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From Singapore to Penang

 

8th December 2008

07 57.0N  98 26.8E

Ko Rang Yai

 

Greetings all,

 

Even though it’s only been a few days since we got our last email off, we are so behind we really should make a start on this straight away.  And hopefully, over the next days, we’ll have some time.  But when we’ll get internet again to send it - mind, that may be different.

 

But for the minute, it’s just after lunchtime and we’re anchored off the sandy beach of Ko Rang Yai – a tiny little island off Phuket, waiting for the right tide so we can get into Royal Phuket Marina.  For the first time in as long as we can remember, we have a bit of time to catch our breath – but how did we get here?

 

Pirates and Squalls – thankfully not, but a fair few fishing boats

 

The last email found us just leaving Singapore having stopped off at Customs and Immigration off the Twin Sisters Islands to get the paperwork stamped Singapore ShipParkand to prove that “the wife” was leaving with the boat she’d arrived on.

 

The west of Singapore is another vast car park for ships, but we’d learned our lesson coming in so weaved our way through them before coming across an enormous land reclamation project.  All around us were tens of tugs, each with a vast barge full of soil and sand lumbering along behind them.

 

All too soon, we’d left Singapore waters behind and with Malaysia to starboard, we started to head north again.

 

Into the famed and feared Malacca Straights, home to pirates and the feared Sumatras. 

 

Well, today the pirates aren’t such a problem, most are languishing in Singapore jails and those few left much prefer a big ship with $500,000 in its safe to a poor little yacht.  But the Sumatras are another matter.

 It doesn't get much better than this

It’s a brute of a line squall that builds over Java and Sumatra, then sweeps east across the straights – generally around dawn.  Winds of 60kts are not unusual and even though short lived, missing such a bit of weather was a fair priority.

 

But most of the weather was perfect.

 

As usual, we planned out our route, this time as far as Port Dickson.  Mostly this is just a matter of sitting with the chart plotter, the chart and any pilotage information we have to hand.  You work out where you want to go, setting a few waypoints along the way, either just to mark places you’ll be passing, or to ensure you don’t get too close to any nasty little dangers like wrecks or rocks.  In many place you’ll also be factoring things like currents, but there’s a pretty consistent set in the straights so we ignored it.

 

Then you work a few anchorages – either as possible places to stay overnight, or shelter if the weather gets nasty - with notes on tidal ranges to hand so you don't find your bottom bumping as the tide falls.

 

We were not surprised when we were faced with little wind so, sadly, as has become usual, found ourselves motor sailing again.  The first overnight anchorage was perfect, offering shelter from both wind and swell so we set the anchor alarm (an alarm on the GPS that goes off if you drift further than you set as the limit) and had a great nights sleep.

 

The next day was a good run, but the wind and swell started to build in the afternoon.  The bay we’d planned to stop wasn’t great (albeit the best in that stretch) being pretty exposed, but we thought there was a nice corner we could tuck behind.  Except, we found the river that came out nearby had been dumping silt into the bay since the chart was made (in the 1930’s) – it was way too shallow.

 

With this nice wind though, it wasn’t hard to decide to do an overnighter and head on.  We’d heard horror stories about fish traps and lots of fishing boats – the former you can’t see at night so you head offshore a bit into deeper water, the latter you can see, although they show the usual mix of lights that were never thought off when ColRegs were written.

 

But it was a grand night, albeit dodging all these fishing boats. At one time we counted 52 boats ahead of us and a similar number behind.  What makes it interesting is some are seine fishing – with a net between two boats.  At least they were heading in exactly the opposite direction to us so it was just a matter of heading for the bigger gaps.

 

And on to Penang

 Is it a Sumuatra - it's big, check out the ship

For once, we got it right and dawn found us just off Port Dickson and the Admiral Marina where we planned to stop a night and top up the tanks.  Then we looked behind us and saw the most incredible front of towering thunderclouds.  Is this a dreaded Sumatra coming down on us?  Never having seen one, we took no chances and rushed into the Marina, finally getting a reply to our calls on the radio just as we arrived.

