We spent our days in Karimunjawa trying to find good quality diesel. Having our laundry done, and enjoying nice coffee, a good massage and plentiful beverages. We could park our dinghy at Ben’s. A floating sunset bar, built atop a catamaran. The bartender, a young 19 year old kid, was[…]Read more
Crossing over the Bali sea was less eventful that expected. I was prepared for a fleet of spider boats and other fishing vessels to stand between us and the exit between Pulau Karimunjawa and the peninsula of Surabaya, approximately 400 miles North West. But non of the feared vessels where[…]Read more
It was finally time to set sail again, but not before we filled up all the jerrycans and the tank with some crisp clear diesel. The marina had recently obtained a fuel barge, right up in the bay. So after checking out and settling the bills for the Marina and[…]Read more
December 2024, and finally I am on my way back home. After having spent November and December in Holland and Curaçao. It was a long journey back first from Curaçao to Amsterdam where I stayed a couple of days to visit my parents. The the long 12 hour flight from[…]Read more
Sail from Wanchi Wanchi / Wakatobi to Lombok.Read more
I had to leave Ah Ma behind at the Meridian Marina for a week or so. I had to visit a dentist back home to reconstruct a 40 year old filling. And of course I also had to go and see Linda who was busy arranging a lot of stuff[…]Read more
Debut to Raja Ampat, the gates of Misool/Mordor, code-0 blew off, crossing the equator (again) and blissful blue waters,Read more
Roo and Alma used our time in PNG to get acquainted. They went on a mad shore expedition together. Doing home stays with the locals and getting themselves into trouble with the law for driving into a one way street. It was good to see everyone got along well, this[…]Read more
Leaving the Pacific on the 4th of July, we sailed toward Asia, passing through the channel between Kolombangara and New Georgia. Laden cargo vessels navigated the busy waters, transporting timber from Kolombangara’s ancient volcano. With favorable winds, we smoothly crossed the Ferguson passage, sailing through open oceans until the distant lighthouse on Pananiu Island appeared on the horizon.
Our journey along the shores of Papua New Guinea brought challenges. Navigating the shallows beneath the tip, where depths fluctuated from 1500 to 20 meters, stirred a touch of nervousness. Unreliable charts heightened our caution as we closely monitored the depth meter.
Daytime encounters with occasional fishing vessels turned into nocturnal challenges, maneuvering through strings of illuminated AIS targets marking expansive fishing nets.
As we approached Moresby, winds intensified, requiring sail adjustments. By early morning on July 10th, we navigated the entrance successfully, dropping anchor in front of the Papua Royal Yacht Club. Despite its colonial charm, the marina’s peculiar mix of friendly staff and snobbish local clientele hinted at the complexities awaiting beyond its gates in the urban jungle of Port Moresby.Read more
After reveling in Santo’s charms, preparing Ah Ma with fuel and goods, we set sail on June 24th towards the Solomon Islands, targeting the humble port of Honiara, a relaxed 4 to 5 days downwind journey away. The sail was serene, a mix of sporadic light rain and favorable winds propelling us at a constant 7 knots, covering 180 miles a day.
With Alma aboard and the previous problematic passenger gone, our spirits soared, operating in a smooth rhythm, like a well-oiled machine. We landed in Honiara on June 28th, enduring the usual paperwork rituals in the island’s laid-back manner. The town streets, unfortunately, were marked by red betel nut spit, giving a somewhat lackluster vibe.
Off to Roderick Bay on Ngella Island, our next stop. Advertised as a welcoming and secure anchorage, local kids guided us in, and the village chief, John, extended his warm hospitality.
At the Bay, days were spent snorkeling, working on the boat, and enjoying the laid-back island routine. But schedules beckoned, nudging us to leave the peaceful bay on July 3rd, heading to Noro, an industrial tuna harbor. The port’s reality was far from inviting, driving us to hasten our departure.
Our sights were now set on Port Moresby in Papua New Guinea, contemplating the unforeseen challenges that awaited us on the journey ahead..Read more