Chagos to Mascarenes

One of Rodriguez Traditional sailing fishing launches

So here we are, over six months since the last post...a lot has happened!

Rodriguez harbor

We left Chagos at a good clip, picking up a favorable wind that shoot us straight down at good speed, early in the season we had no surprises (meaning no squalls, or bad weather). Just two days after leaving I strained my back doing some ordinary thing, and for the whole trip (pretty much!) was confined reclining at the chart table adjusting the autopilot with my toe while keeping an eye on the course, while Miki did lookout now and then for ships. Early on we passed the burned-out hull of a fishing boat, partially sunken but still big enough to damage any vessel who may hit it. I hope the currents washed it ashore somewhere in Chagos so that it is no longer a threat. It is always dreadful to see or hear things about disasters at sea, a chill goes down the spine and reflections are renewed on our fickle existence on the water. A couple days into the crossing we also passed Diego Garcia. We were about 8-10 miles from it and after nearly three months of island living seeing lights an human presence seemed akin to spotting aliens on a starry night. The navigation limit from DG should be twelve miles, but we could not make a better course to stay away from it, and that is maybe why a ship seemed to follow us for most part of the night, escorting us silently to the edge of the now official marine reserve, the biggest in the world.

Ile Hermitage

Ten days of sailing brought us finally to Rodriguez, the remotest of the Mascarenes. We heard many tales of fantastic hospitality and festive nights but while we were there we found none of that. Being mostly English speakers we were not popular, quite a surprise since it's the French who brought the slaves there and wiped out nearly all the endemic species (insects included!) and the English who liberated them and made some efforts to preserve what was left of the environment.

Stalactite

None the less, we found a very friendly and helpful harbor-master who spoke perfect English and who traveled the world on cargo ships -these people are always amazing in spirit and stories!-, we found a supermarket filled with European products (lots of pate') and some delicious locally made pork sausages to die for (after months of canned foods, chunky pork sausages, fresh veggies and cheeses...awwwww!).

Landscape with swine

Being a once in a lifetime occasion to be here, naturally we rented a scooter and in just one day of hard riding we managed to tour the island pretty much all the way around, including a visit to the Turtles re-population project (the original long-necked Rodriguez ones were wiped out in about 20 years, these ones are imported from Seychelles), the included museum, the caves and a nice lunch at a deserted restaurant with a view of Ile Hermitage.

We are also invited by a German "immigrant" to the island for a chat, the conversation soon turns to Chagos and its people's legal battle to return to the islands. We had seen the islanders visiting Peros Banhos courtesy of the British Navy, and with their girths augmented by fast food, FuBu shirts and shiny Nikes we had speculated already about their capability of returning to simple island life (without massive aid from a western power, since nature has reclaimed nearly everything that may help humans resettle the place).

Turtles

The woman of course spouts the politically correct mantra of a people usurped of their rightful land (actually, employees of/sustained by the copra plantation company, with every right to cease activity), then slipping minutes later that the lawsuits by Chagossians are actually backed by Mauritius in the hope of obtaining protector-ship and selling the fishing rights in bulk to the Chinese -so much for a cause propelled by human rights/concern for the environment ugh!-...Thanks, we'll stick to "supporting" the British plan for a marine reserve as much preferable option! (even as they reduce the allowed stay by yachts: no self-serving hypocrisy here!).

Turtles were so friendly, actively seeking petting by humans. Some humans though let their mob of children run wild on them, riding and kicking them. We complained to the "guide" of the inappropriate behavior to no avail...

We had a nice stay, some R&R and interesting sightseeing, but a couple weeks later it's time to move on to Mauritius...

Dried octopus is a main staple food in Rodriguez

Awesome local pork sausages dripping juicy fat

One of the few beaches

Chagos, Jan.-April 2011

In front of the courthouse

After almost two and a half years Keturah has left South East Asia. It was strange leaving places by now familiar with all the comforts and reassurances (along with the squalls and sudden weather changes) of the Malacca strait. On January 20th pumped on enthusiasm and adrenaline we depart for Maldives. The sailing is quite slow and after four days, once far away from the intense cargo and oil carrier traffic around the northern tip of Sumatra, we are becalmed, leaving us no other occupation than bathing in 4000 meters deep waters, reading and waiting for wind on an oily flat ocean. Halfway the wind turns and we are forced to head NW, the wind dying and shifting all night long, until the bad weather builds up and one last swift turn of the wind rips the mainsail from mast to leach. Knowing that Sri Lanka is just 120 miles away we decide to head there: we've been twelve days at sea already and we have no desire to spend another six or eight days (the distance left for Gan in Maldives) struggling against raging seas and howling winds with a destroyed mainsail and damaged mizzen.

