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Shopping Trip to Coron

Author: Shirlz

November 2023

There are no ATM’s in Culion that accept international bank cards so a trip to  Coron, a bigger town on Busuanga Island, was needed to draw enough cash to cover the next few months of travel through the remoter islands.

Our Banca at Culion Dock

My friends on Tasman II thought it would be best to go by ferry. We were having some windy days and much of the approximately 15 mile trip would have been dead to windward. The day before we planned to go, we made our way along to the town dock and found that there were two options: either a big official ferry boat that left at 8am or a more interesting-looking banca that would leave at 9. We chose the banca and arrived at the dock in good time the next day. The wind was still blowing strongly from the NE, pretty much exactly the direction we would need to travel.

Sniffer Dog

The banca was waiting at the dock, being loaded up with stuff to take across to Coron Town. A motorcycle was tied down in between the benches either side. Before boarding, our bags had to be set out on the floor of the waiting room so that they could be carefully checked out by a sniffer dog. She found nothing to get excited about and we had the go-ahead to board the banca. I was grateful for the helping hand offered to get me across the gangplank and along the narrow prow. There were only a few other passengers and we were able to make ourselves comfortable, each with a lifejacket propped up behind as a cushion.

Bamboo Outrigger

The banca skipper chose a route throuh a narrow gap between some islands across from the port on the other side of Culion Bay. The tortuous channel gave good protection from the wind, but needed some skill to avoid both shoal patches and rows of black buoys marking pearl-farm fields. I had my phone with me and fired up the Navionics app so that I could track and save our path through for future reference. Soon we were out in open water again and battling against the full force of the wind until we reached another channel between Apo, Uson and Malbato Islands. The scenery was spectacular and I was very happy that all I needed to do was sit back and enjoy it, all decisions expertly made for me.

Ready to Cast the Anchor

We arrived at the Coron dock at about 11:30 and first stop was the ATM machine. Then a quick (rather uninspiring) lunch and some concentrated shopping. Bulky stuff could be left on the banca waiting for the return trip. The town was quite busy and there were a lot of tourists about.

Poling Through the Shallows

Before leaving, we headed for the old market which had a good selection of fresh fruit and vegetables.  How lovely to get some juicy mangoes again.

An Easy, Breezy Trip Back

Back on board there were only two other passengers and a lot of heavy sacks of rice and what looked like sand or cement. The crew were amazingly expert at handling the boat through the shallow, corally water. The wind was still strong but now blowing in our favour. We raced smoothly along and soon enough we were back in Culion.

Tags: Coron, Culion
November 28th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  No Comments »

Culion Island

Author: Shirlz

Wednesday, 1st November 2023

I  had been carefully watching the ‘Windy’ forecast and now looked like a good time to head further north with light to moderate Easterly winds and possibly even something from the south. 

I waited for the tide to turn and start flooding as I had to get through the channel out of the lagoon at Araceli. A nasty rainsquall kept me waiting until after 11, but was a great opportunity to collect enough rainwater to fill my  tanks again. Soon the sun came out and we set off, with the passage through the sandbanks clearly visible. Friendly locals waved me on my way.

Leaving Araceli

I was heading for Culion Port on the NE coast of Culion Island, nearly 100 miles further north. The moon was still almost full and I was looking forward to a cool moonlight sail.

Islands Along the Way

The wind was helping us, but wasn’t very strong and I would have to motorsail most of the way to reach Culion before the next week of fierce NE winds started. There wasn’t as much traffic as on the trip to Araceli and I was able to take regular 20 minute catnaps through the night.

At about 2300 I was passing east of Cabuluan Island, which might have been a possible place to anchor if the weather had turned against me.

Thursday, 2nd November

When I reached the southern tip of Coron Island I was stunned by the magnificent sight of its dramatic cliffs. I had become accustomed to the mellow mangrove coastal scene. This was a different world.

Craggy Coron Island

Turning NW into Coron Bay for the approach to Culion, I had enough wind behind me to kill the engine and was able to sail the rest of the way. What a lovely end to the trip. With the engine off, I was able to set up the faithful old Navik and it performed superbly.

Culion Beach

It was late afternoon by the time I reached the entrance to Culion Port and the low sun was shining in my eyes, making it a bit tricky to judge the depth by the colour of the water. So total reliance on the Navionics chart. It didn’t let me down and soon I was anchored deep in the little bay within an easy row of Tasman II who had arrived a few days earlier from Coron.

