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From Kumai to Kuching

 

Greetings All,

 

The weather has a lot to do with how often we write these short (sic) missives.  For example, here we are in Miri, a small city in Sarawak, one of the Malaysian provinces in Borneo and it hasn’t stopped raining all day.  And, while we’d been planning to leave tomorrow, the weather forecast shows some pretty average weather around here for the next few days – so here we will stay.  Looks like Peter will have his birthday in Miri after all.

 

To pass the time, we’ve been tidying up the boat and downloading our CD’s to iTunes on the laptop so we can update the iPod (1,708 tracks or so and counting – 4 days worth apparently - and haven't scratched the pile yet) – the humidity seems to be getting to our CD player – she’s skipping a lot.

 

Passage from Indonesia to Malaysia

 

The locals came out to say goodbyeWhatever – our last email finished as we were leaving Kumai, having spent such quality time with the orang-utans – and the stamp happy Indonesian customs, immigration and harbour master.

 

After exiting the mouth of the Kumai River, we turned right/starboard/west and were faced with a small choice in the initial route.  There are sandbanks/shoals that head out some 40 miles from the bottom left hand corner of Borneo and we’d been told by a few brave yachties it was possible to cut through them inshore.  Even so, being somewhat conservative, we decide to head off shore and pass south of them, even though it added some 70 miles onto our track.

 

And a few hours later, we were so glad we’d given ourselves some sea room.  There’s a classic piece of old film when the Yanks set off an A-Bomb under water in some atoll – a sort of diamond shaped water cloud overwhelming all these old WWII ships (for history buffs, this included the Printz Eugan whichThunderstorm Rolling In had been with Bismarck when she sank the Hood).

 

Well, that’s what this cloud that built up to the north of us looked like.  Black, diamond shaped, it was driving the smaller clouds into layers as it advanced.  The photograph gives it no justification.

 

“Oh Oh” thought Jean.

 

“Oh Shit” thought Peter.

 

We quickly dropped the main sail, reefed down the mizzen and furled the headsail to T-Towel size – and waited for the inevitable.

 

When it came, it was spectacular.  40+ knots of wind with rain drops the size of the Jawbreaker gobstoppers.  Fortunately, the worst quickly came through with the squall front and within 30 minutes we were able to get back on course, albeit in torrential rain for the next couple of hours.

 

The next two or three days passed pretty uneventfully, working our three hours on, three hours off watches. 

Then at 11am boat time (0300 UTC) on the 12th August, we crossed the Equator, some 5,260nm (6,300 miles, 9,400kms) since leaving Melbourne.  We had a bit of a party on board, along with a fishing boat that passed close by offering us fish (silly boys, they went up wind and the smell was not pleasant – we declined) and a smaller coaster that was running down 0.00N/S.

 

Once north of the equator, the weather changed as we moved into the SW monsoon.  Every night, huge thunderheads built up over the land.  Most nights we were just treated to the most amazing light shows, but a couple of nights, they drifted off shore.

 

This is where our radar is so useful.  We can actually plot heavy rain on the screen and one night, we could see this big big storm heading west towards where we were.  So we reefed down again, started the engine and headed north to try and avoid it.  Not only did it then start to head north and chase us, but the radar started to show storm clouds and rain forming all around us.

 

Rather than have the storm slowly roll over us, we bit the bullet and turned round, trying to blast through it.  The problem is you have no idea how big it is – the radar can only penetrate so far (and any echoes from ships are totally lost).  The front of the storm was the usual strong winds which soon dropped out, but for the next 3 hours we were stuck in the idle of this huge electrical storm.  And dodging other boats - the radar’s useless so it’s Mark 1 eyeballs string to spot the faint glimmer of a ship's lights through the rain. If we have problems seeing their big bright lights, you can be pretty sure they haven’t seen us – so we make sure we get out of their way.

 

But scarier is the lightening.  This wasn’t the odd flash, but a mixture of cloud flashes that went off for10 seconds or more, or massive sea strikes.  Now personally, we are pretty safe, Hinewai would act as a huge Faraday Cage if we were hit, but we could kiss goodbye to some $10,000 of wiring and electronic navigation gear if we are hit.

