Bidding fond farewells to Indonesia we set sail for South Africa, 5,000 miles across the Indian Ocean. Our plan, to experience and hopefully enjoy, four islands on route that reportedly, in their own right, are spectacular, we were not disappointed!!
First stop Christmas Island, a small Australian outpost, famous for crabs and phosphate! Oh My what a place; isolated, sparse, minimal, yet charming, not just for the super friendly people but the way the whole community existed together and got on with things. Like taking us diving into caves, swimming with huge travelly, off-roading around the rugged volcanic coast, oh and sharing the odd drink or ten. The other local inhabitants are 'red crabs', billions of them. Every year they migrate from the hills down to the sea to spawn and back, literally going over, under, through, anything in their path? Then after a few weeks the young crabs pop out of the ocean and do their own march inland, totally unique, absolutely extraordinary.
Next stop Cocos Keeling a bunch of islands now part of Australia once privately owned by a Scottish family who made it famous for; coconuts, inviting the queen and joining the commonwealth!! The coconut industry, now in decline, employed migrant Malayans, who now live as a Muslim community on one island in perfect harmony with the more Aussie orientated settlement on another island. In fact the Cocos are renowned for their picture perfect tropical islands, of which we tried to make the most. We canoe safaried around them, snorkelled and dived in the reefs off them, 'spotting the elusive dugong hurray' fired up many superb bbq's, generally relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed them.
Then the long hop, 2,400 miles, 11 days, to Mauritius, a fairly fast, sometimes furious passage, arriving slightly shaken, a little stirred but in one piece. Mauritius is probably best know for its resorts, set on idyllic beaches, which as we found by jumping ship and staying at The Prince Consort were indeed world class, swinging in hammocks, splashing in seas, sipping, slurping cocktails, even swung golf clubs, thank goodness for low cost balls!! What we didn't realise is it's indelible charm created by a diversity which includes a wealth of religious buildings, some incredible landscapes offering unforgettable walks/clambers/climbs, Le Mourne being one of them, fascinating colonial history including a stamp worth £2m!! Indian influenced memorable curries (fill your boots Andy), mouth watering variety and quality of fruit and veg at the colourful markets, even a visit and trial at a sugar and rum factory. We even learnt that the favourite rarely wins at the second oldest race course in the world. Mauritius, life is not just a beach!! And finally we received a heartening ship’s blessing from four different denominations, proving religions can and should exist in harmony.
Our last island, Reunion, should be more famous in England as it has the most spectacular landscape we have seen so far. Swiss alps on acid - Jurassic Park meets the moon. We walked down volcanoes into dramatic waterfalls, drove the hair-raising hairpins, dived deep into the gorges in helicopters, hovering over active volcanic plains, eating superb food whilst enjoying breathtaking vistas, generally exploring a best kept French secret!
Islands, like the people on them are hugely different, what an incredible privilege to experience them this way. Next stop Durban.
From Darwin our next leg was a 6 day passage to Indonesia- a country that is rarely talked about outside of Bali ( and unfortunately the recent earthquake) but whose scale and diversity is truly staggering: 17,000 islands, 300 languages, 255 million people, 5,000 km end to end, multiple religions and even their currency has scale...1 million rupiah = £50.
We arrived in Kupang (East Timor), a bustling, administrative city where we had to spend 3 days checking in (they really do love their admin...and their uniforms). From there we spent the next 6 weeks hopping our way along the islands of Flores, Komodo, Rinca, Sumbawa, Lombok and Bali. While this only skimmed the surface of Indonesia we definitely got to witness the rich diversity of the life and landscape of this amazing country.
Much of Indonesia is still relatively new to tourism and lots of our journey has been steeped in local life. Colourful local markets, dodging fully laden motorcycles (6 people was the record!), waking up to the local Mosque’s call to prayers at 4.30 am (sometimes in stereo from competing Imans), traditional villages where the women toil over open fires to create palm sugar and hundreds of outrigger fishing boats that pepper bays and skylines both day and night have all left an indelible mark on our memories. The local Indonesian people are a joy too...the kids greet you like Royalty with the call of “hello Mister” (that goes for men and women) and everyone you meet is friendly, helpful and smiley, probably one of the reasons that their multiple religions co-exist so comfortably.
