Seeya Later Langkawi.

12th December 2014.

It has been 4 days since we saw our box, if only the first Air Asia employee was as switched on as Aliza, reckon we would have had it a lot quicker, she asked me yesterday to describe the box and lucky for me there was a cardboard box just over by the wall, just like that with silver tape wrapped around it and a picture of a garden blower on the side I said, she had no idea what a garden blower was but was a bit surprised that she was meant to be looking for a cardboard box and not the brown suitcase she had been attempting to find. As always the box was found, in Saigon I think she said, but nevertheless found. It has now arrived by taxi a little bit worse for wear but still in tack, well travelled as well.


Have had a couple of lazy days down Cenang having beers on the beach, bloody beautiful up here now, but now hard at it. Borrowed a pair of bolt cutters and snipped the padlock off the outboard then proceeded to lift it off the dinghy but only made it by a bees dick as the dinghy was moving in the opposite direction to me with the outboard, bloody close, could easily have been a disaster.


Trying to find a pissy little hole has proved a difficult task but with it on dry land a fair bit easier. I was working my way around the port side of the boat and at the aft end when JB Garry came up and said hello, I proceded to explain what I was upto and rubbed my soapy brush across a seem to show him, the suds went a bit higher up the tube and we both stared at two air bubbles coming out of a wee scratch, I could have hugged him but he is a Kiwi so just shook his hand instead. Then went in search of the glue and patch material, not to hard to find but the glue is rooted, gave old mate, Farid from Swift Inflatables a ring and I was soon en route to his factory to pick some up. He has the real deal stuff, primer and two part glue.

Procedure to repair patch to Hypolon dinghy.

  1. Wash and clean surfaces with good detergent and clean off with water and allow to dry..
  2. Roughen up the surface to be repaired and the surface of the patch with some sandpaper, I used 40 grit and it worked well.
  3. Use primer to clean all surfaces being glued, patch included.
  4. With gloves on, the hardner is majorly dodgy shit, Mix about 10ml glue to 3 drops of hardener, it goes off pretty quick so better off having bits ready and just do what you can per batch. It took me four batches. If the glue goes white and hazy there is too much moisture in the air so don’t continue as it apparently wont last. If it is really windy it goes off even quicker.
  5. Spread mixed glue over primed areas and let sit till dry, about 5 minutes.
  6. Repeat this process coating all surfaces twice, this is to make sure you have covered all surfaces and let dry once more.
  7. Let air out of dinghy so it is flat.
  8. Adhere patch to surface by rubbing it together to remove any air. It sticks like shit to a blanket so get it right as it won’t come back off for a second go.
  9. Let sit for 72 hours and is fully cured, can be tested at medium pressure after 24 hours.

If all else fails call Farid, +60194177370 or email him at, he and Elina are good dudes.It worked and the dinghy is now a beauty again.


It has been party time on Langkawi again, Jonno’s 62nd and Captain Mikes 59th within two days of each other, just means a bit sluggish off the mark if you ask me, enough. Both were good fun, Jonno’s was at Rays Place in Kuah, she put on an excellent spread, her mashed potato and curry was filthy, bummer it was chicken but there was heaps of veges mixed in so got myself a feed then a top up. Sue and Paul were there, haven’t seen them since Lukes 31st, she still uses the lines, fuckyou very much and I resemble that comment. It is a crack up. The guys from Sea Hog rolled up, Lukey in good form getting birthday boy to play some party games, funny as and great fun. Ginge was even rooted at closing time.


Next night it was up to Tanjung Rhu for Mike’s, a quieter affair but with once again beautiful food, heaps of beer and a few rums to finish up with. A bit of a mission getting home, a dinghy trip, then bike ride in a storm, yehaa. No rain just wind.

Coming home from Jonno’s we got pulled up by a road block, the copper took my license, looked at it, asked where are you from, replied Australia, he nodded, gave back the license and sent us on our way. You have got to love that, grinning like a dead fox.

I can’t believe how many jobs come up when you reckon you are ready to leave. We were leaving on Monday, this is now Thursday and we have just fueled up and the autopilot has shit itself. Lucky we have a full spare one, I can remember Keith from Surfmachine asking me what I reckon is the most important thing aboard. I had replied, Autopilot even without thinking about it. That is why I have a brand new one in the box ready to go. So Thursday arvo and Friday was spent swearing, running new cables and swearing but once it was all plugged together, turned it on and Hey presto it’s a goer.


We did some commissioning out in the pond and that is that, she’s a beaut. Amanda this time. I had people at the jetty bagging Raymarine, I cant really see it that way, our old Autopilot was from brand new, 14 years old, and the new one pretty well worked straight away, way to go Raymarine.


We had Ravi, Roby to me, over for some drinks. He works at the Mahuraja Arabic Restaurant right next to the marina and is leaving so we won’t get to see him again unless we go to Delhi for his wedding, remember the 3 rules Ravi and don’t let your mum, granny and aunties pick you out someone who is not suitably attired. It was a great night, he is a good bloke, when we first arrived he never smiled but I sorted that with a dedicated smile Ravi campaign, it worked because now he smiles all the time. It is a good Indian smile as well. It was a night made better with the cricket score.


Next day started out with a mission to Cenang to get a bucket of KFC for the marina guys, they all appreciated it with smiles and thanks, they love their KFC.

We had a few beers down at Cenang, Raffi,s where we checked the tide and then the Beachhouse Boys met us for some fun at Champor Champor, even saw a bloke all beaten up, ended up it was a movie they were making. He was lying on the ground covered in what looked like blood but wasn’t and all the crowd around him gawking at him on the ground, I pushed my way to the front of the pack and I don’t know why but said, hey he’s my cousin in abo, this got some action as he leaned up to see his white skinned cousin not. The crowd just stared and we pissed ourselves. You had to be there.


The motorbike just about knows its way home so we once again made it back safely to the boat.

Next morning said our goodbyes to Keith and Cath and we were finally ready to go.

Left Telaga at 1200 and headed out to the blue yonder with a bit of wind and it was breezy too!




Mission Impossible.

30th November2014.

Happy Birthday Dad and little Mo.

Well we find ourselves in Perth for my dad’s birthday, early Xmas with the family and saying howdy to all the crew.


Geez the last night on Koh Lipe was a classic, feast at Fino’s, beers at the Longtail Bar and then JD’s at the Peace and Love Bar till stumps, I am definitely getting too old for this shit. Peter helped us get the dinghy off the beach, it had done a full tide since the last time we looked at it.

Immigration was easy, a bit more paperwork and that was that; we were free to leave at our leisure and it cost nothing.

The motor back was excellent with a good current pushing us along at 7 knots, we were even motoring into 18 knots on the nose at one stage. Luckily not for too long as we got into the Lee of Langkawi and it soon dropped to 10knots. Fishing boats dragging nets all over the place, it is funny now, a fishing boat is not really an adversary anymore, just last year they bought on atrial fribulation with their antics, now we just pass them by, often close enough to have a yack.

