To Tanjang Pinang
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 28 Oct 2016 22:57
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To Tanjung
Pinang
 This morning at four thirty I sat in
the cockpit and listened to a beautiful Call to Prayer, I love the melodic,
peaceful and meaningful calls. I loathe the competing ones using speakers that
any rock band would be proud to use and the ones where the Imam sounds like he’s
just had a punch up with his best mate. Sunrise didn’t happen, more like someone
put the light on. A pretty blue this morning which is such a change to the greys
of late. Gaultine III sits quietly at anchor
behind a fishing platform.
 At a quarter to six we passed a fishing platform that was a hive of
activity.
 Same at the next
one, sorting the catch from last night.
 More traditional
fishermen as we rounded the corner.
 Nets going
out. Much laughter as we both put our hands out in a huge fish
pose.
 The squall to our
left didn’t do much but growl a lot and two minutes of the finest rain –
made for a nice change......
 Following
Tereva to the shallows and tiny islands.
 Nary a
ripple.
   A keen eye out for fishing floats, fast ferries and
approaching land – all with three metres
below.......
 A very sleek
lady.
 Locals quite
mystified as we pass by.
   We pass some big
girls parked out. Well, we don’t have that much water below us and we are
in the shipping lane.......Quite odd.
 Our lowest was 2.4 metres below and by
the time we reached the first red buoy we had a
whopping 3.2 metres below.
  We turn
left and have the start of the city to our
right.
 A Marine Surveyor,
a first for us in Indonesia.
 A minaret being
built (centre).
 We passed youngsters having fun in
brightly coloured, tiny dinghies.
 A trendy
frontage.
 Just as we were admiring a Beez coloured
lady..................
  .................this fast girl came racing up, took our picture, waved and shot
off leaving nothing but her wake. Huh.
 We found a spot
at the back of the anchorage. We had no information whatsoever about what
was happening ashore other than a Facebook message from the coordinator that
clearance would take three days. I took the decision to leave at dawn the
following morning. A good call, as it happens as a storm came through and
several boats dragged and chaos ensued. Rather like Bear’s call not to go to
Sukandana from Ketapang as the wind had changed and he wasn’t happy about the
exposed anchorage – boats dragged there too and damage was
done..........
 The rallies, now together, told us
they had a good time ashore but the city was quite a
rubbish tip, we could see that from the litter on the surface.
ALL IN ALL STRANGE TO BE NEAR
A CITY
DISAPPOINTEDLY
MUCKY |