 

As a back-up, Jean goes into “Electrical Storm Mode”.  The hand held GPS and, the Sat Phone, the Mobile Phone and the Laptop are all wrapped in tin-foil and placed in the oven – Faraday Cage within Faraday Cage.  Then, at least, if we are hit, we can still see where we are and talk to people.

 

Arriving at Miri

 

All in all, it was an 8 day, 900nm passage from Kumai to Miri.  When arriving somewhere, the binoculars (Thanks Peter’s Dad for them) get a good work-out, trying to identify landmarks on shore.  Miri was a gem – recent developments have not only changed the sky-line, but created a whole new entrance to the port. The old entrance is now the entry to the marina, but these changes are so new, none show on the charts.  Although, once you know to look for the Miri Sea-Horse Lighthouse, things do get easier since this marks the entrance.

 

By the time we worked out where to go, dusk was approaching (and this close to the Equator it’s daylight, then “Oh, it’s all gone dark”).  We started to edge our way into the channel and discovered that when the river was diverted, the entrance to the marina has silted up. We found that out when we touched bottom and slowly ground to a halt.

 

We pulled ourselves off, thinking “bugger this” and headed out to anchor for the night and await a higher tide the next day.

 

The next morning we successful negotiated our way down the channel, past the dredger (broken) and pulled into the marina.  Within 5 minutes, the 24-hour guard had scampered down the walkway, made us complete some form with all our details and gave us the directions for the marina office so we could go and pay.RMLI Lifeboat In Mirinext to the Malaysian Coastguard

 

We filled the form in, went below and slept for 6 hours, only noticing when we woke up that behind us was “Louise Anne Hawker”, an RNLI Lifeboat.  This totally confused Peter (it turned out she had been retired and bought in the UK by a local businessman).

 

We stayed a couple of days in Miri, diving up into the town to sign in with Customs and Immigration, to get some fresh food and a beer or two (Kumai, being strongly Islam had no bars and no-where to buy beer.  Peter had been cold turkey for a week!) before heading off for Labuan in company of another couple of yachts.

 

After Indonesia, Miri looked a joy.  Indonesia verges on being a 3rd world country, whereas Malaysia is definitely 1st world – especially Miri which is the centre of the major oil industry.

 

To get to Labuan from Miri, you head northish, then NE, dodging the oil rigs.  It was interesting to watch the different styles we have – we consider ourselves conservative, but sort of weaved our way through the platforms – Jovic, a beautiful 48 footer from Gibraltar headed way north to avoid everything whereas Blue Tango, a Yank boat, cut tight inshore.  Somehow they both beat us.

 

The 5th Borneo International Yacht Challenge - Labuan

 The Waterside Motel and unfinished marina

The race blurb had said we could moor in the new Waterfront Hotel Marina.  Er, no.  Not yet finished.  So we joined the 40 or so yachts anchored just off the marina, trying to leave enough room between us and the masses of oil rig support ships also anchored off to let the very odd looking ferries that head back and forth to Brunei get through.Brunei Ferry and Oil Rig Support boat

 

 

 We called up the local water taxi on Ch 67 and headed ashore to register with the Harbour Master, and visit Immigration and Customs.  Even though it is all Malaysia, Labuan is part of the Sabah province (Miri=Sarawak province) and it’s just like changing countries.  We’ve done 4 pages of our passports over the last few weeks.

 

Back at the Hotel, we met up with some of the other yachties, and joined them milling around wondering what was happening.  A rumour had got around there was a briefing at 12, then 2, then 4.  None happened so we all transferred to the bar for the night.

 

The next day, word went around the radio net that there was a briefing scheduled for 2pm so we all headed ashore.  And this time it happened – we registered, were briefed on the races, went through all the boats measurements with the handicapper to get our handicap, were allocated out hotel rooms and received the first half of our US$400 attendance fee.

 

Labuan is a tax-free zone so a lot of the shops are all flogging duty free booze, smokes and electronics.  But behind all this is a vibrant community once you get away from the waterfront.  We were looking for a bookshop to get a Malay phrase book (while Bahasa Malaysian is very close to Bahasa Indonesian, it’s a bit like American English to British English – two countries separated by a common language).

