Waiting, Waiting for Farid.

24th April 2015.

Happy Birthday Mo and Jan and of course Jen.

We are waiting in Telaga for our dinghy, I have been doing jobs that could have waited, just for something to do, the dinghy, our only failure to complete project in Thailand, is due on Friday, the alcohol is due tomorrow, so Saturday is D day.


The refloating of Boomerang went smoothly as, although my thirst for knowledge when it came to the props bit me on the arse, stuffed around with the pitch, then had to spend an hour or so ginning around, fighting the tide, diving on the starboard one adjusting it back to where it used to be, dickhead. I know how that works now.


In the end the G&T bill was around $6000.00, we were on the hard for 18 days, got all the planned jobs plus a bucket load of others done, new gas bottle and all the solar panels done so we are grinning like dead foxes.


I mentioned before that Toi is a ripper, well she is, she completed our doors the day before we went in, it is funny now as the rest of the saloon looks a bit plain, like it needs a face lift, next year perhaps, they look brilliant and the rest of Boomerang has that squeaky soft shiney feel to her. The anti foul line has been raised, lucky with all the extra weight that is about to be piled on it it needs to be, might have to get rid of some books, but it is hard to choose which ones, ahhh I just don’t know. Decisions, decisions, decisions.


We had a big night in Nai Yang with Gerry and the G&T crew to say goodbye and thank you to them and we left Ao Po headed for Ao Chalong to clear out and as usual when you are organized and ready to go something always try’s to stuff you around, this time it was a public holiday, which means you have to pay for the privilege of clearing out, about sixty bucks, but by then I was pretty well Thai’d out, so bugger it, we are going. We thanked the immigration guy, who was excellent, for having us and he said to me I am welcome back any time I like.


Jen told him I am a bit ting tong to which he replied, “no he’s not”, good little chuckle there. Got back to the boat had a snooze for close to three hours and we left with 12kn’s from the NE, heady up and starboard engine doing 2000RPM, a good knot of current had us doing six and a half knots headed for home.


It was pretty easy going up until around midnight when all of a sudden a loud screeching noise erupted, sort of like eeoo eeoo eeoo, then it popped out the back, it was a bloody great big piece of foam that the fishermen use for moorings, scared the shit out of me and for the next three hours it was dodge the blocks, tried sitting up the front and bolting for the controls whenever one came into sight, come a gutser big time and took the tip off me little toe, again, before I gave that up as a bad joke. The eyes were getting a bit heavy when all of a sudden we passed the last squid boat to starboard and that was the end of the floats, bargain.


Not long after this happened we came across a fishing boat towing a net, they do about a knot but love to go in front of you, we pulled up to let them have their way, it’s meant to be good luck for them so you couldn’t begrudge them that, anyway there was one about a mile off to starboard and doing two knots so kept a bit of an eye on him and once we got in front of him I just turned my attention to my new Rebus book and every five pages stood up and had a look around, all of a sudden I heard a loud throaty engine noise and I jumped up for a look, this bloody fishing boat had changed course and come over for a look, I squealed like a girl and the guy who was looking down at me from the bow of his boat just smiled and after his curiosity was quelled he waved to the skipper to get going again and they just headed off, not a word was spoken, they just arced up the engines and headed off, what a spin out, tried going back to reading but read the same page ten times just thinking how lucky was that, glad my Karma levels are running high. Now I am thinking, first the foam then that, what is going to be number three. So sat up on the roof and sucked on coffees till the sun came up and Jen surfaced and took over. By now we had Koh Lipe in sight and had the heady on tight sailing at sixty degrees, almost got the main up but in the end had some fish net dodging to do so easier just to do it the easy way, still doing 6 to 7kns, it was an excellent passage if you forget about the minor intrusions, I still can’t get the fishing boat out of my head though, bet they pissed themselves.

We drove into Telaga Harbour Marina at 1100 after altering the clocks so 18 hours is not to shabby, pulled into our usual possie, got the paperwork out the way, went up and said gidday to the marina girls then in airconditioned comfort slept till midnight, then finished Ian Rankin’s, Tooth and Nail, which is a hooting read, by sunrise.


