It’s a Banyak Seafood Smash.

29th Augustus 2017.

Happy birthday Bailey, Siti and Tony. And happy fathers day to all fathers.

Went for a surf the other day and I might as well have been in Margaret River, paddled out and some bloke covered in zinc says, giddy Rocket, I looked at him and went , got me buggered, its Macca he says, still none the wiser, then another guy comes up and says something about karaoke at The Knights Inn, now I am completely stuffed, although he reminds me of a bloke I helped get his car started one morning, 0400 on Station Road, his pants fell down while we were pushing it funny as, Tommo. The good old days. And Kym, the boys got his head screwed on right, way to go. I had a session with them on Huey 1, geez I was thirsty. Nearly everyone on board was from Margaret River, classic.

Left it a bit late to leave BOP but in the end just had to go, swells pushing a metre coming into the bay, upped anchor, the crew was nervous but all went as normal, stick to the plan Sam, and we dodged around the reef into absolute shit, bit like riding a horse but once around the corner it was up our arse and we anchored up in Calm Bay where it is pretty much always calm, funny that.

It blew it’s guts out for three days, lots of reading got done, read the best Elmore Leonard book, Out Of Sight, what a ripper tale, could not put it down, if I did it was for a nannary, then straight back into it. Read this book. He wrote, Get Shorty, which is a movie and has none other than John Travoltta in it. Good movie.

Anyway we have been up here doing it hard, sort of anyway, hunting gong gongs and lalas, got in touch with my mate Susie and got the recipe for cooking them, you need an onion, garlic, ginger, lemongrass and salt steeped in water, of course, and just boil them, so good but a bit gritty, looked at her instructions again, make sure you clean them, oh well next time. Good recipe mate.

Amazingly lemongrass is hard to find here but we found a lime tree at our mates on the island’s house. They work pretty good and we have been using lemongrass and ginger tea from Thailand so getting by. If you have never had gong gong you are in for a treat one day. Have even sussed out when and how to get them in big numbers.

Since its so calm, it is blowing twenty five knots, it was time to service the engines, in particular the raw water systems, what a can off worms to open out here in the middle of nowhere, but it had to be done, the water out the holes in the hull, must have a name those holes, I had noticed was getting a bit less than normal, so start at the beginning, cleaned out strainer then moved onto pump but much to hard so onto the heat exchanger, full of bits from the pump impeller, damn, so clean that up and go for glory on the pump. What a shit job, got to take all the hoses off, be like Inspector Gadget getting the pump cover off and then get the busted impeller out, horror, but a bit of blood and heaps of swearing later it was done, then you’ve got to grease the new impeller and stick it in the not circular hole, ahha, cable tie around it, nice and tight and it’s a piece of piss, put the cover back on, dropped the allen key and bolt into the bilge, not really grinning but sweating like a rapist, ahhhhh, found it because it landed on a nappy I left in there, hows that for forward thinking, not, but you got to take a win when it comes your way, especially doing dirty mechanical shit, who would be a mechanic or a fitter, really. Anyway I finally got it done and no leaks first time, grinning.

Today, next day, I was putting it off but the other engine needed looking at too, bugger me dead the heat exchanger is also full of bits from the pump, ahhhhhh, so the process was to be followed once again, thankfully with a bit of hindsight it went pretty smoothly, a few dropped things but nothing to wet your dacks over. Ran it up for a bit and no leaks so happy and then changed the oil, forgot to change the filter, dickhead, but hadn’t really put to much new oil in so no problem and not even much mess, bullshit, a bit of mess but by now I have come to grips with that, oh that reminds me, yesterday when I am transferring the black oil to the old five litre container, I, for some reason, checked how much to go and spilt about half a litre on the teak, what a wanker. Forgetting that, both engines are serviced and running good, thank god.

Shelling was not quite as fruitful today, may have cleaned them out, the ones from yesterday were mighty fine though. Huge plate full.

Hows this for a sunset. Red sky at night, sailors delight, and some shepherds to, looks like good the weather is back.

