of it. The
train trip to Hue from Danang was another classic - train an hour and
a half late, then took 4 hours to go 100km! Floor awash with rubbish &
vomit etc etc - we flew to Hanoi after that. Hanoi was fun, but very
cold, down in the low teens, which came as bit of a shock.
We had a great time wandering around the old quarter dodging traffic
and we did the visit to see Ho Chi Minh lying in his mausoleum - very
bizarre. We did a 3 day trip cruising on a junk in Halong Bay, which
was a welcome but of luxury, even if we froze. (see
www.oriental-sails.com). Being Vietnam, it wasn't the cruise we had
booked, which didn't have enough passengers to run, so we were
arbitrarily transferred to this one and not told until we were on the
bus on the highway to Halong. It was fine though, food was excellent
and the scenery stunning. We even braved the elements to go kayaking.
From Hanoi we flew in to Luang Prabang in Laos (after a near divorce
when Bruce suggested taking the 30 hour bus there) where we are at
present. When we arrived we thought we had gone deaf, as the silence
was tremendous after the tumult of Hanoi*, where everyone drives with
one hand on the horn and foot flat on the accelerator. No one was
driving over our feet on the footpath or screaming "You buy! You buy!"
every time they saw an approaching walking white ATM. You'd have to
try hard to be run over here.
Today is temple visiting day, tomorrow we head down the Mekong to
visit some caves full of retired Buddha statues, then it is off to
spend 2 days learning how to be elephant mahouts (drivers), a skill
you never know when you'll need.
Well, I'll sign off now before I go nuts - the keyboard I am using to
type this has all the letters worn off, so I'm getting a headache
trying to touch-type!
Cheers,
Jill & Bruce
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Update from Yacht Daemon
Well, we made it to Hoi An, but foolishly I delegated the bus ticket
buying to Bruce as I had reached the "rip people's throat out" stage
of culture shock and needed to hide for a while away from motorcycles
running over my feet. Bruce arrived back with tickets, for seats 9 &
10. I commented that they sounded close to the back of the bus and I
hoped our bed wasn't one of the quadruples across the back seat. Bruce
looked perplexed and said "But they don't have beds, just seats.".
Miscommunication - I had expected to pay the extra $2 for soft sleeper
tourist bus seats, while Bruce went to his favourite local bus company
and booked sit up, Vietnamese arse-sized seats on a 15 hour trip
through the mountains, dropping us 10km from the centre of Hoi An
instead of at the hotel door. I was not impressed, especially when we
boarded the bus and saw the number of sick bags provided. Sure enough,
half an hour into the trip about 5 people were away. Then the babies
started screaming, the egregious mobile phone rings started up... it
was a long night.
However, after Dalat (the Palmerston North of Vietnam) Hoi an proved
to be the Parnell of Vietnam, touristy and historic, but also very
pleasant, It escaped bombing during the war and is now a World
Heritage site, with lots of old buildings, bridges etc. It is also
famous for tailors and cobblers, so i succumbed and had some boots and
shoes custom made, as well as some tops and pants, at ridiculously
cheap prices.
So, tomorrow we taxi to Dalat, then get the reunification Express
train to Hue, where we get royal tombs for a few days before flying to
Hano for Tet, the local New Year holiday, which is bigger than Ben Hur
in these parts. The streets are currently decorated in Chinese
lanterns and the whole place looks just amazing. Hanoi should be great
for it.
Well, time for bed!