As we made our way from Kupang through the islands we were treated to some spectacular scenery, passing just some of the 139 active volcanoes scattered around Indonesia: our beach BBQ on the idyllic white-sand beach of Kroko island with a smoking volcano in the background will be a hard sight to beat (although seeing the sunrise from the top of Mount Batur Volcano on Bali comes a close second!).
Our route included a stop at Labuan Bajo on the West of Flores, a bustling town where tourism and local life really come together...trendy coffee shops sit next to traditional fish markets and charter dive boats sit alongside hard-working fishing vessels. Its popularity is driven by its access to Komodo Island - home to the infamous and dangerous Komodo Dragons. We took a trip to the National Park and very quickly spied a bunch of dragons hanging around the rangers huts in the hope of food...and yes they are VERY big and you definitely don't want to upset them. Komodo is also famous for its dive sites and we did 3 amazing dives that included seeing wonderful coral, a dolphin with her calf, numerous Hawksbill turtles and best of all the most mind blowing fly past by 3 majestic Manta Rays.
From Komodo we island hopped across to Lombok snorkelling in glorious isolated bays with crystal clear waters and visiting small remote fishing villages, where we were definitely a novelty. Our final destination was Gili Gede an island on the south of Lombok (luckily unaffected by the earthquake) where we left the boat for a jaunt to Bali with friends and family.
Bali was a totally different experience. We luxuriated in Villa Shambala (with 13 lovely staff), partied at Ku De Ta, Potato Head and Mexicola (where we danced on the tables like teenagers!), recovered with yoga and massages, went site seeing to Temples and Rice Fields and generally lazed around the pool with cocktails in hand....a week of pure fun and indulgence. While we were there we did however experience a few earthquakes, luckily not so strong or too near but they shook the villa and gave us just a hint of what it must be like!!
Our final week was back in Gili Gede, where we met up with all the Oysters in the brand new Marina Del Ray, celebrated Andy's 60th, said our sad farewells to The Tiggys, Calliope and Lisanne (3 of our friends leaving the Rally) and got the boat ready for the 3470 mile sail to Mauritius - via Christmas and Cocos Keeling Islands.
We said our farewells to the Whitsunday Islands and to Abel Point Marina, by far the best marina we have visited on our trip (if Heineken built marinas this is what it would look like). The last night was an informal BBQ in their fabulous Club House, typical Aussie affair with the guys doing all the hard work cooking the meat and the girls providing the green stuff.
So off we set on a 1500 miles passage from the Whitsunday Islands to Darwin, known to the locals as “sailing over the top”. Our first stop was Magnetic Island, 3 miles off Townsville where we met up with Paul and Carol, our good friends from the UK who were joining us on the passage up to Cairns. Paul and Carol are also on a circumnavigation of the globe but their chosen form of transport is planes, cars and bikes!
Unfortunately for them the weather deteriorated as they arrived and the passage up to Cairns was more reminiscent of a squally day on the Solent! After a bouncy passage we arrived in Cairns. The highlight being a trip out to the Great Barrier Reef on a dedicated dive boat just for the Oyster team. There is no doubt that the Great Barrier Reef has suffered in recent years – whether due to a couple of very serious hurricanes or a rise in the sea temperature we do not know – but the wonderful coral has been impacted.
We said goodbye to Paul and Carol and left Cairns to travel around the top of Cape York. The passage up the East Coast was certainly memorable. The channel inside the reef twists and turns at regular intervals and the constant checking of our position was important to make sure we did not find ourselves washed up on coral (check out the photo of the chart route up the coast, each red cross is a change of course!). The journey was made more complex by the container ships that ply this route. The exciting highlight of this part of the trip was a huge humpback whale continually breaching... literally a couple of hundred yards from the boat – a truly memorable sight.
Captain Cook travelled up this coast in the late 1700’s and we were in awe of the skill required to navigate a ship without engines / charts / GPS etc up this treacherous coast. Every island seemed to have a monument in honour of this amazing sailor. We rounded Possession Island and turned west – aptly named, where James Cook planted the flag and claimed the East Coast of Australia for England and King George!
The trip west to Darwin was fast, with strong winds, beautiful sunsets and some delicious fresh Spanish Mackerel. On arrival we were inspected by the Fisheries Dept, with an expat official wearing his Norwich City football shirt – Hugh’s passion for his beloved Norwich follows him far and wide (actually another Oyster boat tipped him off!)