Got back to Telaga at 1630 making it a three and a bit hour trip, snuck into our pen and got up to immigration, then the harbourmaster and then customs to finish our paperwork off. Telaga has the best entry and departure setup and with all the people coming in and out of Koh Lipe they are like a well-oiled machine. All three sections are friendly and helpful and a pleasure to deal with.

There is an arrangement between the Thai’s and the Malaysians where The Butangs is concerned, you can get a 30 day visa on arrival from Langkawi, you must not leave the Butang Group, which is a pretty big playground anyway, you must clear in and out from Koh Lipe where an Immigration official handles all the paperwork. This is the best option for a visa run that I have come across, didn’t need to do it this time but worth thinking about next time.


Spent a day washing the boat, a day in Kuah doing shit, we also found the Mercury dealer, Swift Marine and what excellent people they are, well set up as well. Ordered a new carby for the old 15HP four stroke so hopefully that will arrive soon, if I can sell it that would make for a nice Xmas bonus.

Had a muddy at Shin Mi, a pie at Mangoes and a couple of barbies on the boat. Also had a going away do for Naim, my favourite Telaga girl, got her a cake and said our farewells, she is off to KL to start a new job. Good luck and Jumpa Lagi mate. Naim even dropped us off at the airport, she is a beauty.


Well this flight home was not like my last, we went business for the first time. Back in September Air Asia had a special on Business class, same price as flexible economy and as we were booking so far in advance the possibility of a stuff up was just that, a possibility. Lucky to as we had to change the flight and it cost nothing, which even made the decision sweeter.

It was pretty bloody good sitting in the big seat reclined back and I was fast asleep from takeoff to just before landing, got to be happy with that.

Dad was on airport duties and we didn’t keep him waiting, through all the gates in no time, just like Langkawi. Jen even declared a wooden mortar which had to be inspected.

Moved into Jan and Rod’s which is where Mo is also living, so good to catch up with everyone. Spent the first days getting all the bits and pieces we needed on our list, setting up a vege patch out the back yard with Mo and then it was holidays. Well trying to fit everyone and everything in anyway. Ten days seemed like long enough, I love setting goals but this could be mission impossible.


We had an excellent day for Dads birthday, hit the Red Herring, which is on the Swan River in East Fremantle. The oysters Kilpatrick weren’t, since when did you put BBQ sauce on an oyster, but thankfully the chef saved the day with a beautifully baked flounder, it was winner winner chicken dinner. Dads red emperor was quite possibly the best piece of fish I have ever tasted, the serve was huge and served on a bed of kale, filthy. All the other meals were devoured as well.

I was yacking with Dad about the last time I went to the Red Herring and told him that it was at Darren’s, the bloke who bought my business, fortieth birthday. No sooner had I passed on this bit of trivia that I looked up and there he and Ali, his wife, was standing next to our table, oblivious to me staring at them. That was a spinout.


We hung around Perth for a couple of days, went out to tea for xmas with Mo, Jens Mum Marls, Chris and Rommy at Nocello, an Italian restaurant that was packed. It was also excellent, the gnocchi gorgonzola was the winner that night.

We had to go to the Thai embassy to apply for our visas, a phone call Monday morning had me rummaging through paperwork, iPad and laptop for all the stuff required. You need your boat insurance policy, boats papers, airline ticket to prove you are leaving Australia, receipts proving boat location – thanks Lyn, passports and a bit of time. So piled into Teniele’s car and off we went.

B is in charge and she is a ripper, the place fills up with people wanting to visit Thailand for extended stays but she just methodically works her way through each application whilst commenting on other applicants failings to do it right. A couple in front of us when asked where they live in Australia answered in the forest, they were sent packing to find a real address, bloody hippies, reminded me of the protestors at Ludlow Tuart Forest when I went protesting for the sake of the trees. We failed but it was bloody good fun causing as much mahem as was possible without blowing something up.


Anyway back to now, it took us about an hour and B informed us that we could pick our passports up on Thursday, pretty painless experience and a good way to start the week. We headed straight for Rowe Street in Northbridge, Yumcha was calling, it was superb. Don’t know the name but it is the second restaurant from William street heading West. The prawn dumplings were awesome, same with the tripe, the shuimai and the crab balls. I reckon Perth is the leader in Yumcha even eclipsing Asia, so far anyway.


A hooting roast lamb meal by AJ and Mo, my guts is getting bigger, had us prepared for a few days down South. This was where the mission began, drive to Margaret River, headed for Chris, Emma and little Mo’s for a night of beers and wines, next morning dropped in on Helga and Bonnie, geez she grew quick, went for a walk round our old neighbourhood, even checked out the old house as it is up for sale and the owners have headed overseas to live, climbed a couple of fences and we were following my old way home from the pub, said gidday to Bruno and Gudi then back over a couple of more fences and that tour is over and so is any thoughts I had of moving back to Margaret River. Bugger that.


Had to do a rental inspection of our workshop that is now leased by TEC’s. Bummer Gus and the other boys weren’t there, saw T, Sarah and the new Supervisor then moved on. Went over to my favourite lunch bar, Auger Bites, where Joe made me a filthy bacon and egg burger on the house, she is a ripper, got Mo’s car serviced, paid my drivers license at the shire, bought the new Michael Connelly and Mo Hayder books and went to the bank to sort out an account, then hit the Tav for a beer where I ran into a bloke I grew up with when I was a kid, used up some of the loyalty points on 621 my Tav number for years, bought 3 crays for sixty bucks which just happened to be the amount I took out as Fastcash, first time I have tried that, not really sure what was so fast about it, I suppose I spent it pretty bloody quick, then we went around to the Tommo’s for dinner. This ended up in a horror huge one. It is gunna be hard to get the dinghy off him Jan.


Next day we had lunch at the Tav with Carla, I surfaced at 1330, so a bit late, good to see the Freo Dockers # 1 fan again, we then hit the road for Augusta, another 40k’s South and had a bit of a snoop around the new marina, flash as, it is unreal and the finish is brilliant.


Headed over to the Barbara’s where the Cala’s were waiting for a beer and a wine or two. Good to see everyone.

Later we headed over to there house and had the best Laksa and heaps of beers, Woodsy came around with beers, he got a five for playing cricket on the weekend, didn’t get for what out of him.


Another big night but up at 0530 to go pull the cray pots, blowing its arse off so headed back home after a tour of the Cape Leeuwin’s many sites. We could see the pots but getting there would have been bone jarring and cold and wet.


Had the house inspection at our joint in Augusta, looks good, went and got Hemmy, our neighbour’s dog, out for a spin, it is like a wind up dog that is just flat out every where. While we were there Mick and Kylie came home so it was hooting to say giddy to them too.


