Banyak Bruising.

11th May 2016.

Good luck Davros, just survive the bux party and you should be right remember mate, you get three goes to get it right.

We had a change of skipper, Davros stepped up after I got us out of the bay and we headed for Pulau Banyak, fair few beers and even a frog or two, had me asleep for the first good one for a couple of days, woke up to sunshine and only a few miles to go to The Bay of Plenty and a splattered little toe.


It was pretty much a party type atmosphere aboard Boomerang, heaps going on and just as much going off, the surf was small so we did a bit of exploring up to The Bahamas, cracked my wrist on a mangrove branch, after Dave had hit it with his back and giving it just a bit more recoil, another injury, hurt like shit. Speaking of shit, poor Ty had one go at the dunny and filled it to the top, too much paper mate, then the switch shit itself and this is what I had to do to replace it, horror. Perry Catamarans are certainly built to not fall apart.


On the day we took the crew out in Phang Gna Bay I kicked my little toe on my right foot, between Sabang and Similue I did it again and then the night we picked the boys up I give it a horror kick, almost sooked it, so I have been watching it since and it is finally coming good, the nail is rooted and the toe looks munted but at last it has stopped stinging every time you put it in water. Matt, who we first met on Surfmachine, has been giving me some stuff called medical honey, it is amazing and it has healed in like four days.


Dave and Ty have been surfing each day, they didn’t have many days and it was a bummer it was not real big, geez we ate some lobster kipus as and drank some piss though, you guys are welcome back anytime, Erwin organised there ferry ride back and Davros was there for his bux party, spewing I couldn’t go, Jen wasn’t real keen on staying on the boat alone until I dragged my sorry arse back from Medan, at some stage.


There has been some fun to be had on the Floating Surf House, they have taught me a game of cards called arsehole, I am really good at it. It is a pearler of a game.

The surf has arrived, surfed the right at a couple of foot, pretty spaz to start with but got it together after three waves, even got a nice little barrel in the end.


Next day had a couple of surfs at the inside left, great fun and absolutely rooted at the end of my second surf, some good waves and had a ball. In the end two out and just divvying it up, classic. The right was going off all day, there are a few people here that are really good surfers, Rahaul from Nias is a charger, great to watch so is Daniel from Hawaii. Matty got a great barrel for his last wave, he was pretty stoked, yew yew. Dicko also doing it easy and of course Bailey, he’s got the place sussed.

Anaran and Nabahan, our fishermen mates, were floating next to us as I came out this morning, made a coffee for them, they had been diving during the night for lobster for us, it is pretty bloody big, crazy buggers, ended up giving them a tin of biscuits, a couple of pairs of goggles, T-shirt and a pair of thongs as a trade for five lobster, good deal I reckon, they are coming back on the eighteenth so hopefully a good feed of lobster kipus coming up.


Today was as big as I have seen it and so many people on the left, the old everyone gets a wave was abandoned, took half an hour to get one, pretty good one though, but the sky went black, so back to the boat to get ready for a storm, got to admit it was too much of a hassle out there, just getting old I guess.

Got back to the boat and it pissed down, the wind swung to South and it was evacuate for all the charter boats to another place a bit more protected.


We had five days of big waves, the creek copped it, and a fair bit of rain which led to my downfall, spewing. One night I went to haul the dinghy up but it was full of rain water so instead of baling it out I reckoned it would be easier to pull it up a bit abit and pull the bung out, it came up all pissed so I jumped down from above and the whole thing swung over, my scrawny arms copped the whole weight including a nicely maintained turtle and I pulled a muscle or something in my shoulder, horror, it has done me in, you can paddle but pushing up to your feet is just that fraction to slow, so surfing the right I have been copping it on the head badly since. Doesn’t look like this year is going to be as much fun as I thought. I’ve been relegated to the left but the right is going off, don’t know what I did wrong but I hope my Karma comes good soon.

Lots of storms coming through, heaps of rain and NW’ers and a few big southerly blows as well. We are parked in a pretty good spot so alls good.


The Sandy’s have arrived finally with a tale of woe, but they are here and that’s all that matters, it is great to see them. Wish my arm was better.


All the boys from FBH and Dave had one of the best sessions I have seen here the other day. I shot back to the boat and got the camera and amazingly got some excellent photos and footage, Matty and Bailey and Dicko were the highlights.


May seventeenth came along, my fifty fourth, got some nice lefts in the morning and got a bit spun out in the arvo in really big, for me anyway, Gunters. Anyway it was a party on Boomerang, it was a beauty, I was crowned King of The Bay for the night, a very good night.


In the end everyone was a DJ and the drinks ran out around 0200 and everyone went home, thank god for that, blurrrr.