Galle sunset

 Two days later we enter Galle harbor. The authorities welcome us by coming aboard and grabbing whatever fancies them: chocolates, clothes, beer, whiskey, or expecting and bargaining outright their bribe. In two hours we spend over two hundred USD in “taxes” and to hire an "agent" that does nothing helpful but interfere in order to take a 25% surcharge on anything we may need. All for the privilege of sitting in a stinking harbor, even gorgeous Palau didn’t charge as much!

Chagos, absolutely no place like it

We head out into town hoping to see regular people being different than the authorities, but we soon are disappointed: from chicken to engine parts anything we ask in the shops is jacked up to be dearer than in Europe! Even the laundry comes back with a 1 Euro a piece tag (even laundry needed the agent's intervention and cut) which is preposterous, or even more rather insulting, do they think us stupid?! It is obvious we are our agent’s and port authorities’ hostages, and their only goal is to shamelessly squeeze every penny out of us by impeding any independent purchase or inquiry of our own. This is as bad to the point that when going to an shop to inquire for some sail stitching, they also tell us to speak to our agent first, they won't deal with us directly...later the agent of course coolly informs us that we must pay customs duty to "import" our sail into Sri Lanka in order to bring it in town to fix it, I practically tell them to go f**k themselves...Sometimes countries are poor for a reason and Sri Lankans' self defeating greed discourages us to spend any unnecessary penny here (we have better things to do than bargaining over basic groceries and tuk tuk rides); still at the fix price supermarket, we find really good and cheap parmesan, delicious locally made yoghurt and some special marmalades by a German lady “Kern & Hundt” which are to die for.

Soon we stitch our mainsail by hand, fill our water and diesel tanks, dodge some last attempts to get “gifts for the good service” and with deep, great relief (it is nice not to feel like a hostage anymore) we depart for Gan, Maldives. We are again plagues by weak breezes and dead calms and we sail about 50% of the time. We see dolphins almost daily and the last morning before arrival even whales show up, the sound of their breath is ever startling; with a flip and wave of their tailfins they regain the deep. We enter Addu atoll at 3 am since it is easily navigable. In the morning we understand what paradise we're in: countless turtles, rays, mantas and other fish are all around us, right in the middle of the harbor!

The Maldivian authorities are correct and pleasant, though any permanence over 72 hours means having to buy a 300 Euros cruising permit (even though we don't want to go anywhere), so we figure that we'll hurry and resupply and leave for Chagos within that timeframe. We still manage to see Gan and meet its people: stunning expanses of turquoise waters and sleepy island pace, a nice coffee and a chat at someone’s home. We are sad to leave so soon.

Oddly, we manage to have a perfect sail down to Peros Banhos, steady light breezes and autopilot: the boat practically steers herself already. We enter the northern pass by Ile Diamant late in the afternoon (25/02/’11), attracting the attention of a million sea birds and a flock of excited dolphins.

Think different

There are only two other boats at the other end of the island, but we remain only one night at Ile Diamant to motor the ten miles down to Ile du Coin the day after. In minutes a small tuna is on the trolling line, I catch one, while the second gets snapped by a shark that will follow us until anchored. The island is perfect and more so because it is all ours, not one soul in sight. For one week we explore the ruins of the settlement, all of them in the last stages of decay. The main well near the old manager's house is perfect for showers (icy water!) and laundry, still evident is the church, what must have been a little "power station", the copra processing area with its cart tracks still in place. There are few more houses, one of which shaped like a little castle, many clogged wells, ruins and rusty steel roofing and at the far end of the island a cemetery. Besides birds and fish little else seems to live in the island: enormous coconut crabs, millions on hermit crabs (very big ones), little mice that outright ignore us, boobies and frigates and one donkey -a survivor from the Chagos exodus- easily spotted when the lone soul goes looking at the sunset from the immaculate-white sand spit (such a romantic donkey!).

