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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.