Back to Langkawi
I decide to carpet the starboard side of the saloon. The man who makes these carpets to fit yachts is very nice. Having been to India I ask him what part of India he is from. There is a short silence and he replies “Pakistan”.
Propeller technology on big motor boats has moved along as demands for speed increase. Beside our morning coffee spot I look at a few expensive set ups.
A weather window opens up and off I go back to Langkawi as my visa is about to expire. In the transitional season you have to take whatever chance comes up. There is little or no wind and somehow the current persists on running against me. But my new engine makes tidy work of it. The fishing activity is much reduced as both Thailand and Malaysia have reduced the number of licenses. But you still have to keep a careful lookout. So it is no sailing at night (for sailing read motoring). I do this in four hops and having done it a few times now it is getting a tad boring.
But I arrive at the Royal Langkawi Yacht Club in brilliant sunshine having avoided most of the dangerous rain squalls along the way. Check in at the marina, Port Authority, Immigration and Customs is a breeze. Buying a new sim card takes longer than the rest together but I am soon back at the boat and ready for a beer with some of my old mates. On my way there I pause to look at some of the superyachts at the end of my pontoon.
On Sunday evening ten of us head off to Coco’s Bistro where Irish chef, Steve, serves traditional Sunday roast done to perfection. But on Wednesday the Russians are coming…