Love,
Jill & Bruce
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Hi all,
Well, we've been travelling for a couple of weeks now and it seems
like ages! Our first stop was in Phnom Penh in Cambodia, which was a
complete cultyre shock. We went from steamy humid and regulated
Malaysia and Singapore into dry dusty and chaotic Cambodia. The tuktuk
(2 seater trailer with canopy towed by a scooter, seats up to 8 with
luggage) ride in from the airport aged me 10 years, as the Cambodian
traffic is the worst I have ever seen. The only road rule is that you
have right of way, and it is up to you when/how you choose to enforce
that. A 4 lane road will have anything up to 16 lanes operating on it,
with anything from pedestrians, ox carts, elephants, bikes,
motorcycles, tuktuks, cyclos (passenger vehicles like pedal-driven
wheelchairs), cars, SUVs, trucks and buses all going for it at high
speed. To make matters (more) interesting, which side of the road you
travel on depends on how you feel on any given day, so crossing the
road is an absolute nightmare. Bruce used to make mo do it before
coffee and I'd be standing on the side of the road looking at the
utter chaos and crying. After a few days you got to be able to stare
down cycles and motorbikes, but grabbing a tuktuk and heading to a
restaurant was usually the least fraught option. People had warned us
about the traffic in Saigon, but at least that has some reason - Phnom
Pehn is just madness. That being said, we absolutely loved that city -
it just bursts with life and good humour - I didn't stop smiling
(apart from crossing the road or being hounded by begging children)
all the time we were there.
One of my least-wanted-to-do trips was the whole genocide tourism
thing, visiting sites from Cambodia's civil war, but somehow you can't
avoid it. You can't walk for 30 seconds along the street without a
tuktuk driver shouting "Killing Fields? You go killing Fields?" at
you, so we yielded to the pressure and went to both the Killing Fields
and to S21, the detention and torture centre set in a secondary
school. I can't say it was enjoyable, but I am glad we did it.
(Bit of history - skip it if you are familiar with the woes of
Cambodia. During the years from 1974-1979 the Kmer Rouge government
killer a quarter of the population of the country - over 2 million
deaths. The main city of Phnom Penh was emptied out by force and all
the city dwellers forced to evacuate to the country to become rural
peasants (many starved to death) and all intellectuals, teachers,
doctors, engineers, lawyers, even people who wore glasses (and were
thus suspected of being intellectual) were killed along with there
families. This has had a major impact on the country today, as a whole
generation of people with the skills to run the infrastructure were
lost, so they are starting from the beginning again. We talked to some
expats who have been there for several years and they say the
improvements in the last couple of years have been amazing, but it is
still incredibly poor and lacks basic facilities.)
The Killing Fields are around 15k from PP and consist of several
excavated pits which were the mass graves of about 9000 people. There
is also a large memorial tower, with glass sides displaying the
clothes and bones of the people who died there, but you can still see
bones surfacing from the ground in some areas, and many places have
not yet been excavated. S21 or Tuol Sleng is where prisoners were held
and interrogated prior to being tortured and killed. It is a very
ordinary-looking school that has been retained as a museum to the
genocide of Cambodians. The rooms are arranged as they were found, and
the walls have photographs of the bodies found in them when the school
was liberated. There are several rooms with displays of thousands of
mug shots of people who were taken there and never got out (only 12
out of 17,000 survived), and the looks on their faces are just
gut-wrenching. It was horrific viewing, but the full shock didn't hit
me until later in the evening when I realised the true horror was how
ordinary the places were - they weren't dark evil paces, but just
everyday fields and schools, emphasising how it could happen anywhere.
I was uncomfortable initially about how the places were being
exploited for tourism, but talking to Cambodians they want people to
bear witness to their experiences to get a better understanding of
their country.
The next day we lightened up by visiting the Royal Palace and the
Silver Pagoda - so named because the floor of the pagoda has 5000
kilos of silver floor tiles! It also has a life size Buddha made from
90kg of gold with almost 10,000 diamonds on it. And outside people
live in abject poverty... We also went to Cambodian Cooking Class for
a day, which was excellent - we are now guns at spring rolls, banana
flower salad, fish amok (sort of a steamed curry) and sticky rice with
mango.
We then got the bus up to Siem Reap to visit the Ankor Wat temples.
The trip was not improved by spotting the tour bus that left an hour
prior to ours rolled down a bank and into a rice paddy! The roadside
cafes also left a bit to be desired - hmmmn, fried locusts or
tarantulas? Vats of "spare parts"? Um, I'll have a bunch of bananas,
please. (We did start to get into the local thing at a PP
bar/restaurant down the road from the hotel: the sort where the staff
panic when white folk arrive. We called it the "Dare Cafe" as we kept
daring each other to eat stuff on the menu. I dared Bruce to eat the
beef with giant red ant (only to be disappointed when the red ant was
a whimsical description of a whole chili) while I had frog, which was
BBQed and served with a dip of black peeper and salt dissolved in lime
juice - absolutely delicious! By tacit agreement we avoided things
like "Spare Parts with Pickled Vegetable", "Appendix with Fried Rice"
"Steamed Brain of Pig" and the tantalising"Interesting Beef Paste".)