 

Eventually we asked for help – with Jean totally confusing the librarians of the town library – an attractive modern two story edifice of brown and white stone and glass.  She was asking where local bookshops were, they were trying to explain that she was in a library where she could borrow a book.

 

Eventually we found a couple – more like stationers than bookshops.  Lots of stationery with a small area mainly set aside for educational books or books on Islam all wrapped in plastic.  No browsing here.  The few (2nd hand) novels in English sell for a king’s ransom.

 

Walking back, we found a strange small commemorative park.  Among the towering trees planted as saplings by various dignitaries to celebrate Lizzie’s coronation in 1952, were plaques not only commemorating the arrival of the Allies after Japan’s surrender, but also the arrival of the Japanese a few years before – even a plaque remembering the death in a plane crash of the Japanese area commander.  To the locals, we were all invaders, not liberators (CivilisationMalaysia celebrated 51 years of Independence on 31st August, and there were flags everywhere).

 

Then back to the hotel – a room over looking the pool, air conditioned and free.  We rotated long luxurious showers before dressing for the launch event that night and being picked up in coaches at 6.30.

 

The event was being held in the Rotunda – a large three storied beehive-shaped building standing on stilts at the end of a pier.  The top floor is open to the air – which was a shame.  We hadn’t even got seated before a heavy heavy tropical storm came through – and the strong winds blew the rain straight over everyone.  For a while we pressed on, sitting at our tables getting soaked, but eventually there was a rush for the empty rooms down-stairs. 

 

We felt so sorry for the organisers, they struggled on desperately, but it was impossible.  At first, it was only a few yachties called up for local cabs to get them back to the hotel, soon, no pun, it was a flood.  It was like being back at uni, except it wasn’t how many students fit in a Mini, but how many soaked yachties fit in a minibus.

 

The next day was the first race, a simple short up wind leg, then a reach down to a windward mark and back.  The hot racers went first, then 5 minutes later the multihulls.  We should have started 5 minutes after that, but had hung back from the line to avoid the mass of boats tacking back and forth.  As the multihulls started, the wind died – it took us an hour to claw our way to the start line – but then the wind came back and we had a reasonable sail – coming 4th (of 7) in our division.

 

One of the last back, we anchored up, packed up up the boat and caught the water taxi back to the hotel for a quick shower and dress up in the glad rags for the official launch event.  This too had been scheduled for the Rotunda, but fortunately they moved it since the rain came again that night.

 

It was one of those sit down affairs with big round tables – we wouldn’t have been surprised to see potato croquets.  The front couple of rows of table were all reserved for the dignitaries with us yachties stowed down the back.  That suited us – it was mean to be a dry event, but most yachties bought bags with casks or beer stashed and we were out of sight.

 

The food was superb, but first we had to endure all the speeches of the official launch (one of the reasons they go on so long is all the local politicians have such long names – by the time the MC has thanked them all for coming, we’re into a new Ice Age).  Up on the stage was a wooden mock up of a yacht and to officially launch the event, the biggest knobs pulled on cords which raised the two sails.  Unfortunately, one was so enthusiastic, he tore the rope off the head and the sail slowly sank down again.

 

After the speeches, the entertainment consisted of local dancers and they were excellent.

 

The 5th Borneo International Yacht Challenge - Miri

 

The next morning we sadly signed out of our air con’d room and headed back to Hinewai to get ready for the passage race to Miri.  We actually had quite a good start, only 10 minutes late and for a few hours found a magic patch of wind that slowly shifted round as we came out of the harbour and left us higher than a lot of the fleet.  Start of the Passage RaceThen we hit a hole and sat there for an hour and watched them go as we tacked back and forth trying to get past a pesky island.  While we were allowed to use our motor in the Cruising Division, it was at a penalty of 2 ˝ minutes added to your time for every minute motored.  We still thought we had a chance at that point.

 

Around 11pm, we were in the last 10% of yachts, but still not doing too badly when considering our handicap rating.  Then the weather reared its head.