Langkawi is the same, not much changes here, the gang is a bit short on the ground but fish and chips was fun, Phil is back so good to see him again, Jeffery is at anchor at Pantai Tengah, I changed his genset over to 240 volt, success this time not like last time when I let some smoke out. John Spider and Eric were also there and then Raffis and then Champor Champor, some things stay the same, Blurrrrr.


We have new shades for the boat now, the boys from Yacht Worx in telaga did a great job,all the port side staunchens and fittings have been reglued, but still no dinghy, come on Farid.

Hit Penang for our social visa for Indonesia which gives you two months and extensions for up to six months. Made a bit of a blunder, we went to the Shin Mi the night before and ended up on the Laphroaig back on Boomerang. Then up at 0700 and off to the airport, then Penang and a taxi to the Grand Inn, then sleep, then check what we need for our visa’s, long pants, long sleeve shirt, shoes, passport photos all of which I had but are sitting on my bed back on Boomerang. Frogged again. Jumped in a taxi and went to a shopping centre and 172rm later I am decked out an relieved, Jen who was also in the same boat, pardon the pun, frocked up in some brown gear and looks the part. Next morning 0855 we were out side the passport photo place, all done quick smart, Guna my new mate and cool taxi driver was waiting outside at 0907 and then we sped off to the Indo Consulate looking a million bucks. Queued up for a bit and then fill out one page front and back each, hand over passports, photos, photocopies of front page of passport and 170rm each. Laid on the charm and had a chat with the young women, she then let us know, “come back at 1000 tomorrow”, which worked well for our flight so pretty stoked with that. Normally have to wait till 1400.

We had a filthy feed at a Chinese restaurant just off Chullia street, superb food, this place is chocker from the time they open to the time they shut every day, spewing we didn’t get its name. There was a hooting storm while we ate, we were out on the pavement, only place left, and it pissed down, the plates flew of the table, one chair went flying down the street, it was madness. We just hunkered up against the wall and ate out of our laps. The boys kept coming out apologising to us but it wasn’t their fault and after we explained we lived on a boat and a bit of wind is a good thing they felt much better.


We had another feast at the Red Garden, a hawkers centre, all the specialties are there, frog, sate, pork, duck, yumcha and different types of noodles are all cooked for you and bought to your table for bugger all, ours was number 120, we had a constant supply of food, Tiger beer and Hubert’s Bangladeshi mate cleaning our table every couple of minutes, good rule here, tip the cleaners and reap the benefits. It was a crack up, all the tables around us were piled high in crap with people shishing and waving their arms to get our waiters attention but they just ignored them and wiped our table or topped up our beers, Hubert told us about it and after seeing it, always look after the cleaners and the beer girls, they were even filling our glasses after a sip, it was brilliant. By the end all the people around us seemed to learn a lesson and instead of just treating them with disdain were much nicer about it.

Scored well as we went early to the Consulate and after my new mate saw us she had our paperwork ready in ten minutes, so it was out of there and off to HSBC bank then on to an Indian restaurant that Guna recommended, we had mutton curry and it was something out of this world, mouthwatering, we ended up having two serves each.


Also fitted in a few hours on a bike tearing through the hills up the north end of Penang, had a couple of beers at the durian shop up there, then had a chilli crab at Restaurant At The End Of The World, it has been there for over thirty five years, well that was the first time we ate there anyway, it’s pretty flash now, used to be a bit rough but the place is hooting now, no cats or rats.


We made our flight and were back in Langkawi in half an hour, not bad at 39rm each way. Air Asia rocks.

Our job list is now down to buying stuff and believe me it is flying out the pocket, geez, just got to remember there isn’t a great deal to buy when we get there.

The Sandy’s have rolled up so a bit of fun to be had, also Jasmine is back on the Gator and having a look around Langkawi, then hopefully by Saturday we will be off. Farid should have the dinghy back today, all on schedule though so plenty of faith in him, fuel up just as we leave and we are out of here, so we are waiting, waiting for the man.


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 nautika2004@yahoo.com, 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!




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.