Siem Reap was a great little party town which enjoyed immensely, and
the temples were mind-blowing. We had no idea of the scales of the
place and spent 3 full days hoofing it around there and still didn't
see it all. The ring round around the temples is 23km! From there it
was back to PP, where we caught a ferry down the Mekong to Chau Doc in
Vietnam.
We spent a few days on the Mekong, one day hiring a small sampan and
boatman and spending 8 hours cruising the river and canals and
visiting the floating markets. From there we headed to Saigon, and
spent time wandering in the city, fighting off persistent cyclo
drivers and sunglass sellers and visiting the Reunification Palace and
the War Remnants Museum (formerly known as "The House for Displaying
War Crimes of American Imperialism and the Puppet Government of South
Vietnam"). Vietnam is a communist country (although you wouldn't know
it from the rampant capitalism of the streets) and there are red
banners emblazoned with the hammer & sickle everywhere, as well as
lots of Uncle Ho propaganda murals. (We dined to the accompaniment of
a Communist Party rally, complete with martial music near the town
square here in Dalat the other night.)
We then did the 8 hour bus trip (with the woman behind me puking for 7
hours) from Saigon up to Dalat in the Central Highlands where we are
now. Dalat is famous for its cartel of motorcycle guides called the
Easy Riders who take you for trips around the countryside on the back
of their bikes. being nonconformists, we elected to go with the
anticartel cartel called the Free Riders, and hopped on the back of
bikes with Tien ("Terry") and Chau ("Joe") and spent the day on the
back of motorbikes visiting coffee and flower farms, silk factories,
rice wine producers, pagodas, waterfalls and other local sights. They
tried to tempt us into a longer trip, but although we had enjoyed the
day, I have to confess the scenery of Vietnam is pretty blah. What
wasn't killed by US defoliation during the "American War of
Aggression", as it's known in these parts, has been comprehensively
dealt to by slash and burn farming, so the landscape consists of dusty
fields and scrubby trees, with a constant parade of ugly concrete
shophouses continuously lining the side of the road. Not somewhere we
wanted to linger. Tomorrow it is the night bus to Hoi An, which
purports to be historic, but we shall see! At least the food here is
excellent and very cheap - huge meals of several dishes for $5 for 2
of us!
Well, that's about it from us,
Cheers,
Jill & Bruce
PS: Facebook people - sorry, can't update - Vietnam seems to have
blocked access to the site.
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New Year Up Date from Daemon
Well, this is more like it! Apart from a preponderance of giant kitsch cat statues (Kuching fancies itself as cat city) Kuching is a very attractive and interesting city. As many of you had picked up, we weren't quite so enthralled with what we had seen of Borneo as we may have been. This is mainly because of the destruction of most of the northern part during the war, and the consequent rebuilding of the cities hastily, and in an incredibly ugly and brutal concrete style, which paved the way for similar architecture to follow. Kuching however, has lots of lovely old colonial shophouses and warehouses around the town and an attractive waterfront along the river's edge where you can sit and stroll. It also has the old "white rajah" forts and colonial courthouses etc which are well-preserved. And as for the food! Yesterday for lunch I had roast pork noodles with a beer for NZ$3!
There is also a lot of interesting old curios here - the rest of Borneo had had a huge amount of ugly tourist crap, but there are some nice pieces here. Not necessarily genuine, but nice. We picked up an old parang, or headhunter sword, as our souvenir - not sure the sharp weapon on a boat thing is a good idea, but what the hell. Now as Bruce will tell you, a parang is not to be confused with a palang, which is a decorative penis insert employed by the local indigenous men in order to a) imitate the Sumatran rhino which has an appendage naturally embellished with one and excite the women. There was a display of them at the local museum, with a head and shoulders photo of a local guy above the exhibit. I presumed from the stunned expression on his face he had had one. Despite all my "...if you REALLY loved me..." comments, Bruce remains steadfast in his refusal to try this local custom. Wimp.