You would not expect to find this between your toes

Among the crumbling dock rubble baby sharks find their playground along schools of sapphire-green parrot fishes, while inland typical atoll vegetables are still present: a Taro patch, breadfruit trees, the very sour fruit “Blim blim” and a trillion coconuts. As days go by time seems to slow down, and our Thai mattresses in the cockpit make it a true lounge from which to snooze, read, watch the sunset and birds going by, dinner by candlelight and the brightest stars above. In the water a myriad of fish of all colors and types, along with several large sharks, all of them not at all scared to come close to see what we “are”. The coral slope along the island is a bounty for the eyes: coral fans and umbrellas, underwater cathedrals of coral which, without man’s ever destructive action, have grown to all shapes and sizes. About a week goes by immersed in this absolutely breathtaking heaven on earth, until the weather breaks bad and we return at Ile Diamant for better shelter. We are surprised that in the meantime a whole flock of

Strolling at 7am

French boats has arrived, and after enduring a whole week of 20/40 knots gusts and pouring rain we meet them and also begin to snorkel the area. We have a nice dinner aboard with French guests (they seem terrified by the sharks), then an afternoon BBQ on the beach. The sandy area is quite stunning and many coral patches surrounded by white sand bottom make both snorkeling and sailing the dinghy an absolute delight. The sand attracts many giant sting rays, a few turtles, massive trevallis (jacks), when uncovered at the lowest tide it is a soccer field of white sand dunes and coral rubble, exalting even more the surrounding turquoise waters. We sail the dinghy to the nearby islands for many little excursions, while a French boat lends me a spear gun so I also can claim a fish for ourselves (a big coral trout). Still during the bad weather we receive the BIOT’s patrol visit checking on permits: seeing some young people like ourselves we offer them all a coffee, and we spend a pleasant half hour chatting away, the guys are very relaxed only concerned really with illegal fishing (Sri Lankan, Indonesian or even sometimes Korean) that sometimes reach the marine park area. After being social in Diamant we long for the isolation of Ile du Coin, and soon we move back to complete our explorations above and below the water, although just a few days later some other boats begin to show up, but at least we got the best anchoring spot ahead of everyone.

I borrow the spear gun again, but instead of fish (lame!) I manage to get three delicious lobsters, plus squid at any time for pasta or even fried rings. Slowly the anchorage swells to over ten boats, and with the return of the flock of children on them we see that it’s time to move on to Ile Fouquet.

Ile Fouquet is another slice of perfection. The island itself with a little shaded BBQ camp, surrounding sandy areas and the reef in separate long patches each hosting its own particular multitude of life. The underwater photo safari goes on, and also the lobster catching!

We see more giant groupers and trout, an octopus looking at us without any fear, lobsters freely strolling on the coral, giant moray eels, turtles, sharks, giant clams etc. etc.

By the time the French “colony” reaches us we are ready once again to move on and also to start meeting some people, isolation even partial gets quite alienating in the long run.

One morning then after the customary 7:00 AM snorkel (that’s when more fish is seen around) we set off for Saloman Atoll.

In accordance with the sailor’s unwritten rule, the wind is on the nose, and the engine comes to the rescue once again. We enter the only pass in good light and accompanied by a school of the biggest bottlenose dolphins: a particularly enormous one swims alongside; we nickname it the “grandfather”. The coral bommies in the lagoon are easily spotted, the water gets murky so we cross on the eastern side where the patches are more spread apart and the navigation easier. There are over fifteen boats already anchored or moored by Boddam, many reefs are marked by a little floater as the closer spots to the island are literally surrounded by coral. We notice one vacant mooring quite near the island and we go for it. While in Peros Banhos one anchors deep and then swims to the coral wall, Boddam’s anchorage is one evenly deep (5 to 8 meters) and pristine coral garden, making it a delight to snorkel right off the boat, but also a crime to drop anchor anywhere. So the disused mooring is a blessing for our peace of mind and clean conscience!

The yachters coming to reside in Boddam for several months at a time have in fact reused the wrist thick fishing lines who drifted on the island to fashion moorings attached to the base of bommies, a nice trick, good for the boats and good for the corals!