Said our goodbyes to the Cala’s then back to MR to say our seeya’s there and collect heaps of out of date medical supplies that Tommo scored for us to give to the fishermen in Sumatra next year, they have got nothing so any thing is appreciated, could be worth a lobster or two.


Saw little Mo and Emma then Helga then off to Busselton to the Geographe Bay Marina for happy hour beers with the captains, Mike and Andrew, at The Deck. Ended up scoring half a platter of cheese to go with the beers off some blokes, bargain.


Tommo had been telling me about a Deck local bloke who fell out of a cherry picker, got there and sure enough I knew him, he is a lucky bugger, fell six metres and landed on his head, always thought he had sponge for brains, hahaha, sorry Darren hope you get better soon.


Jen then drove to Mandurah where we were expected for tea at Muzz and Kazza’s, what a feast, Steak Diane, rack of lamb and veges. Excellent to catch these guys as they are the still frothing over their time on the boat in Langkawi. Koh Lipe next year guys.

Up at sparrows for our final part of the road trip to Perth, picked up a couple of muddies for xmas lunch with my side of the family. Round trip of 804kms. Another big day with a nanna nap chucked in for good measure. We had everyone there including Brodes and Scott who were in transit sort of from Broome to England, be a bit chilly there. Jan does a pretty good impression of when her and Rod arrived in England with her smile frozen on her face. Some excellent food and wines went down and my guts is definitely getting bigger.


The vege patch is cranking and alls good, Mo also had Teniele and Craig’s herbs booming too..

Last day saw us visiting Marls, Yumcha, IGA and Bunnings and then packing. Finished off with Mum and Dad and the neighbours, Mark and Fee for drinks and goodbyes.


Left for the airport at 0430 with Dad being the taxi driver, got there at normal time but by the time we got through immigration they were boarding our flight, shit rushing to the bitter end, horror, but 5 hours of Business class helped us on our way. Back home for a holiday I reckon.

Not Quite, we got to Langkawi with one box missing, spewing its got some good stuff in it, but no point getting to bothered cause no one else is either and really five out of six ain’t too bad.



Not enough hours in a week.

24th October 2014.

Brian and I had a beauty, the girls dropped out after Scarborough’s so we headed for Raffi’s, then Champor Champor, then Drifters and ended up playing poker into the wee hours. We had one good win that boosted our rm100 bank, so we lasted a fair while although a local bloke by the name of Kumar was doing all the work. Without my glasses I could make out it was a picture but of what, who knows, good to be able to blame it on something. It ended up a slow drive home. The car was found unlocked and the windows down, buggered if we know how that happened. Same car that got lost at the airport, you got to wonder.


Have been trying to get my Gopro happening, it is a saga which just never seems to come good, a job for Alex our computer man when we get home. Tried using Brian’s lead and it works so my brand new lead is rooted and do you reckon it would be hard to load the app on the new MacBook, IT SHOULDN’T BE SO HARD.


Brian and Lyn left for Thailand, it was as always, great fun hanging around with them, will hopefully meet them in Koh Lipe, Thailand, in November.

I mentioned the Sandys in an earlier post, well this is a crack up, we had the Muscat’s leave Telaga heading for Phuket, the Sandy’s were bought up, I thought they were already back in Sumatra, but that very afternoon they passed by the Muscat’s and as I woke up from my nanna nap, need at least one every day, I looked out my window and here is Sandy parking up at the jetty. Couldn’t believe it, bolted upstairs and out to say giddy, Fay saw me and went, oh shit, in a friendly way as only she can do. David parked Sandy up, big catamaran, and we helped with the ropes. This place is like bloody Hay Street, never a dull moment.


Next to arrive in town that afternoon was Keith and Joe, up for a fortnight, staying on their boat so we are getting a bit of a gang happening, poor liver, although the new 1700 start time is pretty good.

Keith and Cath had done some excellent things for their arrival back, their canopy had a set of eyes in the window slots, looked unreal, their boat is also known amongst us as the burka boat and a pair of Keith’s brown shorts were up the mast, it was later found that they were not the good old favourites, which Keith found in his cupboard and wore for the rest of his holiday. Nice brown ones.

We had an excellent night at drifters on Monday, bought our own crowd, Brian and Lyn, The Mobbs’s, Keith and Cath, the Sandys and the locals, the music was good, Jonno and Lan seem to be polishing their act up nicely and Keith even played and sang a couple of songs.

I got hammered by Terry’s ex about smoking, she wouldn’t stop, on and on and on, felt like drowning the bitch, could have ruined a good night but guess what, apart from a few cigars, being covered in patches, chewing Nicorete gum I haven’t had a ciggy for weeks so I guess thanks for that, I couldn’t stand copping that again.


We also had the Langkawi Mountain Bike Challenge that week and Telaga was the place to be with a couple of stages being ridden around the marina, local beach and the jungle. These guys are fit, skinny and pretty serious, it was about the fiftieth person who came past us that gave the first smile, bloody Kiwi too. We did the usual, stood around having a ciggy and this time even took the camera. Got some good shots and this smile is a winner.


The difference between MTB and Iron Man competitors is huge, the mountain bikers are lithe but strong whereas the Ironmaners are built bigger and look a bit stronger but I think it is probably courses for horses. We got into a couple of local men, Kedah team, which is the province that includes Langkawi, the guy behind, copped go on catch him, get him and it just perked him up to get in front and beat his mate, it was good value.

The Sandy’s got their paperwork happening and got going to Sumatra, it was excellent catching up with them again and hope to be heading back to Sumatra with them in April 2015. They put so much fuel on the poor boat it was down in the water at the bows but they will need it. Apparently fuel has just gone up in Indonesia, still rm2.86 per litre from the marina. It is a bit difficult buying Diesel from the Petronus stations here now. They are not keen filling plastic jerry cans, the Baraq stations don’t seem to fussed.


We had a hooting BBQ over on one of the islands with a couple of Gary’s, Keith and Joe. We set up the fire early and went over on dusk, then the sky turned black, then the wind came from the NE, then the wind dropped then it came from the SW and then it pissed off all together, we got half a dozen raindrops, all around got a drenching, you wouldn’t read about it, you would here I suppose.Had a great little Barbie and a few beers, nice out there. Even had to put the fire out.


Another pretty good fish and chips, Raffis and Champor Champor preparing ourselves for the next adventure, four days in Thailand.


Hit the shores of Satun, an hour ferry trip and you are there, cost rm23 each way each from Jetty Point in Kuah. A short tuktuk ride and we were at The Gleam Resort, Keith and Cath come here all the time when doing visa runs, excellent place, clean as and the rooms are unreal and for, 1200thb which is about $40 bucks a night I reckon a bargain. Converting to bart you divide by 10 to get to ringgits then divide by about 3 for AUD, easy.