Anyway, despite wishing to spend more time here, the days are moving on, so today it is off to Johor Bahru, which should take us 4-5 days, and is not a trip I'm overly looking forward to, as the shipping traffic in the area is notoriously heavy. Oh well.
Anyway, we sign off, now as apparently there is a big croc on the riverbank I should take a look at. Nnnnm, OK, hope our anchor isn't snagged!
So, all of you have a great new year, and think of us on the high seas while you celebrate.
All the best,
Jill & Bruce
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Xmas Update from Jill & Bruce
Hi all,
Remember us? We're the ones doing all the sailing stuff and who have been too lazy/busy/preoccupied to write. So here is what we have been up to since we last wrote:
We spent our last week in Brunei finishing boat chores, reprovisioning, filling up with diesel (NZ 30c per litre!) and buying a new solar panel - NZ$ 230 for a 75 watt panel - excellent deal. Maybe now I can do emails etc without the power-consumption police glaring at me. We were befriended by a local expat couple who were very generous with the use of their car, and also took us for a burn down the river to the Malaysian border town of Limbang for lunch one day. That caused some concern as we got half way (about a 30-40 min trip) and realised we didn't have our passports with us. Much hilarity ensued as the idea of anyone at Limbang checking passports was apparently absurd. And sure enough, we just tied the boat to the jetty, hopped off, had lunch. looked around town and got in the boat and went back to Brunei. Border security in this part of the world only exists in the minds of bureaucrats. The Indonesian officials who were astounded that the Malaysian terrorist leader could get into Indonesia undetected to mastermind the Jakarta bombings are either naive, stupid or lying.
Despite thoroughly enjoying our time in Muara/Serasa it was time to move on, so we up anchored and headed down the coast, picking our way through a thicket of oil rigs just off the coast. Our first stop was Jerudong Marina, which strictly speaking, we should not have been in, as it is the private marina of Prince Jefri, the Sultan's brother, built at great expense (about twice the size of Westhaven) to house his superyacht, "Tits" and its tenders, "Nipple 1" and "Nipple 2". Classy guy. There are even artificial islands in the marina to provide extra shelter from the swell. However, his boating days seem to be over, so the marina is now unused, apart from passing yachties and sheltering fisherman, and the security guards seem to have given up hassling anchored boats, so it is now a very welcome piece of shelter in a coast pretty much devoid of good anchorages.
From there it was up the river to Kuala Belait, a booming oil town with a huge expat population where we spent a couple of nights and checked out of Brunei and then headed down the coat to Miri in Sarawak, Malaysia.
We passed the giant seahorse (don't ask) at the shallow, rolly entrance to Miri Marina (some of these designers have never been on a boat) and friends from Melric & Pied a Mer were on the dock (N04'23".09, E113'58".3)to take our lines. Miri was a great little town, lots of good cafes and shops that sold useful tings (canvas, hardware, jerry cans) and a great sense of the absurd in commerce. My favorites: Classy Inn (SO not!), Divine Crust (a toast restaurant. No, really.) and my all-time winner, Frank-ly Delish, a frankfurter restaurant with the catchy billboard slogan: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Sausage". I hope that read better in Chinese. It was also difficult to go past the staff tshirts in the wonderful Ming Cafe (huge plate of mudcrab, laksa, baby green veges, 2 handles of beer and 2 ice coffees for NZ$20!) which proudly announced "I've been to Borneo and pissed at the Ming Cafe!". Either they've left a word out or we are subjected to way too much information.
From marina world in Miri, we headed out for a 3 nighter sail down to Santubong, on the mouth of one of the rivers going to Kuching city, which is where we will spend Xmas. The sail was good, gentle winds from astern, not much motoring, but a hell of a lot of thunder and lightening during the night. I prefer to think of it as god having her fairy lights out for Xmas. Speaking of which we are about to string Daemon with her lights and have hoisted Cap'n Santa, our inflatable Father Xmas, up the mast. It is slightly unfortunate that Cap'n Santa looks like a reject from a Chinese inflatable sex doll factory (he has a very willing-looking mouth) but as we got him in Papua New Guinea last year, choice was a little limited. It stops me missing the Creepy Whitcoulls Santa - I can't believe they gave him a makeover!