 

As it turned out, it wasn’t a Sumatra, just some very big clouds, but it got the pulse rate up a bit.Dawn at Admiral Marina

 

We left from the Marina (and it is a very very posh one) at dawn for a pretty straightforward run to Penang and Limbongan Batu Muang (herein known as LBM), the shipyard we’d arranged to haul-out and re-antifoul in preparation for the Indian Ocean passage in the New Year.  We’d actually arrived a few days early so we dropped the anchor up in Seagate, a small passage between the main island of Penang and Palau Jerejak, and grabbed a cab into the main town of Georgetown to go through the usual officialdom paper chase and check out the local suppliers.

 

Fortuitously, one supplier, the main chandler, Pen Marine, is part of the LBM group and CK, the owner, was popping down to LBM that afternoon so kindly offered us a lift down there.  Since LBM is at the other end of the island, we accepted with alacrity.

 

Well, LBM was an eye-opener – basic and dirty were our first impressions, It's nowhere as bad as first impressions suggestbut as we wandered around, chatting to some of the other yachties working on their boats on the hardstand, we felt more comfortable.  We went into the offices and met Mr. Mogan, a very distinguished looking Malaysian of Indian extraction and the manager who would be looking after us.  After the usual small talk, we arranged to haul out in a couple of days, a few days earlier than first arranged.  CK then kindly gave us a lift back to the boat.

 

The next day was spent preparing the boat as much as we could before heading back into Georgetown where we discovered Chulia St, a strip of hardware shops interspersed with Backpacker Hostels and Bars.  We were looking to replace a couple of power tools that had died then tried out a couple of the bars.

 

Five weeks with LBM

 

The next day, we upped the anchored and motored around to about a mile off LBM.  The tides are such that there’s a strong cross current to the dock so you try and time to go in on slack water.  Well, they kept us waiting for nearly 3 hours by which timeHinewai comes out it was certainly not slack water any more.  We had to ferry glide our way over, twisting the boat through 45 degrees to slot into the dock at the last minute – luckily, they had guys holding big bits of padding on the concrete corners since we did collect one quite hard.

 

Once in the dock, the Travelhoist crawls towards you like a prehistoric monster (it was a small one, we had to disconnect our forestay to fit) and the diver went in to attach the slings.In the frames

 

The monster’s motor roared and we lifted out the water.  After a pressure spray to clean the slime off the bottom, they placed us into a precarious looking, but solid set of frames – and we were done.

 

Well, not so much done, just starting.

 

We won’t bore you with the tales of the next five and a half weeks.  Just to say that we’d planned to be out for two, maybe three weeks, but a combination of rain, rain and more rain and No job's quick and easyfinding a few more jobs that needed to be done that we planned all soon tops up.

 LBM's excellent stores

LBM is primarily a ship repair yard, taking ships up to maybe 200 feet in size – not small, but not big either.  By Western standards, it’s interesting – rubbish everywhere, and this includes large bits of ships, a dozen stray dogs running around, H & S is somewhat limited (the young lad who sanded down our antifoul was wearing a dusk-mask, but most of the time it was around his neck with a cigarette in his mouth).  But the quality of the work they do, especially that out of the machine shop, was first rate.  And their stores had everyting you might need.

 

An unusal dry dayIt was an odd lifestyle those weeks.  The first couple of weeks were a pain, with much of what we wanted to do being curtailed by the rain –Rubbing down the rubbing strakes Peter might get a couple of hours working on the hull before the clouds built and everything had to be covered up.  Fortunately, LBM has made a large shed available for the yachties so we were able to do a fair bit undercover – Jean spent a week sanding back and oiling the rubbing strakes that we were re-seating.

 

Good friends at LBM and haircuts in Georgetown

 

It was also a chance to meet some of the others working on their boats.  Some were short term, one boat went back into the water the day after we’d arrived having been out for just 2 days to antifoul.  Some, like Roger had been out of the water for over a year, but then he kept heading back home for months at a stretch – more or less using LBM as cheap storage.  A French catamaran that had been out for over two years and the family made major alterations – like lengthening it by 6 feet (they were back in France when we arrived, having left their Labrador "Colum" to be cared for by the other yachties).  Leo and Anne, a lovely Kiwi couple whose boat looked like Hinewai’s kid sister, had just finished a major 5 month refit and finally got afloat again a couple of days before we did.