We all went bike riding on pushy’s to town, ended up in Ons Bar, as you do, and finally got to eat some Topman Goong, prawn patties which are Captain Mikes favourite, so filthy we ordered another plate full, you were right Mike, sensational. The street markets are just right in front of Ons and the food is a real step up from the Malaysian market food, have been waiting to get some Thai in me, bloody hot though. I knew it would be ring stinging next morning first taste but soldiered on. In the end all the food, a few hours drinking came to about $30.00 each. Good value.


Riding the bikes is so easy as the place is dead flat, Jen had the old style girls bike, Keith and I got a MTB, Little Keith had the old banana seat model with T-bar gears and Cath and Joe had a couple of all sorts. We rode to The Big C, a shopping centre, then back with no great effort hardly getting a sweat up, Jen leading the way on her Mary Poppins model.IMG_1546

The food at the Gleam is good but the food on the streets is great, found a place that served up awesome pork larb, green mango salad and a plate of Topman Goong, not much point ordering rice as it just never comes, first time for that. We ended up eating there twice in one day, big joint on the way into town, you cant miss it. Very popular with buses and tours, forget what it was called.


Our stay at the Gleam was so relaxing and sleeping in another bed was a treat especially with the AC set to 16 degrees C, all the blankets on and the TV going.


The round golden thing on Jens fork is Topman Goong, then we have seafood green mango salad, noodles and the pork larb and back at the beginning raw fresh veges. It would be easy just to live on what you can see here.                                       Good wet markets, fresh fruit and veges and very friendly people. Also went on a motorbike ride to a beach, sore arse and not much of a beach, huge mangrove forest, no wonder they have a giant mud crab at the jetty, there must be heaps of them out there.

Returning to Kuah we were met with a big rainstorm and took us a couple of hours to get back to Telaga, pulling into places for cover every few k’s.

The Mobbs’s left after a big night and another great feed at Shin Mi. It has been great to see them as usual and now it could be time for the liver cleanse. Our toilet decided to shit itself. Our port main bilge pump did the same, both in the same area on the boat. Once I got into it I found the sump pump was not pumping thus filling the bilge every time we had a shower and brushing teeth. Whilst having a shave I heard a new noise, the splashing of water as it landed in water, found it, moisture had got into the connection to the sump box, new crimp and heat shrink and job done. We filled the toilet lines with vinegar and it didn’t take long for them to be bubbling away. I was hopeful that this was the end of it but after 24 hours I had a piss in it and it just about overflowed when I tried to dump it. Pulled the toilet to bits, lots of floss and black cotton, not much but something, reassembled it all and tried it out, a bit better but not like normal so stuck more vinegar down it. Next commissioning run was a failure, found hard white rock like stuff that had come away from the hoses and blocked the discharge, the vinegar did well. This is where I stuffed up big time, got Jen to push the button while I put the pipe in a bucket, it came out quicker and of a quantity not expected, so filled the bucket and then the bilge, not good especially as Jen had a surprise for me which I won’t bring up, although I almost bought up me lunch. Jens turn to clean the bilge. In the end I stripped the dunny down again, this time getting to the delivery side impeller and what do you reckon, yeeha it is rooted. The Mobbs’s were with K&C in Kuah, got them to drop into Multi-Quip and pick up a newy, then installed it and hey presto it is now a fully functioning dunny again.

Some people ask what we do all day, not much normally but then a problem comes along and boy can they sometimes go from a rock to a bloody big boondy in no time at all.


Had some bad news from home, Cala’s dad Mario passed away, he was an excellent bloke and pretty much my Augusta dad, you could always get a beer at Barbara and Mario’s, sit around and be entertained by his antics, loved a bet especially when his footy team, West Coast Eagles were going good. Our $200 bet when backwards and forewards for four seasons with me coming out on top. Eating olives out the bucket and drinking home brew up in the shed listening to his jokes was about as much fun as the body can take, he would laugh his way through the whole joke and slap his side when he delivered the catch line, then repeat it a few times to make sure you got it, getting more and more animated, he would even have tears rolling down his cheeks, it was good for the soul. You are going to be sorely missed mate. To the whole Clabrese family, our hearts are with you.


I checked for flights, being in Langkawi with the airport just down the hill was a bonus and without to much trouble I am heading home on Air Asia for a few days. Just after I booked it I got a message from Muzz in Geraldton letting us know his dad had also passed away, this put me on my arse, just grabbed a beer and went and sat up the front for a while, two excellent people in a couple of days. The flight was booked so couldn’t change it and couldn’t get in touch with Muzz so just hoped both funerals would be close.

I used to go around John and Beth’s and sit in the shed where he would show me how to splice all sorts of ropes, he knew them all, we would have a few beers, Beth would join us and we would talk about all sorts of stuff. We made mooring lines for Boomerang all with eyes spliced into them, all splices up to Johns high standard otherwise pull it apart and start again, it was a good craft to learn and he was a pretty bloody good teacher.

So left Langkawi at 2010, for the first time I got to fill in the Australian Immigration card with Empolyment- retired, although Mo reckons it should be retard. Arrived at Perth airport 0545, Dad picked me up and off to Augusta and the Karridale cemetery for Mario’s service. Said to him as we were walking in, don’t you bloody make it three. A very sad day, lots of balling but Cala and Emma got through their parts and we all said good bye to our mate. Barbara looked great and you could sense a strength in her I had not really noticed before. It was a great turn out. We had a big wake at the Augusta bowls club and then back to Cala’s for more, big bonfire and then bed, slept like a log. Had a good time with Dad, your turn next trip mum. Had a look at our house, looks fine but forgot to get the mail, dickhead.

Next day heading back to Perth Muzz got in touch, Johns funeral tomorrow, so out to the airport first thing next morning, then up to Gero, Mellissa picked me up and back to the house. John’s funeral was in the afternoon so had a few hours to go and see the cousins, not much luck there, but caught up with Uncle Mal whilst looking for Leigh. Good to see him and we were entertained by the dog chasing dragon flies around the pool, in the pool and on the pool.

John had the crematorium packed, Muzz did well and so did Beth and the rest of the family. One of John’s old mates from the wharf spoke of their life as waterside workers, a very entertaining and thoughtful uligy.                                     Another sad day but John had been pretty crook for a while after he had a stroke so perhaps he is in a better place. Once again guys our hearts are with all of you.

Flew home at 1810, my mate Bill picked me up on his BMW 1600cc motorbike and gave me a good dink home, powerful piece of technology, awesome. In Gero I had been driving around in Mellisa’s Cooper S so got a pretty good dose of bogan for the day.