So, here we are, parked under a dramatic little mountain in a peaceful river, almost on the equator, with no other yachts about (N01'42".99, E110'19".77) deciding on what to cook for Xmas lunch. Whatever we have, we'll raise our glasses to all you guys, wherever you are.
Merry Xmas and Happy New Year! (And a belated happy Hanukkah to the Crackas)
The Daemons
PS: I know we've only just left, but we'll be back in NZ in March - Bruce has some contract work lined up to top up the cruising kitty. So, if anyone has six month's work for a highly motivated yacht wench, experienced in marketing & operations management with a particular focus on retail, but not at all fussy, drop me a line.
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Hold on to your hats the Daemons are making a flying visit.
Update
Until we head back to NZ. Daemon is tucked up in the bay at Brunei, with 3 lots of people keeping an eye out for her, so fingers crossed she'll be fine.
We have had a good month relaxing and doing a bit of sightseeing - not a lot of sightseeing, as a) Brunei is tiny and b)there isn't a lot to see. We took a day trip with one of the guys who runs a tour company as well as being heavily involved with yachting here, and visited the two main mosques, the water village, the museum housing the Sultan's regalia, the Brunei Museum (proudly announcing its first exhibit collected in the 1960s was a road kill owl) and a stop outside the Sultan's Palace to peer through the gates at the palace (see the website http://retardzone.com/2008/03/06/how-to ... on-dollars for a look at the life style) which has 1788 rooms with 257 bathrooms, is 200,000 square metres and houses some of his 5000-odd cars. It is the largest private residence in the world. Another trip highlight was stopping at the Empire Hotel (http://theempirehotel.com) to pick up another couple doing the tour. It is a "six star" resort, with an amazing decor and huge atrium, zillions of swimming pools etc etc. I swanned past the designer stores (Bvlgari, Hermes etc) wearing my best $8 Vanuatu market skirt and my $3 Kota Kinabalu market shirt, accessorised by stylish Croc sandals and a backpack, with my personal hairdresser (Bruce) in tow.
Apart from that, we have had a great rest and the Yacht Club library has taken a thrashing. We're now ready to head home to see all our friends and rellies we have been missing. Take care everyone!
Jill & Bruce
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More from the Daemons.Update
.. OK, not really, but after the horrors of Labuan Marina, being anchored and free to swing with the tide and wind at Muara in the Sultanate of Brunei is pretty damn pleasant!
As predicted, luxury palled fairly quickly (day 2, "Hmnn, I've stayed at better...") and just in case telling myself this wasn't working, their berth spaces and our budget ran out at the same time, so we had to move on. We went out to Gaya Island and anchored overnight before heading towards Labuan Island. We had planned to anchor at Pulau Tiga, Ground Zero for the Survivor tv series, where the first series was filmed. Tried to get photos for you, Ross, but the weather was foul so we had to move on without stopping.
We got to Labuan a couple of days later and saw friends were in the marina, so we pulled in and tied up there as well. BIG mistake! The marina is only 2 years old and cost 30 million NZ$ but it is in very bad shape. It seems to have been designed and built by the same group of monkeys, who, if put in front of typewriters, would produce the complete works of Shakespeare in several thousand years. Well, obviously they had only given this bunch of monkeys a couple of hours at the drawing board because the design and build in no way took into account the conditions marinas experience. All the floating pontoons were one rigid boardwalk with no provisions for flexing, so when swells, surge or boat wakes came in, they whiplashed themselves to death. The few fingers left to tie to, seemed to be nailed not bolted to the main walkways and while we were there two self-destructed. Several of the smaller ones had no supporting piles and had come adrift and tilted over long before. There is a small team of workers constantly trying to patch it up, but they seem to be concentrating on things like lights and cleats and ignoring the disastrous structural failure. To make matters worse, it is the catchment area for all the rubbish thrown from the stilt villages further up the harbour, so all around the boat is a solid layer of rubbish, which stinks and bangs against the boat. Annoyed by a persistent thudding against the hull one night, Bruce went out to remove the offending item and when I asked what it was, he said it could have been one of two laundry baskets, a hard hat, one of several logs or boards, a kitchen cupboard door or one of many bottles. Add vege waste, plastic of all descriptions and dead fish to that lot, cook in the sun & humidity and you have some idea of the stench. However, it is free. There is a very posh marina office which is brand new but has never been opened. What a colossal waste of money.