This year though the permits have been shortened to 28 days, and we are the last batch to enjoy the three months permit. So we get to meet quite a bunch of Boddams’ old timers: people who through the years have come to the island for sometimes six or more months at a time, doing a fine job at keeping the paths clear, the moorings checked, and preventing the total decay of a few structures, all the while keeping an “eye” on undisciplined yachters too keen on feeding off the islands every comestible item or too lazy, say, to separate their garbage for collection by the BIOT.

Unluckily, for the record, we have witnessed in Peros Banhos quite a destructive attitude from many yachters: digging for turtle eggs/birds eggs for an omelets, making pate’ out of the protected coconut crabs, gathering for food the few giant clams who did manage to get giant, spear fishing way more than the necessary, leaving behind dirty fuel and spent engine oil and in one case apparently chopping down a coconut tree in order to get at the coconuts (?!?!?!?!?!?!?).

Will we EVER learn to respect nature (at least just a tiny bit)?!

I often deluded myself that people choosing the cruisers’ lifestyle do it out of love for freedom & nature, I was wrong: way more often is out of vanity and sometimes lack of other options in the “real” world.

After the roughness of Peros Banhos, Boddam feels like a small town: there’s always a small group of people ashore either doing the laundry, baking bread on the fire, filleting fish from trolling outside the reef, collecting/cleaning coconuts, or simply sitting around the table for a chat.

At last after the long snorkeling sessions we can have some extra distraction to keep us busy and entertained: planning and cooking for potluck dinners, getting yellow-fin tuna from the committed fishermen for delicious sashimi, going for walks on the long marked paths in the island, having a beer in company in the evening before retiring to our boat. On Boddam the active vigilance of yachters has been indeed a bounty to the local nature: sea turtles abound and even in one occasion let us touch them, hermit crabs are ever bigger and coconut crabs are so abundant that they stroll between our legs by day or night.

We make some good friends, party on the beach, collect some clams for a pasta, snorkel on the outer reef, eat sashimi until we burst, visit other boats, sail the dinghy, see more ruins (the jail, the church, the infirmary, the shop, another cemetery), then we move on to Takamaka and Fouquet.

We anchor on the infamous sand spit without a problem and spend some more nice days there (yacht wrecks) doing the usual. The usual is in-fact starting to get a little repetitive, and we long for the trappings of civilization (such as a proper hot shower etc.) and a few more stimuli than endless reading books, walking and swimming.

After one week of preparing in Takamaka we say enough and one bright day (April 30th) we leave for Rodrigues, Mascarene Islands…

Melaka Melaka

Singapore is the usual flash of futureland: immaculate (on the surface) and way ahead of everything that's around it. We are tasting already the future trip into the deserted Chagos, so the full immersion into a modern city with its malls, subway and technology suits us just fine, considering that next fully westernized country will be South Africa. Preparation involves the usual pesky maintenance and scouring of chandlers and hardware shops. The big item on the list is an anchor windlass, we've been often hauling our ground tackle by muscle for the last two years, too long for any taste. We have a slip in the posh 1° 15 Marina: glass and steel everywhere and a "fish tank" swimming pool, though the main selling point was the free bus into town.
As the crew arrives slowly, the residents of Keturah can also relax a bit, seeing the end of the prep work. We have a chance to stroll around the new casino's amazing but of questionable taste structure downtown and to dine out without the pressure of yet more work.
With great excitement we leave at last after about two weeks, and yet again we zig zag past cargo monsters that can measure up to 400 meters long and be over 90 meters across, we even spot a burned down ship. Timing the tide right means a fast ride to our first night stop by at Pulau Pisang. The night after we enter Melaka marina. We enjoy the historical city, although Penang has a rougher and truer edge, Melaka seems already turning into a disneyfied show&shop-town. Some good temples and perfectly preserved Chinatown, with quite a few unbeatable antique shops. Still the way up the usual stops at the Sembilans, Lumut, Penang, and onwards to our little hole in Langkawi amongst lush vertical jungle and jagged rock pinnacles.
After discovering Ko Lipe and its lovely hideout from the tourists, again we lose all sense of time at Ko Rok, have a dip in Phi Phi, get European foods and a new depth sounder in Phuket just to do it all over again on the way down. Stephanie leaves us in Penang again, where we decided to haul out theboat. The bulk of December is in-fact spent at the Limbongan Batu Maung boatyard trying to get out before Xmas, my 40th birthday etc.
Of all boatyards we here encountered one of the ugliest and most unfriendly places to do work on the boat. The staff was nice but the management horrific.
So after a little rest back in Lipe and a pleasant new year's at our friend Mann's bar we are now back in Langkawi in the last stages before departure for the Indian Ocean. We hope to see Chagos, Rodrigues, Mauritius and who knows what next.