Dinner was waiting at Jan’s, Mark, Brownie and Leanne rolled up and a few ales and wines were had. Alex the computer wiz got the Gopro software sussed, fixed Mo’s computer, and sort of fixed my emails but it was a bit hard as I have forgotten the password for my iCloud account. Don’t ever do that as it is like your MMSI number, you only get one chance. Mo came home from work at midnight and we all crashed, Mo and I having to be at the airport at around 0430. just about had enough of planes, looking forward to getting back home and having a good sleep in. She got me to the airport on time, great seeing you mate, thanks for taxiing me around. Thanks Jan for the help with the share trading account and the food, roast lamb was a winner.

Made the plane easily and here I sit tapping away down here in cattle class, even so it is better than the seat I had on the way down. There must be a good movie on as three blokes are just pissing themselves, really loud laughter, they have got everyone grinning, just what the doctor ordered.

Getting to know the ins and outs of KLIA2, it is a huge airport, I know where Burger King is, last whopper for a while I guess.Today we arrived at Q4 and had to walk to J13, it only goes to J22 so pretty much traversed the whole new airport, I reckon it is a ploy to make Malaysians thin. Got an hours kip in some lounge chairs, jumped on the plane and rode the bike home, a few beers and wines and goodnight she wrote.

The Ockwell Vacation.

2nd October 2014.

Drifters went off, we had Jonno and Lan followed by some young bloke by the name of Jaxon, then some chick, then Paul the pie man who sang an old Lobo song I haven’t heard since I was a kid, Baby I love you to want me, and then Jonno and Lan finished it up. The place was packed and it was a wobbly old ride home.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We had to get our arses into gear getting the boat ready for a week of circumnavigation, be it only Langkawi, but we got there. Kazza and Muz rolled up at 1900 on Tuesday night then back to the boat for beers, bourbons, rums, vodkas and Malibu’s, Keith and Cath joined us and a pretty good party ensued, then up at 0745 and gone by 0815 headed for Datai Bay, the NW tip of Langkawi.

We have had a change of roles, Muz is Skipper and I am Gilligan which is a role that as you would expect I find easy to play.IMG_1313

Anchored up in seven metres and went for a paddle board, then Kazza had a go, she got the swing of it pretty quick, next time we will let her go, we had the leg rope still connected to the handrail.

I took her for a snorkel over on a reef we found last year, the Nemo’s have taken over, it is unreal, there is one lump of coral with at least twenty Nemo’s living on it in close proximity to each other, I have seen heaps of Nemo’s but nothing like this.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Once we were back at the boat Kazza dropped the bombshell, “that was the first time she had ever snorkeled”, couldn’t believe it. She loved it so what a bargain.

Muz and I went over later and Kazza came back as well, while we were feeding the fish bread and crushed up sea urchins all of a sudden the water just silted up to a point that you could see nothing, bit of a spin out, it was like some thing huge had stirred up all the bottom, we later found it was a current that just happened to start while we were there. Kazza just swam to the boat unfazed, Muz and I were thinking big bitey things.IMG_1343

We had an impressive dinner, steamed corn on the cob with butter, salt and pepper, followed by Kailan and oyster sauce with premo Western Australian steaks that melted in your mouth. It is so good to get something that you can’t get easily and that you miss, the guys bought heaps with them and a couple of lamb roasts. Perfect guests.

Next morning we hit the Andaman Resort for breakfast, this is good value eating, they have champagne, good shit too, eggs anyway, curry fish, smoked salmon, meat, toast and the good old favourite, baked beans, papaya, limes, pineapple, ah you name it, rm75 each which is a bit exxy but pretty good way to start the day. Didn’t need to eat for the rest of the day.IMG_1335

How’s this too, walking up the beach we passed a bloke and his missus, I looked back and then said to him, is your name Chook, to which he replied yes, geez we went to the same school, Wesley College, as each other, he was a couple of years older and when I was thinking about it a bit later, we even used to get off the bus at the same stop, pretty small world.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Pretty much upped anchor and buggered off and headed for Tanjung Rhu, with Muz in command, me cleaning anchor chain, pretty uneventful trip although we had to slow down for a storm to pass in front of us and then just drove in through the mouth, found our old spot and chucked the anchor back in.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The dinghy followed and off to Jen’s Hong but no way we could get in as the tide was to low so back to Captain Mikes beach and just wallowed in the shallows, sipping beers and wine doing it tough.

Back to the boat and out with the only remaining crab trap, it is getting pretty rusty now, took Muz for a spin up my creek and we set it, told him we might see a Mangrove Kingfisher, we did, probably going a bit fast to truly appreciate it but at least we got a glimpse, beautiful plumage, it is probably the same one as last year.

Set the pot at the successful spot from last year and went and picked the girls up for an entree over at the Thai floating restaurant, bloody panas, chilli hot, and the rice was yella, bit disappointing.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Kazza was in charge of dinner tonight, this is how she did it, Muz chopped the garlic, chilli and blended it with butter for her to spread onto the loaf of bread that he had cut up to make garlic bread. The loaf of bread was another thing we got from the Andaman along with a baggette and some ice, good value that place.

Kazza’s garlic bread was excellent, we followed this up with Sailors pies that are always guaranteed to please, not much left on any plates at the end.

Came across my fisherman mate from last year, Aseme, when we went up to say gidday he just sort of acknowledged us then he recognized me, big smiles all round, it was cool. Put in the order for one two kilo Golden Snapper, see how we go.

Fish and chips tomorrow, no Pantai Cenang though, shew, we look like we need to get going down the East coast on Saturday as the weather really turns nasty for a few days with winds up to 30kns from the WNW, same crap we came home from Sumatra in, we only have a few miles and we will be around the corner and in the lee of the island so not to bad.IMG_0013

Come across Asmin and Rocky, the crab fishermen, probably not the way you want to reacquaint, our anchor chain was across their net, Muz jumped aboard their boat to help, ended up cutting the net but they seemed unfazed, it was funny because as he was lying on one side of the boat pulling on the net Rocky was leaning over her side pulling on the net, she was not giving an inch but if she had just let it go Muz was onto it. I could see what was going on but they couldn’t understand me, even came out of it with eight crabs and a couple of big nippers off some poor crab who is now having a hard time eating anything. We through the female back, love doing that, they just don’t get that.IMG_0018

Friday fish and chips was good fun and by the time we got back to the boat it was time to pull the crab pot, no joy, reckon we got the last mud crab last year.

Saturday had the wind up to 15kns and pretty crap seas so we got going and headed for Hole in the wall. Just before we left Aseme came over to the boat and sold us a bucket of squid for rm20, heaps of them, Muzz and I got a system worked out and we cleaned them all up in a tidy and methodical manner, the seat now has ink on it but that was when we were just starting, Muz went into eager beaver mode making pickled squid, and we had heaps left over for all sorts of different feeds.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We got the headsail up as we made our way south to Timun Island, a bit of a rarity, but gave us an extra knot and we with the tide we made really good time to our next anchorage in a bay on the east and north end of Timun Island. We passed a cat and a mono going the other way, when they entered the channel the tide well and truly smashed them. Pretty nice place, no hotels or shops, Jen thought there were, reckons she read it somewhere, dreaming.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

On investigation we found a waterfall and a pig on the beach, Muz thought monkey, I thought dog but ended up pig, it was oblivious of us until we started the engine, then it shit itself and bolted. The waterfall is nice too.