Thanks everyone it was unreal, yeww yeww.


They were on the roof, it was standing room only.



Tried to surf yesterday, got smashed and hurt me shoulder again, not happy, reckon its time to bugger off. Had a filthy feast over on Sandy last night, Fazey excelled, and then Bailey and his cohort Jules rolled up, horror, frogged. He managed to get home dry, that’s a first.


The swells back again, it has been so consistent for the last three weeks, tried out the inside left, got half a dozen and called it quits, buggered if I know whats wrong with the shoulder, hurts more now than it did before. When I got back to the boat I took the fins out in disgust. Some bad beatings happened on that day with amazingly the inside left doing the most damage, heaps of people wont be surfing for a while I reckon. We went in to say goodbye to the crew on the Surf House, to find Bailey lying on the ground in agony, he got badly smashed up on and around his hip, poor bugger, we sussed out his blood pressure and vital signs, then got him comfortable, he’s going home in a few days. Hope you are coming good Bailey.


We said our goodbyes to Erwin, Goddy, Jules and Uncle, reckon next time I see them I will be a paying customer, good luck you guys. Also to all the other crew in the Bay, it was hard to leave but our visa is just about run out. By the way the tree of knowledge has lost it’s knowledge. It not work no more.


Had a great sail to our overnight anchorage, chucked the anchor out and arced up the Genset and watched three episodes of True Detective, good show. The first series was superb and the second not far behind. Good call Christy and Paul.


Next morning up and at it, but for the second time ever the chain is stuck, horror, it is actually horror stuck. We anchored in a bay full of fishing boats and where the water isn’t really inviting but what can you do. Jumped in and swam down nine metres to the bottom holding the chain, all I could see was that it was around a lump of rock but had no breath left to suss it out, then went for the surface but it was all black around me, shit myself a bit, but managed to find the chain and up I went, pretty much rooted by the time I got to the top. Out with the hookah, in I go but it is only pumping out a poofteenth of what it used too, can’t remember when I last used it, spewing and, I wasn’t real keen on diving down again. So we let out twenty metres of chain and I once again doubled back in the direction we had swung in the night and dragged it in again, still stuck but we are right over the rock as the chain was tight as, let off ten metres right on top and then sucked it back and hey presto we are on our way. Holy shit I didn’t need that.


We made good time to Sibolga and hit the Imigrassi office at 1400, the first thing they wanted was our sponsor letter, haven’t got one as we are just visa on arrival, yes you do, ok Beng Beng you do it so alls good, so it seems. Next day no real joy but we got heaps of other shit done, I got an x-ray on my shoulder, no broken bones so something more sinister I think, did the supermarket shopping, a new Shimano reel from the best looking woman in Sibolga, a new toilet switch and a couple of spare relays. Took the door from the toilet dunny down to a cabinet maker, not like the ones at home that’s for sure but at fifteen bucks I was willing to give them a go.


Had lunch with Beng Beng at the pork shop on the hill, ok, but I think it is wearing a bit thin. No word from Imigrassi so we went for a drive around the place and then unloaded and back to boat. Got there and five minutes later it is pissing down and blowing thirty knots, didn’t even get a chance to drag the dinghy up, oh well a good test for the anchor and it wasn’t dark if something went tits up.


Next day we slept in and got the call from Beng Beng, beer is ready and by the way you have a problem with your visa, horror, it runs out today, so gone from relaxed to in a race to get into shore and find out what to do. It all worked out in the end, some stuff up in Jakarta but is now sorted. Sometimes you have just got to, cross your fingers and hope for the best, something Beng Beng had never heard of, cracked us up, then shut your gob and smile.




Lets Get This Show On The Road Again.

25th April 2015.

Anzac Day. Lest We Forget.

The boat is chocker, Farid proved to be good for his word, and the job he has done is unreal, the covers look great and with the patches on the wear points he reckons it should last another five years at least. If you need a new dinghy or one repaired go and see them at Swift Inflatables near Kuah. If you ask any one about Farid and Elina they just say how nice they are and what a good business they have and I cant fault those sentiments one bit. Cheers Farid.

Just need to fuel up, pay the marina bill and clear out and look out Sumatra here we come. Went up to Scarborough’s for one last fish and chips, good one but short lived for me, jobs to do. Every one was in good spirits and wished us a good trip.

