05:2.51S 112:24.57E Java Sea, Monday 24th November PM
As this trip has been a bit slow and tedious, we had a small diversion to
the remote island of Bawean and the port of Sankapura to stretch legs and
get a bit of fuel and food. Fanny and I walked into the town in search of
food leaving Aurelien to guard the boat, anchored in the harbour, and Bonnie
to guard the dinghy.
They must not get many visitors to this island as we seemed to provide a
major entertainment for the people. Dodging around the cycle-rickshaws that
were everywhere, Fanny found a nasty little alleyway leading in to a dark
warren of tunnels populated by toothless hags who were sat on the ground
holding up tatty fruit and vegetables and dead things for inspection. I
decided that food gathering here was best left to the women crew and I took
Aurelien in search of the manlier diesel.
Usually diesel and petrol is sold here in old litre cooking oil bottles from
grocery shops. I ended up getting 80 litres laboriously ladled out of a
bucket, with a ladle, into our jerrycans.