To Lingeh Bay
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Thu 1 Sep 2016 22:47
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To Lingeh Bay, Flores
Island
 Riung
turned into a really nice anchorage, utterly flat which made a wonderful change
from our horrendous final night in Maurole, (that tried hard to be as bad as
Namrole – maybe the names should have given us a hint.....). We thoroughly
enjoyed our day trip to Bena Village but feel the need to push west as the
second half of our Indonesian experience is the half we have most been looking
forward to the most – Komodo dragons, the hill scenery of Bali, orang utans and
the temple of Borobudor. Off we went behind Matilda at eight for the thirty five
mile motor sail along the coast of Flores to Lingeh Bay.
    Doglegging out through the reef we passed the islets in the bay on a freshly ironed
sea.
 Looking back for the
last time toward Riung.
 The scenery to our
left.
 Reskebil trying their genoa – our maximum gust was
four point eight knots........
 As we neared our left turn into Lingeh
a local girl overtook.
 We headed across the bay toward the village. There are two choices here, turn right and
anchor near the mile-long beach or wiggle in between the reefs and tuck in the
channel with the locals, our choice as we fancied a snorkel.
 The reef was easy
to see and both my chartplotter and Bear’s Mr. Google were very accurate.
The depth across the bay came up gradually and entering the channel was fourteen
metres below.
   We passed fish
traps and a squid boat to our
left............
 .............and the local boats tucked behind the shallow water reef to our
right.
 Our welcome
committee waited patiently until we had anchored, then chatted in
surprisingly good English.
  They each caught the tennis ball we
threw but missed the football they had to share. Squeals of laughter as they
dived in to race each other.
  Quick as a flash they were back on their trusty steed and off to play.
 Todays
journey. Wouldn’t fancy living in the village on the far
right..................Time for our snorkel.
 I felt very hard done to as on our
journey I was three nil down on the backgammon field, came back to three all and
took the next game. Bear drew to four all and I was leading in the decider. Then
two double sixes on the trot and game over. I was then trounced way too often at
Tri-ominoes so felt no guilt as I won at Mexican train dominoes. I had clear wins from twelves to nines and felt a 169 lead was
very comfortable, then I got 169 in the eights, it went downhill from there.
Growl. I think you’ve got a brass neck growling after what happened
all journey. Huh I say, thrice Huh. The evening light softened with the promise
of a pretty sunset.
 Sunset.
 After the harsh oranges the pretty
pinks and greys across the bay.
 A final look at the
sun.
 No sooner than the sun had gone to bed
than loads of squid fishermen appeared all over the
bay.
 The tide went out exposing the reef
behind us and several ladies began clam collecting
(the kind you buy at Chummies shell stand in
Folkestone along with whelks, cockles, jellied eels and the other myriad of
stuff that makes chewing my flip flop attractive. Shudder). As night fell
we could see the lamps of the squidders and heard their chatter and laughter.
Time for a couple of episodes of Doc Martin. Night night.
ALL IN ALL SUCH A WELCOME
FROM THE LOCALS
BEAUTIFUL
SCENERY |