Took Jen out for dinner to our ex favourite restaurant, Privilege Restaurant, what a shocker, ordered lobster broth and got three pissy little bits of hard over cooked flesh and to make it worse the broth was luke warm so it was obvious that it hadn’t just been cooked, probably last weeks left overs, Jens things were also average to the point that when the waiter walked past, Fer asked her if they had a new chef. Geez at 35rm for a bowl of stock they have got to be taking the piss. After our notification of dissatisfaction our mains come along, mine, beef rendang was really good, Jen got some salad stuff which was not real flash, they gave the entrée’s to us for nothing but to late, last time we go there, the other owner Peter would have spun out, it was a pity he was on holidays.

Had to pay our bill for Boomerangs pen and power, Norma asked when we would be back, told her about six months and she was disappointed as she wanted to ask us to her wedding, spewing that’s two now, Farah, who is Sophia’s daughter was getting married today but plans had been made and that was that, I would have loved to have gone cause Sophia is a ripper and so is Norma.

Dawn happened on the peninsular in Gallipoli, we listened to the broadcast live, stood when told too and as usual enjoyed this heart felt celebration for all the diggers and the soldiers that followed in subsequent battles and wars. Had a thought for good old Tom Milo as well. It amazes me how many more people now get into Anzac Day, great too see, dawn service is a bit like Christmas morning these days.


We left our berth 1300, filled up to max, 460 litres diesel, and headed out through the pond, straight into Cest Le Vent, pronounced, close the vent, and had to have a pow wow with them as we hadn’t seen them since Batam a couple of years ago. Good dudes, another spew as we didn’t know they were in Telaga and they were only a k away. Said our goodbyes and headed off to Koh Lipe for the night and then the assault across the Melaka Strait dodging ships to Banda Aceh, bring it on.

Got to say gidday to Peter at Love and Peace Bar, Roman at the Elephant Bar and all the girls at Fino’s, grabbed a carton of Leo and drove the dinghy back to Adang, fair way in pitch black but we got there. Another boat had come into the anchorage while we were away but by then we were both pretty rooted and carked it.

Had an excellent sleep and got underway as the sun came up, the other boat was Ivory Street, a Perry 57 from Penang, must have been coming back from Phuket.

We headed around the bottom of the Butang Group and set course for Banda Aceh, 235nm, with the spinnaker up and doing 6 knots pretty much for the whole day, lowered the kite and set the jib for night and just motor sailed at 6 knots dodging ships all night. With morning came a storm which we are still in so doing 7+knots for the last couple of hours and it doesn’t seem like it is going to bugger off any time soon, which is great, flying along. Hubert had the main up, now it is reefed down, 25 knots of NE will do that, I am sticking to our usual game plan, don’t bust nothing and anything over 6 knots is money in the bank.



Well we are now in Calm Bay, Pulau Pulau Banyak, it was a pretty tiring passage with good wind nearly all the way. We hit the Arioh Cut at midnight and right at the bottom of the tide, not the best scenario but the weather was to good to be pulling up and having a rest, at 0400 it was deemed by both boats it was time though. Woke up about 0900 to find we are in a ripper little bay, crystal clear water and no one about. Still the push was on lets get going and by nightfall we were well and truly on our way to Pulau Similue dodging logs and fishermen but no real dramas, hit something solid but it just bounced off and we motor sailed off into the half moon lit sea. This is where our luck really came to bear, we travelled almost 50nm in a straight line with 13 knts of wind at 70 degrees and we passed storm after storm after storm on both sides without copping one, it was unreal, called Hubert up and asked how he was going, all good, so I had a kip for a bit well until my crew came out and tickled my foot, came out of a dead sleep with a bit of a jump, spewing. Tried to explain Hubert was keeping an eye out but that fell on deaf ears.


The wind deserted us about twenty miles out from the top of Pulau Similue so on with the Yanmahs and we anchored up in the top bay near Pulau Tepi checked the anchor and carked it, for about fifteen hours. Hubert broke our sleep on the VHF telling us we had had a visitor, some bloke trying to get in touch with us, didn’t hear a thing. Thought about it and didn’t want to upset anyone so upped anchor and bolted down the eastern side of Pulau Similue with a good current and a bit of wind down past Sinabang and by the afternoon we had made the southern end of Similue and headed out for Pulau Pulau Banyak.


Current against us, no wind and doing four knots with both engines going, spew, but we just plodded along and at sunup we passed The Bay Of Plenty and headed around Lolok Point and up into Calm Bay. With about a mile to go, you wouldn’t believe it, after all that way we caught a fish, a nice little Spaniard which had it’s head cut off and shoved in a bucket quicksmart as we were heading through the reefs that surround you as you enter Calm Bay. Anchored up with the rest of the boats in Calm Bay, five of them, The Breezies, Mike and Kym, Phil and Iva and a couple of others. The Breezies were over, beers had and a visit to Investigator for a well earned end of passage beer.