 Bestest Friends

And our bestest friends – Phil and Helen, who were slowly getting towards the end of a six-month refit on Meridian, a beautiful 30 year old steel boat from Tassie After a hard day's work– and couldn’t wait to get afloat again.  We'd bumped into them is Darwin briefly before Peter's injury, and when we first met them again at LBM, they were living in a hostel in George Town, commuting back and forth on a moped, because the boat was unlivable, but they moved back on a couple of weeks later.  Needs must - a hot air gun beats a stoveWe used to share a few beers sitting around at the end of every day.

 

Indeed, one endearing memory was Helen, half way though preparing dinner, running out of gas.  Ever resourceful, we found her cooking in a saucepan over a hot air gun.

 Esme and Jaz of the BBQ

Once a week, we’d treat ourselves and head into Georgetown, becoming regulars at the BBQ Bar and Café in Chulia Street, run by a fiery lady called Esme.  Just round the corner was Little India and we’d wander around the shops and stalls, lapping up the sights, sounds and smells – eating at a little Indian restaurant where the waiters never wrote anything down – and never got anything wrong.

 

Peter’s been running with pretty short hair in the hot areas and one night decided to pop into an Indian barber for a quick #2.  There is no such thing in an Indian barbers as a quick #2.  Once in the chair, it became pretty So far, so goodclear that communication was limited – No English, No Hindi, limited Malay.  But the cut was a gem, not just the clippers, but then a careful clean-up with scissors and blades.

 

Then a shave – cut-throat of course – Peter always get’s this overwhelming urge to swallow at the wrong moment.  Once shorn, multiple applications of hair gel, alcohol rubs and other strange substances.  He was very nervous around open flames for a couple of days after that.

 

And then, the massage.  This was a mixture of very hard rubbing of the scalp, interspersed with hitting it – hard!  And to finish – the neck stretch.  You know those awful sounds you get with a chiropractor – imagine a barber doing that to your neck.  After every set of cracks, Peter found himself wiggling his toes just to check all was working still.

 

But the best thing of all was the atmosphere – everyone was chatting away (or trying to) – laughing, just having fun.  And when Jean came back to find Peter still in the chair, and decided to ask if she could take some photos – well, it was on for young and old.The BBQ

 

Without doubt though, the high point of Penang was the people we met.  Phil and Helen would generally come down to the BBQ with us each Saturday and we met a fine assortment of people there.  One I’d even heard of – a Swedish gentleman called Nils, now late 70’s whose been sailing around the world in a 23ft boat (just half the size of Hinewai) called Peter Pan for over 20 years.

 

Friends rallying round

 Peter - One in a Million

And Peter and Ella.  Peter’s a retired career soldier in the British Army (ex-Signals) who married a German lass he met over 30 years ago.  Now living in Penang, we got chatting one night at the BBQ – well, his Black Country accent still marks him as a Pom.  A couple of Saturday’s later, he offered Simon - not quite what he expectedto come down and help us on Hinewai – an offer we were so grateful for since time was just running away from us by then. He ended up staying three days, and broke the back of the work.

 

The next Saturday, he asked if he might bring Simon, a young German traveler who was staying with him and Ella.  The more hands, the merrier, we thought – and so the next day met young Simon – who would end up being far more than just a pair of hands to help us out of LBM.

 

Other special memories – the showers, not the sort you just put your shoes on to go intoLBM Iced Coffee, but one you felt cleaner if you went in fully clothed; Iced Coffee in a plastic bag – LBM has it’s own “café” for the staff and they made mean iced coffee – strong, strong, strong and served in a plastic bag, tied with a loop of string with a hole just big enoughPeter & Sam to put a straw; and Sam the Dog.