After a couple of nights we moved on to a bay just around the corner from Kuah Town, then into Royal Langkawi Yacht Club for a couple of nights, it blew its guts out so we stayed an extra night, had a hooting feed at Teo’s, drove to Chin Mi for tea one night, great duck, and went to watch Jonno and Lan which was good but it pissed down big time and flooded the place out. I was a bit worried about getting electrocuted after seeing how the place was wired, we found some high ground and set up there.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Driving back was loose, water everywhere, people crashing motorbikes but our car made it all the way without a hint of trouble. Speaking of the car, we hired a flash one called a Myvi, Malaysian made and I have got to tell you a pretty bloody good car. This one had done 85000kms and it still looked brand spankers, the interior was the same, impressive.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We got out of RLYC and headed for Rebak Island for the guys’s last night. On the way we went and said gidday to the guys on Sea Hog and dropped off Luke’s belated birthday present, fire crackers, then we motored for a few hours down the passage and around a couple of islands to our destination.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Then had the pleasure of meeting an old mate of ours, Abu, on A jetty. He is another one of these marina guys that are always smiling, knows what he is doing and does it well. He is married with seven kids, rooting king you could say. Muz did. He was pretty wrapped with the Wahoo fillets we gave him, sadly we didn’t have enough to feed his whole tribe but he was grinning all the same.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Rebak Island and the TAJ resort are known for their pool and it didn’t take long for us to be drinking beers sitting in the pool bar alongside a couple of Canadians. Big bald buggers and good fun as well. In fact most of the people there were good value, it is a place to relax and just wonder what the next drink will be, frozen Margaritas done Everest style are the best although they are followed closely by the spicy Bloody Mary.IMG_0013_2

Happy hour at the yachties bar came and went, as with dinner at the hard dock then the second happy hour at the main bar did the same. Slept like kings and queens.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

As the check out time for yachts is 1500 the last day started late but would have probably ended the same so we escaped with a couple of hostages, Aniko and Martin from Hungary, who just happened to be on Rebak for their honeymoon.IMG_0044

We set both sails and just plodded along towards Telaga, only 5 miles off, even pulled up and everyone jumped in for a cool down, then into Telaga and our possie.IMG_0051

The Breezies, Brian and Lyn, were there to meet us and leant us their car to get everyone back to the airport.IMG_0068

This was to prove a bit of a disaster as when they arrived at the airport Jen took control of the car, say no more, and parked it in the carpark. I had ridden the motorbike with Martin so we ended up with two vehicles that needed to be returned to Telaga. It didn’t matter too much as it soon became one as when we walked into the now chocker block carpark Jen went to press the button on the key so we could find it, but alas no buttons, my next question was where is it? Not sure. What colour is it? White I think, I thought grey but it ended up being silver, after a quick look around it was hopeless so we took the bike home. About 0400 I woke up and got Jen into gear and we went looking, the place was pretty empty by then and as we rode around the carpark all of a sudden one stood out, parked a bit pissed, unlocked and definitely the Breezies car. What can you say? Well now that we had found it we could laugh but still it will take a bit of living down.

So that was the end of our Ockwell Vacation 2014, Jen and Kazza talked for 165 hours, Muz and I just did what blokes do, it was pretty bloody hooting and you guys are welcome any time you please.

We now have the Breezies in town, I really was looking forward to giving my liver and other organs a bit of a rest but with Fish and chips tomorrow I reckon I have got buckleys.





Telaga Lethargy, everyone should give it a shot.

16th September 2014.

Well Langkawi is living up to its previous high standards as a place to come and let your hair down. We have been to the usual Fish and Chips Friday at Scarborough’s, not a huge turn out but the usual cohorts so fun was had.

Saturday night was the Dockers versus Port Power, the maggots destroyed us in one quarter, we couldn’t kick straight in the next and Port just had the legs in the end. At least after that I went to a birthday party at Rays Place, a bar in Kuah, caught up with a few crew from Johor Bahru, Lizzy, Wally, Luke the birthday boy again, it was a classic I knew how old he was because we went to his 30th last year in JB, John and Kate, good night much bagus.

We stripped the fuel pump off the starboard motor on Sunday, I packed it up and next day, 0800, seriously hungover, went to Kuah, caught a two hour ferry to Kuala Kedah, caught a half hour taxi to The Public Fuel Pump Company in Alor Setah, then had twenty beef sates for lunch then back to the ferry terminal and back to Kuah on the 1500 ferry, big day, by the time I got back to the car I was rooted, got in and turned the key, nothing, horror I left the lights on all day, spewing and it then started to piss down.

Asked a few people but pretty much got told to bugger off, then along came a couple who asked me what was up, I explained and the lady pointed at a van not twenty metres away and said the driver had a set of jumper leads in his hand, thanked them profusely and shot over to this young bloke, well revived my belief in Malaysians, he parked up next to me and we had it going in a jiff, offered him some cash but no way so just shook his hand and said Terima Kasih. Then it pissed down, not just pissed down but really pissed down.

We have been to the live music night at Drifters Bar and Café, good night with Jonno and Lan up on stage and eating some really good pate. They also sell pies but Jens lamb curry filled me up before we got there.

We have found a shop that sells frozen meat, Frozen Foods in Matsirat, the lamb chops are frozen pieces and you go through a box picking out the ones you want, kind of like in a butcher but these are like rocks, I got 22 to a kilo for rm31, they even came from Australia somewhere, or perhaps the sheep did, I will check that next time. We BBQ’d ten up, bloody nice and Jen curried the rest, superb two meals, left overs on toast, just like the good old days.

Have now washed and polished both hulls, the decks are next, but it is much to hot and getting up early has become a task, back to the sleep ins and loving it, so it is now a late afternoon job but Keith and Cath have complained about the working hours being out of the Telaga Harbour Marina union award rules so don’t know when they will get done now.

I have got all the gear to do the job with brushes, rough pad things, soft pad things, black streak remover, antislip deckwash with PTFE, and some shit hot polish.

Oh boy another week has gone, not much happening on the cleaning front, the boat is pulled to bits inside as we have Pete the Diesel guru looking at the yanmahs. Found a few things but they still aren’t running as smooth as they used to. I am now good at finding fuel leaks. Finally there are none after litres of sweat, bark off my hands, aches and pains and even a sunburned bald patch, that job is put to bed.