 

We’re told this sort of weather’s early this year.  Great!  Every night, you can see big thunderheads forming over the land and during the night these produce a light show that beats even Darwin.  Some storm cells stay over land, some drift out to sea – and us.  But you can track them to some extent with the radar – the heavy rain gives a good return – and spot the storms that fancy a bit of travel.

 

As we did that night.  There was a humdinger building on shore and it was clearly on the move.  So we reefed down all the sails and headed off-shore.

 

It caught us and half a dozen other boats at the back of the fleet.  Generally, it’s only the front of the storm that packs a punch, behind it the wind drops out and its just rains – sorry - RAINS.  This time the strong winds went for more than an hour and we ended up having to sail with them – back the way we had just come.  Then all of a sudden they’d gone, and we were becalmed in the rain.  There was a quick spate of calls on the VHF to check everyone was OK and we looked at each other in our our bright yellow wet weather gear.  “Bugger this! Let’s motor”.

 

We dropped the sails and did just that – expecting some wind to come back.  Well, the rain stopped, but it was over 12 hours before there was enough wind to start sailing again.  We came last, getting back in to Miri Marina again after 5pm.

 Preparing for the Start

And that day was meant to be our Rest Day.  We slept on board that night and headed out the next day for the first of the Miri Harbour races.  Same course layout as Labuan, and we had a good start.  Damn.  It made us cocky.

 

The last long leg was perfect for us to fly our Cruising Chute – the big baggy sail at the front that’s not quite a spinnaker.  It’s a big and powerful sail, and when we’re just sailing along, we take our time to put it up.  But this was a race – so Peter’s running around the foredeck like a headless chook.  The Start - thanks to Dominique Dodge-Wan for OK to use her photographAnd sure enough, a big tangle that took 15 minutes to sort out – as we watched the fleet sail off into the distance.  But once we had it up, we flew! Getting close to catching up (we didn’t need to pass, being close with our handicap was enough).  Then we had to take it down – another huge tangle – we came last.

 

A new hotel that night – such bliss – another function.  The next day, another race and again we planned to fly the kite, but as we drifted around the course, the wind shift made it impossible for us to try – or go.  Finally finished - thanks to Dominique Dodge-Wan for OK to use her photographWe were well last again – the little boat that pick’s up the marks (the buoys that mark the course) was following us around.

 

As we finally came past the finish boat, we let rip with our shaken up cans of beer, spraying each other in celebration at having finished.  The officials joined in – they had these aerosol air-horns that they’d “parp” as each boat finishedJean receives our "Certificate for Racing"

 

 and since they were not going to be needed again once we went through so they let each blare out until the propellant ran out.

 

That night was another big closing function which went on well into the wee hours.

 

It had been a great week.  The Malaysian’s admit the regatta is run purely as a tourism exercise, to spread the work about Malaysian Borneo – and are willing to invest.  And it’s paying off – double the number of yacht’s were here this year to last – and all had a ball.  And more, all of us will go away singing the praises of the beautiful and very unspoilt area.

 

As did many other yachties, we’d decided to treat ourselves to an extra night in the hotel.  It had superfast free wireless broadband so we took the opportunity to get the last email out and update the website, with Jean checking out the pool.  That night the hotel had an international food festival on – Roast Lamb – yummy.

 

We had every intention of checking out the next day – and indeed did before 12.  But we got waylaid in the bar by some others who were staying when Peter wandered back to Reception about 8ish to see about a room again, we got a free upgrade to the Executive Suite with breakfast thrown in.

 

We did leave the next day.

 

Back on the boat, it was back to make and mend – scrubbing the waterline again (snake free this time), changing the oil, touching up the rust, planning where to go next and researching where we are going to pull the big girl out to re-antifoul in October.

 

Liver & Bacon in Brunei

 

We also took the chance to head over to Brunei.  Originally, we had planned to sail up but we’d heard a few stories about how Aussies are being treated.  Apparently, the Sultan owns a small property in Northern Aus (small!  It’s bigger than Brunei).  He used to just fly in and out whenever he wanted – then the Howard Government decided he needed to go through immigration procedures like mere mortals.  “Right Ho”, says the Sultan, “You want me to do paperwork, then every Aussie who visits Brunei has to do the same”. 

