I leave Batu Boga. The next rally point of Maurole with free food and boring speeches is only nine miles away. We already know that it is not a good anchorage. I do a quick survey of the coast. One boat that has just arrived leaves and five more by pass it for the beauitful and safe anchorage of Ciendeh Bay with its volcanoes glowing at night pouring red lava down their sides. Maurole was just too dangerous a place to leave a boat. Our agent is arriving at this rally point. We don't need him to be there for anything (as we did in Maumere for our visa extensions) but he does have a opportunity to make a boring speech telling the multi officials how important and clever he is.

It will be a funny speech with no rally guests present.

I leave Ciendeh early for Riung as my insect bite is now looking bad. In fact worse than bad. On Saturday morning I gather a crowd on my boat. Didier the doctor, Richard the paramedic, James the dentist and Cindy the alternatives treatment specialist. The worry is that it might be a spider bite. Didier goes into my drugs and refuses to use most as they are very out of date. He wants to give me penicillen (mine is hoplessly out of date considering the storage temperatures) but a quick radio call delivers a kit for two jabs a day for three days.

You always worry about French doctors as the as so keen on using suppositories.

Doctor to Irish patient "Did those suppositories work?"

Irish patient to doctor "For all the good they did me I may as well have stuffed them up my bum." Ho Ho

Anyway the penicillen arrived and instead of up my bum in my bum with a slender (not) 26 guage needle. Watched by all as is was easier to work in the cockpit. Cindy even took a photograph!

Which will not appear on the blog...