We have been taking it pretty easy with a couple of bike rides to Kuah for lunch and bits and pieces. Hired a motorbike, bit of a clunker for 200rm a month, think it is the same one a mate of ours Phil had before he went home to Tassie, but at that price, about three bucks a day you can’t complain. It took ages for the bloke to find me a helmet that fits so have been riding around with a pushbike helmet, look like a dork but now with the new helmet I look like a complete knob head. Jens fits her good. She keeps asking if we are in a rally, stuffed if I know what she means.

From Telaga to town the road is really windy and in pretty good condition so pretty good fun leaning into the corners with all the shopping in my lap or a carton of tigers and Jen on the back hanging on for grim death.

Found a shop in Kuah, Lantrac; sell fuel hose filters everything for diesel motors, got eight filters for the price of two from Australia. How does that work?

Geez, for the last few days I have been crook, started sore throat, then running nose like you wouldn’t believe, so much snot, then coughing up gunk, the one good thing was lying in bed all day, fast asleep. It knocked the crap out of me, now getting a bloody shanker, not good.

Starboard engine is done, can only be the engine mounts now, it is much better though, start on the port today, better pull my finger out as Karen and Murray roll up on Tuesday. Still got to polish the deck, it is just never ending.

Port engine done but still running pretty rough, the new silicone exhaust hose has definitely got rid of some of the vibration, upped the idle to 850RPM with the help of Pete’s strobe thingy.

Friday fish and chips was a quiety but no less messy by bedtime.

I met a girl from Singapore, Gen, she was wearing a Busselton Iron Man shirt so I asked her if she liked Busso and we got yacking. She was in the Langkawi Iron Man, which is on tomorrow, so we were having a bit of fun with her, Jen suggested she take an umberella to keep the sun off on the bike leg, I asked her if she could text me when she was getting close to the U-Turn, which is right next to Telaga, so we could run over and cheer her on, apparently not allowed to text, so Keith and I wandered over at 1230, waited around smoking ciggys with the officials till 1420 and we almost missed her, we were watching some other chick almost crash, but out the corner of my eye I saw 347, “Go Gen, Go Gen” then got a Hey Rod back and it was all over. Some bloody fit looking dudes, 3.8km swim, 180km ride and a marathon, 42km’s, to finish off, oh what fun that would be. I looked up the results and found Genevieve Lee from Singapore number 347 came in 392 out of well over 1000, I reckon bloody good effort for someone who just wanted to finish, well done mate.

Went on a mercy dash down to Cenang for the footy grand final at Raffis, got there 10 minutes into the last quarter and Hawthorn are flogging Sydney, had one beer, fried rice with chilli anchovies and left. The least most interesting thing I did all day, can’t stand them pricks. At least the bike ride was fun.





Back on the mainland.

27th May 2014.

We have just relocated to Telaga Harbour, B31, after some stylish driving, Moe thought I was showing off but it was pure arse, we plugged in and with the A/C back on you wouldn’t know we have moved. It is only a short run from Rebak, about an hour at 6 knots, the motors purred, electronics all went well and the new VHF antenna is a beaut, crystal clear reception and transmission, even after its plummet to the deck. Our last hoorah on Rebak was very good fun, with Noah and Jo, Hubert, Kanut, Sebina, Reggie and the Pilipino singer, a very entertaining night. Then it was off with the lines and out of there. Our vacation on Rebak turned out to be pretty awesome, even Mo started to enjoy herself, in fact she admitted that it wasn’t to bad at all.

We have acquired Keith and Kath’s Pooton for a few days and have been clocking up the miles provisioning for the next three months. Yesterday the cable connected to the gear lever on the motor came apart, we were lucky as we rolled around a corner and out of the traffic. I found it straight away, put it back on and off we went only for it to come off a couple more times on the way to Billion and then The Pier for lunch. We were on our way to the alcohol warehouse and at a set of traffic lights when it happened again, there were cars piled up behind us but not one toot even had an offer of help, by then I had it sussed and we only missed one set of lights. Made it to the warehouse and then we took the Pooton back to the Proton factory, just around the corner, for some new bits. The guy at the counter reluctantly came out to have a look at the model and when he saw the twenty plus years old Proton he just said, no we don’t have anything, he then saw Mo and Jen sitting inside and for some reason his interest picked up and he came for a closer inspection which led to one of the mechanics, Kimmy, being dragged off a new car to somehow repair poor old Pooton. This was an easy fix with the right tools and a 20mm stainless seal from something and alls good. I asked if they wanted any cash but no way so off we went and the problem appears to have gone away.

We came across Chrissy from SV Basanti and Fremantle yesterday too, she had a chart for us from the Chart Shop which they had to get in but what do you know it was one of the ones we already bought off them. We didn’t have much luck with those guys, no guides even though ordered and now this.                        We had a wine tasting of 2 whites, the first a 2010 Sauvignon from France and second a Savvy Blanc from Adelaide Hills, they finished in the order we drank them. The Sauvignon was a delightful little number with a complexity that bought the rich floral flavours to the nose and the pallet. There you go after 15 years in the wine industry I know how to wank on like the best of them wanker winemakers, not very well though.

Off to Cocos for tea with K&K, I will keep you posted.P1020835

It was superb, I had Cottage Pie, if I had have any room left I would have had another, Mo had steak which was pretty bloody nice and Jens chicken was said to be alright too. This place is clean as and made a welcome change to most other places we have been dining in, I thought the dunny at the Pier was the cleanest in Langkawi but these ones topped it. Even had paper so no need for the search through the knapsack, dacks around your ankles, looking for anything papery, usually the shopping list. I can not bring myself to touch the tap let alone touch the hose that is lying on the floor. Sorry enough of the toilet stories.

Friday fish and chips is once again over and done with, an excellent afternoon, crumbed dory and a couple of bottles of some Chilean Pinot Grigio, what more could you want. Add an adventure in the Pooton, whose earlier problems are now a thing of the past, Raffi’s for a few and a feast at the hawkers market then Jen had to drive home. The boys from Investigator 11 joined us along with Chrissy, Claire and another couple, big table full this week. It seemed like everyone enjoyed themselves.

Fuelled up at the marina this time as very difficult to get diesel from service stations, especially Petronas. They are not keen on filling jerry cans but still less than a AUD a litre so can’t complain to much. Last visit to Kuah for a while, more wine, new sunny’s all round and we are styling and last feast at Teo’s, fried rice, sizzling bean curd and roast duck. Cleared out at Telaga, easy as with all departments glad to see us go, in a nice way, the girls in the office were once again excellent and finalised our bill, about a hundred bucks for 5 days with electricity and water.