 

Brunei Immigration doesn’t give you a hard time; they just work, slowly, to rule.  So we decided to hire a car and driver (David Kho – Telephone 016 873 822) and just pop up there for a day.

 

David, a Chinese Malay in his late 60’s, picked us up in his nice air-conditioned SUV at 6.30 and we headed off.  Like many of his age he is tri-lingual (Malaysian, Chinese and English (his weakest)).

 The Sultans Monument to the 1,000,000th barrel of oil

It’s only an hour to the Brunei boarder and we were through in 30 minutes – David dolling out chocolate bars seemed to help. 

 

Brunei is very like Malaysia – but also it’s not.  Thanks to the Oil income, there’s no unemployment and no income tax.  The roads are as good as any and most cars are new, but there’s also a feeling of aimlessness – everyone has a job, but are they productive?

 Nodding Donkies

Anyway, our first stop was the monument to the One Billionth barrel of oil being pumped a few years back – it had a sort of Saddam Hussein monolithic feel to it.  Not Peter’s cup of tea, but he was fascinated by all the Nodding Donkies all over the place – by the road, in Parks, Housing Estates (back gardens) – everywhere.

 

Then it was on to the Oil and Gas Discovery Centre,Jean's Bed of Nails a sort of theme park dedicated to Oil.  It was a bit like visiting the Science Museum as a kid – lots of interactive displays.  We had a ball – Peter especially enjoyed seeing Jean try out the bed of nails (proving the idea of spreading a load).

 

Then it was on to Bandar Seri Begawan, the capital city, although stopping first at the Empire Country Club Hotel.  We’d heard about it on the grapevine, built by one of the Sultan’s sisters (or wives?)  and had briefly considered a night there until we found out that one night stay is the same as month’s cruising budget for us. But still worth a look we were told.

 The Atrium

At first sight it looks like any old 6-star hotel – lots of marble and guilt in reception.  But then, just past reception is the atrium – and you are at the top of this five storey hole with layers of bars, restaurants, quiet areas – all held up by these vast square pillars – again all marble and gilt, big enough to hold rooms inside them, even with little wooden shutters.  It’s a stunning design, literally, stunning your senses and drawing you in – having travelled through Egypt, Peter had a sense of an Ancient Egyptian influence – it made you realise how the old Pharaohs might have lived.

 The Sultan's Mosque

Next was a drive-by of the Sultan’s Palace – it is vast – like 2kms x ˝ km in size – the largest palace in the world still lived in.  Or so we were told.  All you can see is the gates and a couple of guards.  Then to the Mosque being built by the Sultan and the Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque, built by his father The Sultan's Dad's Mosque– the keystone image you see in most tourist blurb on Brunei.  Yet, like Stonehenge, it looks better in print – somehow it looked slightly tawdry in the flesh.  The current Sultans Mosque is far more impressive.

 

Liver & bacon at Royal Brunei Yacht ClubTalking of impressive – the Royal Brunei Yacht Club.  Well, not the clubhouse itself which is a rather quaint little building, but the Liver and Bacon Peter had for lunch there. "Impressive" seems so limited to decribe this meal - he just wishes he had room for the Bread & Butter pudding.

 

The other touristy thing we did was have a boat ride around the town on stilts. 

 

All along the Brunei River is this

 thriving community whose homes are built on stilts above the river.

 These are not little wooden poles, but solid concrete frames with substantial homes on them.  The Local SchoolAnd not just homes – shops, schools, power station, police and fire stations – even a Shell petrol station.

 

Over 30,000 people live in this community – and that’s in a country of only 350,000.

 

And that was it for Brunei – an odd place of great wealth, pride that every school is air-conditioned and there is no unemployment.  And, for Peter, the enduring memory of the best liver and bacon (with mashed potatoes, bullet peas and onion gravy) that he’s had for years.  Almost worth going back for.

 

Well, almost it for the trip.  We got to the border of Brunei, but Immigration was closed.  Being Ramadan, all the officials were in their booths breaking their fast for the day and were not opening for another 45 minutes.  Peter bet Jean 10RM that there’d be about 20 cars waiting by the time they opened – Jean thought 30.  A draw was declared with 25 cars.