 

Sam was one of the many feral dogs that lived at LBM, but was the only one that had befriended the yachties.  Maybe only a year old, she’d sleep under the yachts and would be following one of us around all day, collapsing in front of you at every opportunity for a tummy rub.  Jean was a special friend since she’d picked up some doggie treats at the supermarket one day.

 

We’d suggested to Peter and Ella that, as a small thank you, they might like to sail with us up to Langkawi – an offer accepted with alacrity.  Sadly, Ella was unwell the week before we left so couldn’t join us, but Simon did – indeed, with the plan he’d come all the way to Phuket with us.

 

Leaving LBM for Langkawi

 Touching the water again - at last

At last, the day came when we were going back in the water.  We stocked up the boat, filled the water tanks and the monster Travelhoist straddled Hinewai once again and lifted her clear of her supports.  A quick drive through the yard and she was lowered back into the water.  Check out the new sexy black hull - we've always used red antifoul before but, like a Model-T Ford, the only Micron 66 available was black.

 

An hour or so later, after checking all the through-hulls and newly welded patches for leaks, and struggling to re-attach the forestay and re-tension the rig, we slipped the lines and headed round to Seagate – Peter, Jean, Peter and Simon.

 The Penang - Butterworth Bridge

The clock was ticking again – the extra three weeks we’d spent in the yard meant we were getting tight to get up to Phuket for the Kings Cup so we spent a couple of hours doing the last few bits to tidy the boat down, then upped the anchor and headed off to Langkawi, passing under the Phuket/Butterworth bridge – the longest bridge in the Southern Hemisphere.

 

Langkawi is no great distance and we made it in an easy overnighter, albeit somewhat stressed by multitudes of badly lit fishing boats again.  Indeed, as we approached Langkawi, we gave up for a while when the radar showed a solid phalanx of boats coming out of where we were going.  Discretion suggested waiting until dawn before entering the harbour.

 

There are two choices in Langkawi – either anchoring off in the bay as many yachts do or going into Royal Langkawi Yacht Club.  Since we were planning some fairly major provisioning (Langkawi, like Labuan, is a Duty Free Port), we chose the latter and bySion, Peter and Peter in Langkawi 9am were safely tied up in a Pen (although not before Peter made the biggest pigs-ear of docking since we left Melbourne).

 

Sadly, Peter of Peneng had to leave us here, but Simon was staying on.

 

One yacht that had left LBM soon after we got there was owned by Janet and John (and, Yes, they have heard all the jokes already).  They are based in Langkawi and John had offered to drive us round when we got there – as he did wonderfully.  Not only did he know all the good Duty Free shops, but also where Jean could buy frozen smoked salmon (a tiny little Indian shop miles from anywhere, pretty bare shelves out front – wonderful freezers out back) and Peter could buy all the widgets he needed for the boat.

 

With the provisioning complete and stowed (it’s amazing where you can find room for slabs of beer, bottles of Rum and oceans of wine casks on Hinewai), it was time to refuel the boat and fill the water tanks.  The latter was a disaster.  First of all, Peter told Simon to put water in a diesel tank – a real blond moment – which necessitated opening the tank up, draining it (ditching some 50ltrs of fuel,) and cleaning it thoroughly.  Then once we did get to fill the right tank, and thankfully just one, the water’s turned out to be tainted.  Despite flushing it out and treating a new batch of water with Iodine, the tank is still suss – at 25% of our water, it’s one problem we must solve before the Indian Ocean.

 

All this faffing about cost us another day, and the pressure is now well on for the Kings Cup.  We popped round to the Ferry terminal where the Port Authority, Customs and Immigration live and finally signed out of Malaysia.  When we arrived the Aussie Dollar was buying 3.5RM, when we left it was 2.1RM, but, excepting dealing with Celcom, we’d had a wonderful three months.

 

Onto Thailand

 

Now we faced a three day sail up to Phuket and Thailand, and the King's Cup Regatta.  But now seems a good time to finish this – the next email, hopefully soon following this, might even get us up to date.

 

Hugs

 

Peter & Jean

 

 

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