Had a couple of drinks with K&K. Kath laid on the cheese and bickies, nice. I was on a AFM but it turned out to be a AFD, all Keiths fault. It has been superb seeing these guys again, they are a wealth of knowledge and friendliness. We look forward to seeing them again. Off to the Arab restaurant with Michael and Mo, nice feed but expensive, half a pair of Ray Bans. Woke up at 0600 to rain then thunder and now lightning, pretty hard to see much so we will be delayed a bit, never mind the crossing to Sabang looks like smooth sailing, more likely motoring, see how we go.

Alcatraz the new Rebak.

20th May 2014.

Well as far as marinas go Rebak is a bit isolated but Moe’s description as Alcatraz is a bit harsh, I reckon its pretty good fun, yacht’ys bar, happy hours, pool bar, entertainment, big bar, more happy hours, dancing even and a ferry to get you to the mainland seems more like paradise to me.IMG_0066

Fish and chips was excellent, crumbed dory although not on the menu is becoming popular, Dylan the owner doesn’t think much of it but he was away so there were quite a few takers. The ride back to Cenang was incident free and Raffi’s was what I have come to expect, fun. We then hit Champor Champor for the last time as Theo and Uma are off to Europe for holidays. A couple more cohorts joined the gang this week and were pretty funny so I think the Friday tradition lives on.

Next day, my birthday and hung over and sorry for myself, it was time to shift out to the boat, still crap everywhere but liveable, the AC is cranking, we have gas again and the job list is deminishing. Sofea, my landlady for the last couple of weeks, bought me a birthday cake which was a really nice of her, I even got a hug although she wasn’t that keen, some religious thing perhaps. Once on Rebak we had a boat renaming party to go to, big turn out, the outboard man came and we decided the old outboard needs a new carburettor as the other one is rooted but it has to come out of America, 6 weeks, that wasn’t going to happen, so we are now the proud owners of a brand new two stroke 18 HP Tohatsu Ever Run. Hopefully get my hands on it in a couple of days, it weighs in close to 20 kg’s lighter than the oldy, that will make Jens end easier to lift.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Next went for a beer and a swim in the pool and then it was happy hour, Bloody Mary’s and frozen Margaritas for rm12, expertly made and very drinkable, we then moved down to the Dock Bar for tea and my birthday cake. This is where Moe called it quits, bad move as we all headed back up to the main bar where there is live music and happy hour number 2 was just starting, a Phillipino singer who dragged me up for a dance was a good looker and the other twenty or so patrons were clearly partying on. I guess 52 isn’t the age you slow down which is comforting.

Back at the boat we have put the headsail back on, I have cleaned, brightened and oiled the teak in the saloon which flogs you, hands and knees scrubbing and rubbing and more rubbing, inside is getting tidier with bits disappearing from table to who knows where but she is looking a bit more like she used too. We bought a thing you plug your hard drive into and then your TV, it is unreal, worked first time, Moe thought she knew how to scroll but didn’t, up the oldies, and we watched a pretty funny movie, the . Good call Murray I am impressed and so small.


Moe has been to the big waterfall with Michael, all dayer, seen a few places and had a feed at Teo’s all aboard the bike, she seems quite comfortable on it now so not so worried anymore, she even hit the mainland herself the other day for some shopping and probably a few at Raffi”s.

Tomorrow its off to Klang for me, return airfare was rm162, but I have to get a cab to the place thats sells Iridium sim cards and spare minutes, he’s also going to set up the new computer for satellite wifi then we will be cruising. Its longer in the cab one way than in the air both ways, Air Asia are okay. I’m hoping for a talkative Indian taxi driver so we can talk about the cricket. They aren’t that cocky anymore after our last couple of test series’s.

The week has flown by, it is now Sunday, it is hard to remember what has been fit into the last 5 days but it goes a bit like this.                                                              Klang was a successful mission and we now have sat phone coverage all over the planet so hope it works in Indo, got a hair cut, asked for a number 4 got a 2, saw the results of 2 cars going to fast, horror crash, went for 3 light poles, thats how many were flattened, and took out heaps of armco rail down the middle of the highway. There was a traffic jam both sides, our side was due to all the people parked up taking photo’s. Boon, Iridium man, offered to take me back to the new airport, KLIA2, so made it back in plenty of time, had a good yack, nice fellow. He couldn’t believe I had flown to KL for a sim card, but sometimes the things you must do to get things done just make for an adventure and it is not as though I had something better to do. Back at the airport bought some steaks that came from Harvey, at the grocers in the mall, this is one hell of an airport, It takes close to half an hour to walk from one end to the other, just like going to the city with all the shops you can think off, unreal, and it was built to service Air Asia, Malaysian Airlines and some other orange and white one. I didn’t realise how many Air Asia planes there are, love their motto to, Now Everyone Can Fly, they are cheap and seem fine to me.IMG_0039

Next day back on Rebak we had happy hour at the beach bar, bloody mary’s and frozen margaritas, a going away party for Mike off Blitz, great bloke, from Townsville and a really good Joke teller, funny as. Moe somehow was in charge of the BBQ, probably in hindsight not the best choice although to her credit there was nothing left to eat. But we stood back in amazement as 2 of our steaks were ripped from the barbie, still rare and chopped up and the middle strip from both devoured, Jen came to the rescue and salvaged the remains and the one full one that was left. Sabina was hungry and it looked like it, Jen wasn’t backing down and a standoff ensued, I just sat back and watched in awe. We ended up with only one full steak and the remains of the other two, but the meat, the fatty bit which was apparently my bit, was beautiful. Homemade frozen margaritas and the Rolling Stones is about all I can remember after that. Woke up at 1030 with Noah sitting outside waiting to hoist me up the mast, took a couple of hours to get me up there, suffering big time and so was he. Dropped the new aerial as soon as I reached the top but other than that it all went to plan, although I changed a light globe that was probably OK, just got my anchor and steaming lights arse about, blurr.

We are now running in our new Tohatsu 18 HP outboard, it is so smooth and quiet, gave me back a pinch getting the old one off, Abu from the marina helped me, it is bloody heavy, the new one was a piece of piss to put on. The boat even looks lighter. Cant wait to see how quick it goes, Moe can drive it to Telaga on Tuesday when we leave. Moe and Michael have been touring Langkawi  on the bikes while we have been hard at it on the boat but Moe said, in front of everyone at Fish and Chips, that she would help polish the boat. Time is running out but it will be done, probably by me.  On the food side we have hit Scarborough’s again, same result, Jen and I hit Teo’s for lunch yesterday, we have had numerous meals at the Hard Dock Cafe on the island. Had a huge plate of fried rice at the Pier for rm5, didn’t need to eat anything else that day.

Went over and checked the swallows, there are only 3 now so perhaps LFB has died.

MOE POLISHED THE BOAT. All day job, sweating like you know what but it looks great. The outboard is a ripper and is almost run in.

All jobs complete on Sunday 25th May. Spent a couple of hours in the pool. Off to Telaga tomorrow for a fuel up, food shopping, some new fold up chairs and top up the drinks cabinet.