Down down down

A few more days to recuperate from the party and we're ready to move back towards Perhenthian and Terengganu. The sail down is uneventful except for the usual spot of rainy weather halfway, but before we can even notice the tiredness we are back in Perhentian. Just a couple days to rest and relax and we retrace our steps through the best anchorages in Redang.
Time to go back home and visit families and friends is approaching, and Keturah is put to rest at Terengganu marina where while waiting for the trip quite a lot of little jobs get done
Returned from Italy on July 23rd I find the boat still floating (relief) and to my astonishment the interior hasn't mildewed at all (a common effect on boats that remain locked for more than a few days in the tropics), therefore a quick clean up, shopping and we're off once again to nearby Kapas. The anchorage is calm, the water clear, the beach perfectly white and the sea bottom brimming with live coals, giant clams etc., so it is really hard to leave!
We are away from the main resorts and the atmosphere is extremely peaceful and ideal for long swims and evening drinks while staring at the sunset and stars.
Over a week goes by and still we see no reason to leave, except for a trip to the nearby town of Marang to stock up on fresh veggies, internet session, and engine oil. Entering the river we cruised in alright until it got shallow and I turned around. While seeking anchorage within the protective walls still I managed o get stuck in the mud and it took quite a bit of kedging and reversing to get unstuck.
When it started to feel a bit ridiculous to stay so long in the same exact spot we at last decide to move on for Tenggol. As always since arriving in Asia, the trip is almost entirely done under motor (read: no wind at all whatsoever), but thankfully there's a nice current against us which slows us down considerably. We arrive with the last light of sunset just to see that of the to moorings that used to be there only one is left and this one is taken by a row of fishing trawlers. What a joke that the best spot of a marine reserve (in front of the tiny exclusive resorts) should be taken by trawlers spewing smoke and noise in the air and dumping all of their garbage right on top of the pristine reef!
So we are forced to drop anchor in over thirty meters of water not knowing if the now almost defunct windlass will take it back. The day after the trawlers are still there and will hog the mooring through our whole stay. Only a few months later after our first stay the coral has already suffered extensive damage from fisherman's anchors, and possibly by the swarm of boats coming up with the rally going to Borneo (seems many yachties need the reassuring multitude even when doing the easiest of passages). All in all the sensation is quite depressing and much earlier than planned we depart again for Tioman.
In Tioman I meet old friends, like Hamamas and another boat I've seen last in Vanuatu over two years ago!...but especially Nobina, former crew member in Micronesia who's coming back for a visit as a friend.
With Nobina on the boat, after stocking up on her favorite drink (Gin Tonic), we say goodbye to the town's rolly anchorage for bit of "vacation": first stop Salang beach.
Although quite touristy, Salang has a nice atmosphere. The vacationers there are aware of being on vacation and are trying to get their best out of it, as opposed to the backpacker ABC beach where everyone has a cooler-than-thou attitude (since they've seen Phi-Phi, Phangan, Laos and Viet Nam already...like, BIG FxxING DEAL!!!).
No matter we have an ok dinner with our toes buried in the sand, gin tonics by candlelight on Keturah's bow while reclining on our huge bean bags and a few good swims. A couple days of playing tourist and we're ready to move on to do what we do best: get somewhere with zero tourists and lovely beaches all for ourselves!
Pronto, Tulai is right there for the purpose with a couple little beaches where at most an occasional day trip shows up for just a couple hours. Snorkel with giant flat fish, copious turtles and a few reef sharks, giant clams and then doze under the awning waiting for sunset drinks and a juicy dinner made with freshly caught calamaris. Need more?
Not really, so we repeat the program for a couple more days until we run out of veggies and especially Tonic water!
Since time is also running out for Nobina, we get back to Tekek, where Nobina disembark and we get ready for Singapore.