9th June 2016.
Rest In Peace Barbra Calabrese.
Had an awesome experience this morning, took the dinghy over to the right hander and just sat and watched a bunch of ballsy surfers take it on at twelve foot plus. Being in the dinghy up close was a hoot, in the end I got a few photos but it was much better just watching it, unreal. The bloke who got the biggest wave was cooking, so much style, yeww yeww.
After not being in contact with the world for a month we got some and the news wasn’t good, poor Barbra Calabrese has passed away, Cala, Maria and kids I am devastated for you guys, I can’t possibly think of another word, you know how much I enjoyed your parents and grand parents company. Sorry for not getting down there mate.
We finished all our bits and pieces in Sibolga, said our goodbyes around town, Libra took us out for lunch up near where we stayed with the boat last year, it was really good food, crabs cooked right, prawns and fish to.
There is a bit of buzz around the town with Rahmadan starting tomorrow, lots of kids out on bikes and the streets are busy, it was a good day to be there, the place is a good example of how all the different groups just get on with it.
Beng Beng was up to his usual helpfulness, we had a car for four days, did a bit of exploring, found a carpenter to repair the door frame in the dunny, it cost fifteen bucks and doesn’t quite fit, you get that.
We upped anchor at sparrows and headed out with twelve knots SE and were flying along for four hours but then as is the case up here it disappeared to nothing, engines on and arrived at Nias at 1600, in a bay we have now used a few times, pretty spooky though as the swells roll in, they look like they may break but they never do.
Next day we moved around into Lagundri Bay, anchored up and got on it, no point hitting town, all the way into the bay I could hear this kid yelling, Papa Papa and within ten minutes we had three of the gang on board. Great kids, so polite and in one year they have grown so much, their English is really good and they use it constantly with us. Cost us a few cokes as usual.
Next day we hit town, dragged the dinghy up the sand bar at the rivermouth and got to meet the surf school dude, Anton, not sure what or if he gets paid for his lessons but good bloke. I gave him my old mal, Roozen it has gone to a better place, so now we and the dinghy are treasured items, he keeps an eye out for us.
On the way into town I took the sort of repaired door frame and a boomerang to see if we can get some made for gifts to people. The first place we came to was a carpenter, there you go, showed him what I wanted and he gave me a price of thirty bucks for ten boomerangs and to fix the door. He has now painted them and coated in a clear gloss varnish, I gave him five hungy and he was wrapped. Sat there one day and they showed me the art of beatle nut chewing, doesn’t really do anything but had to give it a go.
Hired a bike from a bloke who I don’t think likes to hire bikes, they are a bit to precious to him but in the end we used it for the best part of a day, went to Teluk Delam and had pork at the Elenshdove restaurant then my coup for the day I went to the fish market along the road, same place as last year, and asked for kepeting and the guy goes “yeah we have”, and off we go, a bucket is produced with three filthy muddies in it, how much, thirty bucks, done, but need a bag, they are big buggers and with nippers as big as my fist. So off they go in search of a bag, one found and the crabs are put in it and handed over, yeww yeww. Does this guy look dodgy or what?
We went on a tour up from Lagundri and found some nice villages, nice people, where you from? Australia, Ohh, where are you from? Nias, Ohh.
Up at Rahel’s we got to meet the family once again, Papa and Mama exactly the same, the kids are a bit bigger and its all go. Upstairs though the tenants are a surprise, Luke and Danika are here, last time we saw them was the birthday bash, it didn’t take long and dingen bintangs were organized, not always that easy as power is turned off during the day most days, but Johnny sussed it and a good arvo was had playing of course, arsehole, which I am now shit at.
We had a 2000 curfew on the dinghy watch so had to go, coming off the bridge pretty fast I forgot about the drop and the piece of reed that the fish mongerers tied the bag up with broke and the crabs went splat, spew but they seemed alive still. Luke and Johnny helped us get the dinghy in and with a bit of luck, we made it out the rivermouth, through the waves in pitch black darkness to Boomerang.
We were starving so I went to cook the crabs, opened the bag and guess what? There is one big big one, one big one and two pissy little dead ones, pissed myself, bloody fishermen, you cant trust them. The last muddie I bought in Langkawi was thirty bucks for one so still got a bargain.
Next day we went to the Kings House which is in a village up the top of a hill or mountain, what an eye opener, these villages were built for protection against other villages, in one way and out the same, Johnny was saying the last village war was in 2008 and it was ridgydidge war. Unreal. Spear chucking, wall jumping the whole thing.
I checked on the Boomerangs, still drying so alls good, had a tour around town, checked the resort that never opened, it is huge and just falling down, Luke said it was like twenty years old.
Been getting our daily fill of donuts and banana bread from Lucy, have seen most of the gang around town they have all got broken boards due to the swell over the last few weeks, poor buggers but can’t do much to help out. It is classic though, they have all been going out when it is big, they are indestuctible.
Then we had big Thursday, couldn’t get to the beach and pretty glad we shifted the boat last night. The boys on the charter boat pulled anchor around 1700 so we followed suite.
I hit town next day to get my shoulder looked at, pick up the Boomerangs and say goodbye to everyone. I got a pretty amazing massage which consisted of a lot of reflexology, hows my kidneys are a bit flogged but my brain, ears and heart are doing ok. Geez it hurt when he was doing the kidney part of my foot.
The boomerangs are done, I took old mate to a paddock next door and we tried one out and it came back to within twenty foot, he was amazed. He made one for himself as well so he has a template.
Said goodbye to Rahel’s family, and got a lift back to the beach, such a ripper afternoon we sat at a restaurant and had a beer or two then the boys from the surf school gave me a hand with the dinghy and back out I went. Just out from the channel I grabbed a red boomerang out and chucked it, it landed back in the boat, the boys, the guys and girls surfing and myself just stared in disbelief, it was on then the boys wanted one, so chucked them one, I wonder if they still have it.
Have now caught up on all the Tales from the Tinny episodes we have missed, pretty good internet on Nias, read a couple of books, one of them is by a new author to me, Elmore Leonard and the book is called, Get Shorty and it is a ripper. One of those ones where you cant put it down even to go to sleep. Another one called You are Dead by Peter James was pretty good too. One by Chris Ryan was ok but the other one, in his Extreme Series, was the worst book I have read in years. On the television series’s into Indian Summers and Poldark now as we finished Vinyl pretty quickly, that is a good series.
Got to go, good wind coming and so is Pulau Telos.