Surfs pretty small but the occasional head height one comes through, only two other people out so take it in turns and in no time you’ve had ten waves then twenty, but not to day, as soon as I jumped in I felt tired and after six waves completely rooted, Im not sure but I think it could have been the Ibuprofen and anti-inflammatory mix, fully spaz. Came back to the boat and slept for five hours. Bails had bolted to Medan to meet his mates from Hawaii and escort them to Banyak, plus run amuck in town I reckon and on his return we have avocados, limes, a carton of beer and most important the new thermostat for the fridge. Have been turning it off and on manually for a few days now, so with the help of Beng2 it is now a goer. Something else broke too, ah that’s right had a fresh water leak in port hull, searched everywhere for it for days, finally found the bastard hose clamp, how do they come loose?

The surf meanwhile has been small to good, then it got real good, three to four foot and all three waves breaking for four days, lucky as there were four charter boats in the bay and FSH and Julian’s camp both full, once again so many waves, jelly arms twice a day, and the rib is only hurting after a couple of hours but feels more like a stitch now, everyone said it takes a month for ribs to get better, pretty well spot on.

We had Bailey’s birthday, messy, two litres of Bloody Mary 50:50 tomato juice, and vodka, plus Tabasco, Worstershire, lime juice and salt and pepper, good blend. Fireworks as usual. On the subject of fireworks we had Ronnie and Rolf here for a while and they let off some fireworks on their last night, one was broken and in the middle of it going off it exploded on the deck outside of their room, I saw it from the boat, it was a ripper close up cracker experience for the boys. They were yacking about it for ages. I reckon this is Uncles first ever steak burger.

Had another haul of gong gong, heaps of them, found another spot, also took a couple of crew from Julian’s shelling for Kram, we call them lama’s, they had been eating rice and an egg a day for ages so a change was greatly appreciated, I think. They were from The Basque Country, south of France, excellent dudes and they were great fun to surf with. They understood the term, sharing, it is surprising how many people can’t seem to grasp such a simple concept.

Bails’s mates were like a breath of fresh air, they bought fishing gear, diving gear, surf boards, cameras so big they must take good photos, vodka, beer although about ten cartons short of the real deal and they were keen as to use it all. They go diving to forty metres and sit there for a while, Erwin was spinning out, wondering if they were ok, underwater for three minutes, classic.

With their arrival so came the cumi cumi, squid. One jig in particular decimated the stocks, you could go out the floating platform now out at Gunters and catch a dozen in five minutes, go for a two hour surf, come and get another pile and go home and clean them. Boomerang is a bit of a mess on the steps, squid ink everywhere. They were up the front hanging by our bridle, down the back with the shells, all you had to do was put a jig in and they monstered it, my cumi2 score in the week was 74, still haven’t caught a fish though.

The creek is going off, had a BBQ over there the other day, three hours of fire to cook three spuds in the coals, good spuds, definitely worth the effort. Our food is running out so before it is canned food we are getting the most out of whats left.

Was out sharing some waves with Ernie the other day, what song would you be singing in your head surfing with Ernie? Turned into a perfect lago, got ten hooting waves and said to Ernie that the first wave was a dud, any excuse, so one more will do me, way too deep and ended up on the reef, kicked my heals for the second time in a couple of days, spewing, going to have to wear shoes soon, thats going to be fun, then felt the doong of fins hitting bottom, paddled star fish style off the reef and then out in the channel checked it out, should have been happy with ten waves, greedy tosser.

Erwin bought The Baracuda into the bay, their new charter boat, what a beauty, they loaded up and headed for Treasures, I was gunna go but not this time, no boats in the Bay so no crowd and not to bad waves either.

Fixed the board, Rod style, bit dodgy, bit like The Lunar Circus, if it’s not dodgy it’s not The Lunar Circus, but it is done, fin is stuck there now, used Roozen’s fin replacement tip, worked a treat Ronnie.

Well it is time to move out of Banyak after two months and head down to Lagundry Bay for a bit, really, I ran out of beer, unbelievable. I am going to miss this bloke. We are all 62ers.