Having cleared into Darwin, it was a quick trip to watch the jumping crocodiles (no-one swims in the rivers or seas here!), a beer in a typical Aussie pub at Humpty Doo and the sad viewing of the England v Croatia game. At half time Hugh, Debbie and Janice left for the airport to return to the UK for family commitments, (shame the result did not stand at this point!). Andy was left to sort out the boat for their return and the next part of the rally...our trip to Indonesia.
And so to Australia and Mackay in Queensland. A veritable ‘quagmire of customs officers’ checked us in. 4 of them and a dog searched the boat thoroughly. The dog wore protective doggy shoes. Ironic since the officers kept their sturdy boots on. Sniffer the dog was searching for money and drugs. He found piles of low denomination notes from several Pacific countries worth about £4.50.
Part of our mission in this part of Australia was to come close to their unique wildlife although not of course the crocodiles, irukandji jellyfish, stonefish, snakes and spiders. In the Eungella we found some duckbilled platypus foraging for food in a mountain river. The next day we rose at 5am to drive to Cape Hillsborough to see kangaroos feeding against a beautiful dawn lit beach backdrop. Slightly bittersweet with the addition of a park ranger and food pellets to ensure their attendance. Ridiculously upon our return to our lodge we encountered loads of kangaroos and wallabies in the garden and tracks around.
Next stop was Airlie Beach and a meander through the Whitsunday Islands last visited by your intrepid Meteorites 26 years ago. Less busy this time due to Cyclone Debbie (no relation) that hit in March 2017 causing significant damage throughout the islands which is still being fixed up. What could we remember from last time? Certainly the iconic, pristine 7km of whitest sand on Whitehaven beach still as beautiful as ever. The other memory that had curiously stuck in our mind was the cocktail bar in the middle of the hotel pool on Hamilton Island. Also still there. Whilst on Hamilton Island Hugh and David from Sea Flute tried to organise a Hobie Cat race and sort out king sailor of the rally. Sadly the boat hire shop decided it was too windy. Seriously? For round the world sailors??? Watch this space. Beach volleyball owners versus crew had to suffice.
Decamping to Hook Island OMG we swam with giant Manta Rays in Butterfly Bay and didn’t get sucked up into their huge mouths. In Nara Inlet we saw cave paintings of the Ngaro aborigines. Andy alone, remembered we had also been there before. A short 30 mile hop on a seaplane took us to part of the 2,300km long Great Barrier Reef. Apparently visible from outer space the view from our 9 seater plane was spectacular. Despite talk of environment threats our snorkel took us past plenty of coral and sea life and to a standoff with a huge cuttlefish. Now we head up between the reef and the mainland to the very tip of Australia.
Early April and we literally blasted out of Auckland on the tail of yet another mini cyclone, the story of New Zealand's summer. After a five month, adventure-packed, stop over we were on our way ready to explore a few of the islands that sit off the east coast of New Zealand before making our way back to Opua.
The islands; Kauai, Great Barrier, etc provide superb shelter in sparsely populated inlets with access to some of the most stunning sub tropical hinterland that we have come across. The hill walks were epic in length, altitude and terrain. We even finished one by wading down a river bed. Rich sea life provides for all. We caught and cooked snapper, enjoyed Barramundi in the friendly yacht clubs and witnessed trawlers unloading huge green mussels and sea urchins. There seems no end to nature’s bounty if properly cared for.
Opua was the gathering point for the Oyster fleet and our departure point to Vanuatu some 1,000 miles North. After the usual parties, boat talk, oh and more boat talk, the weather window arrived, we were off. Yet Nature doesn't always follow the script and produced a bit of everything from benign to big and bouncy, so with some relief we dropped anchor in Port Resolution Harbour on Tanna, one of the many islands that make up Vanuatu, some 6 days later.
Tanna is special, in part through its secluded isolation it has maintained a very strong tribal village culture, the chief rules in all things. Luckily for the few visiting yachties, you are invited to the feast, not as the main course (they last ate someone as recently as 1962!) but to eat, dance and of course drink kava, though don't, it is literally mind numbing!! They are blessed by abundant vegetation. The temperate climate and rich volcanic soil means what you stick in grows. Combined with good fishing and superb beef 'seriously' the diet is healthy and village life is sustainable. They get hit by cyclones but seem to have incredible resilience and with some international aid and all the ropes, fishing gear, clothes, petrol ... we could give them, bounce back and thrive. And nature has given them something very very special, a constantly active yet relatively 'unthreatening ' volcano'.