Anyway, we tied alongside one of the walkways, with the prevailing SW monsoon winds holding us off. Well at least until the second night when a huge squall came through, with 50 knots of wind from the NE blowing us right on to the jetty. It was absolutely terrifying - we spent 2 hours in howling wind and driving rain on the jetty shoving the boat off so she didn't slam on to the jetty. Waves were breaking over the walkways and soaking us as well. It was horrible, but we managed to stop her hitting, although it was 3 days before I could raise my arms above shoulder height again! As soon as the winds abated enough to launch the dinghy we spider-webbed her with ropes across the fairway to hold her away from the jetty. Something I hope I never have to do again. The next day we walked into town and there were trees blown down all over the place, so it was definitely a howler.
We spent a few days in Labuan doing boat stuff, finishing my last essay for the year and stocking up on duty-free booze, as Labuan is a duty-free island. Actually got some decent wine (Chateauneuf-du-Pape)for only NZ$7! Very drinkable - a change from the usual yachties standards where a "sophisticated" wine is one that doesn't make you grimace and shudder for he first 3 sips. And they had my fave 42 Below passionfruit vodka from NZ as well! Booze in Mayalsia is taxed to hell, as it is a Muslim country, so this was an opportunity not to be missed. When the time came to get out of the marina (yes!) we found our engine wouldn't go (no!). There seemed to be some electrical failure, which Bruce & our friend Mike from Kantala spent the afternoon trying to track down. The gods were obviously looking after us (probably feeling guilty about the squall!) and tied up beside us was an electrical engineer! Within 15 minutes he had diagnosed a failed battery switch and in another 10 had fixed it. Phew!
So, off we went to make the huge ocean crossing to Brunei. Four hours and a nasty squall later we were there, and are now anchored off the river by the yacht club, enjoying the clean, flat waters of the Brunei River mouth. Weather permitting, we'll probably head down towards Miri for the Brunei Yacht Race.
Cheers,
The Daemon
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More from the Daemons
Hi all,
Well, we dragged ourselves out of Kudat (love that little town!) and headed down the coast of Borneo to the bright lights of Kota Kinabalu. Again the trip was uneventful (I've stopped counting cowering in the cockpit on anchor watch during the usual evening thunderstorm as events), and we stopped at some nice anchorages on the way, particularly Pulau Mantanani and Pulau Gaya, which is in the Tunku Abdul Rahman National Park, a stone throw from the centre of KK.
We are now in the marina at Sutera Harbour Resort and in a quiet state of bliss, not least because I don't have to worry about the said nightly thunderstorms. The marina is an extravagance for us at $25 NZ per night, but it is attached to a 5 star resort and we get to use all the facilities for that. As a room at the hotel is US$300 per night, it is quite a bargain! We have a choice of 3 swimming pools, ten pin bowling, free luxury shuttle bus to town, a super cheap laundry service (so we don't spoil the look of the pace by draping washing over the boats), lots of restaurants (if we could afford them) and wonderful, wonderful showers, all marble and frosted glass with free bath caps & shampoo and soap and baby powder etc and to top it all off, they issue you with fresh towels every time you go near a shower or a pool! And the towels haven't been two months between washes and used for mopping up spills, rainwater ingress etc etc. Absolute, indescribable bliss! I found myself standing in an exquisitely-designed airconditioned marble and carved wood lobby the size of an aircraft hangar reciting "It was worth giving all this up to live in a cramped, damp, hot space that rolls all night. It was worth..." I'm telling myself I'll get bored quickly. Check out www.suteraharbour.com and drool.
Yours decadently,
The Daemons
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