 

Leaving Miri – almost – and Peter’s Birthday

 

The plan was to head off the next day so that Peter could have his birthday in Kuching but as ever, the weather closed in.  Very strong Sou’ Westerlies and torrential rain for a couple of days.  We spent the time wandering around Miri, Jean having a hair-do, having last drinks at the Ming Café and popping back to the hotel with its free internet and friendly bar.

 

Even after the wind dropped out, the seas were still a real mess for another couple of days so we ended up inviting all the other yachties onto Hinewai that evening to celebrate Peter’s birthday.  We took it carefully since we were definitely leaving the next day.

 Simon, filling his boot with diesel for Hinewai

And we did.  While Peter did the final top-up of the water tanks and tied the boat away, Jean popped into town with Simon to get fresh veggies and fruit from the market.  Simon is a good-fun local character who has found a little niche as a driver with the yachties (Tel 0198 861 754).  Like David, our driver for Brunei, he’s into retirement age, but unlike David’s plush SUV, Simon has this trashed old red Toyota saloon.  This means he doesn’t mind filling his boot with jerry cans of Diesel and nothing is too much trouble for him.  He’ll pick you up at the marina, run you into town, drop you off, arrange to meet back in 30 minutes, rush back to the Marina, pick some other yachties up, run them in etc etc etc.  He is a study in time and motion efficiency, rarely being late.

 

It was odd leaving Miri.  We’ve met some great people, some of whom we’ll see again as we all work our way up to Phuket, others who are heading north for the Philippines we may never see again.  But that’s cruising.

 

Leaving Miri – finally – some visitors and on to Kuching

 

So it’s coming to the point where we can wrap this up.  It was a three day passage down to Kuching and it was pretty average.  There was little decent wind to sail so we had to motor a lot.  On the other side of the coin, we also had a nightly thunderstorm – which although we are getting used to them and have no worries about the strongish winds, they do trash our sleep patterns.  Normally at night, we do 3 hours on, 3 off, but with bad weather, we both stay up and you never seem to catch up that sleep.

 

It was a trip with a bit of wild life though.  We’ve been saddened at how rarely we see dolphins on this trip compared with 11 years ago – something many long-term cruisers have commented on.  This time, we had a glorious day with dolphins playing all around the boat.

 

And up in the air, we had a few visitors – well, night guests.  We’d had a little swiftlet come aboard a while back but sadly it was so exhausted, it didn’t survive the night.  One night, we had a couple arrive at dusk – we’re about 60 miles off-shore at this point.  They have a quick fly around to choose somewhere to sleep – at first one inspected inside the main-sail, but it was a little slippery so he chose to hang onto the scabbard for the dive knife we have tied to the boom.  The other settled down on the deck behind us, sheltered by the life raft.

 

Meanwhile, up on the first spreader of the main mast, something that looked a bit like a tern settled.  We’re not sure how much sleep it got – every time the yacht rolled, he slid along the spreader, wings half open to balance himself.  And then we rolled back….. But to give him his due, he hung on.

 

The next morning, they all flew off – we were still 20 miles off-shore, but the wind was blowing the right way for the little birds so hopefully they got to land safely.

 

So we made it into the Santubong River yesterday (since they built a low bridge, yachts cannot get up to Kuching anymore) and dropped the hook just off this little village in the lee of a “miniature Sugar Loaf Mountain” (Jean’s description – Peter thinks it’s the eroded core of a volcano). This morning we helped one of the other yachts untangle their anchor chain from a mass of old fishing nets and after lunch, we’re going to pop ashore and explore.  Tomorrow, we’ll grab a local bus into Kuching city itself – Jean wants to visit the Cat Museum there.

 

We’ve also got to work out where to get some more fuel – Yippee, another 200 ltrs to jerry can out to the boat – with the aim of heading off in three days.  We’ll day sail, anchoring at a couple of islands where, we are told, the turtles are coming ashore to lay their eggs.  Then, if there is a decent weather window, we’ll head west for Peninsular Malaysia – specifically Tioman Island, about a four day passage.

 

Wonder where the next email will be sent from?

 

All the best

 

Peter & Jean

 

PS - up to 4,500 tracks on the iPod and still going strong.

 

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