We jumped in the back of a pick-up with some Oyster mates and as the sun was setting climbed up the black lava sand ridges to stare into the gaping mouth of an active volcano. The guide positioned us away from the direction of the expected eruptions and drew a line in the black gravel with the toe of his boot stating if we cross it we will die! You have to love health and safety. Then suddenly you buckle at the knees, want to run, your body is being assailed by a thunderous boom, and just as you recover tons of molten lava is flung through the gas mists into the air, stunning, incredible. Hotter than hell, projectiles set the night alight. One of life's most amazing and unforgettable experiences a true demonstration of natures awesome power.
It was hard to leave Tanna, its friendly people and beautiful environment but we had to clear into Pt Villa on Efate, catch up with the Oysters and re provision from the 24 hour excellent markets that sell everything from French cheese to chickens!! The families literally stay sleeping under the trestle tables till all is sold!
From Efate we flew to Pentecost Island where the famous land divers do the original bungee jumping, the sort of thing you see in National Geographic and wonder if it's true. Young men, as a right of passage, climb up huge wooden structures, tie vines around their ankles and while the rest of the village stripped to the waist chant ever increasing encouragement, pray then leap into the air to come crashing down onto the slightly softened earth many feet below, the vines hopefully providing some temporary resistance. A painfully, brave, spectacle, it made being taken down the pub by your brother or dad seem somewhat sensible and tame.
We heard later that Vanuatu has the worst record for air safety in the world, our 60 year old plane and even older granny pilot seemed fine if a bit wobbly !!!!
The diving should get a mention as the coral was surprisingly glorious and there aren't many places where you can dive through scuttled US navy ships. Vanuatu's wonderful nature is accessible in such a simple yet refreshing way.
We left Efate in mid May facing a 1,250 mile passage to clear into Mackay in Australia. A fairly fast, yet again bumpy and somewhat relentless journey. Can’t wait for those glorious trade winds, oh and more fish. We arrived May 17th. Now deep in the usual boat repairs we are looking forward to exploring OZ, the Whitsunday Islands and hopefully seeing what else nature has to offer !!
So for the 2nd part of our land-tour we set off for NZ South Island; we were due to fly in to Queenstown but there was a bad storm and after 2 aborted landing attempts we ended up in Christchurch which meant a 5 hour night time cross country road trip! Our 2 week tour included a 4 day walk along the famous Milford Track with the lovely Ken and Lisa (one of the great walks of the world), then a stay in Queenstown and finally Wanaka. Each of them equally spectacular – soaring mountains, dramatic waterfalls, serene glacial blue lakes and views to die for. The guide books don’t lie NZ is truly a visual feast. While in Wanaka we also celebrated a major milestone...Hugh’s 60th.
From South Island NZ to the South Island of Aus, Tasmania, and an incredible 10 day tour with Oyster buddies Sea Flute and Altair and of course our tour organisers, Tiggy and James. In our tour transit we made our way North from Hobart to Barnbougle, staying with the Tiggies very warm-hearted and generous friends. En route we stopped off to do the Bay of Fires walk, hiking along pure white beaches with fiery orange, lichen-laden rocks set against the crystalline blue water...pure magic.
Our next leg – a week in Marlborough exploring the Sounds and the wineries. While in the beautiful Bay of Many Coves we hiked over to Mahana Lodge along the Queen Charlotte Track to meet up with the lovely Leanne ( a former Meteorite) – so amazing to catch up with her and Rhys in such a remote and unlikely place!
For our final trip we headed to Melbourne. Staying in a beautiful converted church with Nicky and Charles (Calliope) we did what everyone in Melbourne does...combined eating (amazing breakfasts) and drinking (lots of great coffee) with sport (the Grand Prix and The AFL Dees Game ).
So now we’re back in Auckland and definitely ready to unpack our suitcases one last time and settle back in to boat life. But we’ve had an amazing 5 months – the people we’ve met have been so warm and friendly and the places we’ve been so eye-wateringly beautiful. Finally a huge, huge thank you to Fiona and Andy Nugent...we are truly indebted to them for their hospitality and generosity and for helping us make the most of our time down under