Painting in the Museum of Lepers Being Brought to the Island

Culion was used as an isolation island for lepers until the cure was eventually found last century. Now the leprosy hospital is open to the general public and is known to provide the best medical care in the area.  We visited the leprosy museum and were taken for a historical walking tour of the town. Many cured survivors of the disease are still living here.

The town itself is spread along the coastline and up the steep hillside. Narrow stairways and interesting shady alleys. Lots of small shops and eateries.

I walked along the coastal road with magnificent views of the clear water and mountains and many small fishing bancas. I loved the rock-walled, semi-ruined saltwater swimming pool.

Some of the houses are built with traditional materials, woven bamboo wall panels and beautiful capiz shell windows.

The nearest place for me to take my dinghy ashore is very close to the entrance to the old leper cemetery. From there it’s a pleasant half-hour walk into town with many interesting little shops along the way. Friendly people all curious to know where I come from.

Tags: Culion
November 11th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  4 Comments »

A Move to Araceli

Author: Shirlz

October 2023

The winds were starting to become more fickle as we entered the transition period between the SW and NE monsoons. I had somehow managed to leave things a bit late and needed to start moving north before it became too difficult. I love my junk rig, but it doesn’t perform all that well to windward.

Sunday, 14th October 2023

I left the harbour at Puerto Princesa early, hoping to be able to sail most of the way to Santa Lourdes in Honda Bay. It was not to be. First problem was a really heavy downpour which got the visibility down to one (small) boatlength. The heavy rain lasted about an hour and I had to reef down in the squall. When the rain stopped, so did the wind. Oh well, the house battery was getting rather low so the engine would be put to good use. at about 10 o’clock a light southerly breeze picked up and we sailed gently along for a few hours making from 1 to 2 knots. It was good to be out sailing again. A very wet and bedraggled brown booby landed on the solar panel to get his feathers sorted out. He must have been caught in the deluge.

Santa Lourdes Dock in the Morning

Tasman II had arrived in Honda Bay the day before and it was good to see them again. They left the next day heading for Dumaran Island with a few stops in between. I would have liked to do the same, but was still waiting for my passport to be returned with my 6-month visa extension. It should only be a few days.

I moved across the bay to anchor off Canon Island which was a more peaceful place to stay over the weekend, as the Santa Lourdes dock gets very busy with tourist bancas.

A Quiet Anchorage at Canon Island

Tuesday, 24th October

At last my passport was ready for collection and I caught a jeepney into town. The ride took less than half an hour each way and soon I had my new visa and was back on board. I had also managed to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables. Still plenty of time to sail to Fondeado Island as my next hop northward.

Bamboo Fish Traps

I threaded my way along between the islands and reefy patches. There are also a lot of big bamboo fish traps dotted about. It was only a 13nm trip and by 1600 I was at the NW corner of Fondeado, where there is a recommended anchorage. It was pretty deep and the best I could manage was 16m. I had been looking forward to watching the flying foxes setting off on their evening foraging trip, but for some reason there was no sign of them this time.

25th October

The forecast was for very light winds and I was going to have to motorsail to reach my next planned stop at the Verdes Islands before dark. I had the full sail up and it was looking really good. I had made a few tiny adjustments to the lines and it seemed to be setting better, with the bottom panel completely raised rather than sort of sagging a bit.

The mast lift, a line that comes from the top of the mast and loops around the mast and boom to hold the sail in when reefed had always had an annoying tendency to get caught around the battens on the wrong side of the sail when the full sail was raised, as then it was no longer under tension and could easily swing around. I seem to have solved the problem by attaching a length of thick bungee from the loop down to a handy cleat on the tabernacle. I’m interested to see how well this is going to work.

We were abeam the channel leading to the anchorage between North and South Verde Islands at about 1500. The forecast showed calm conditions for a few more days and it seemed a pity to waste them with strong NE winds soon to start. I decided to keep moving and head straight for Araceli on Dumaran Island about 50 nm further NE. There was an almost full moon, so it should be a beautiful and cool sail. During the day it can get extremely hot in the cockpit, even in the shade of my tiny awning. I keep my garden-sprayer handy, filled with fresh water and when it becomes unbearable I can cool down with a refreshing spritz.

The sea was glassy smooth and occasionally a flotilla of small fishing boats would appear, shimmering like mirages. They usually mark the shallower patches of water. We were keeping within a few miles of the coast and I was enthralled by the sight of the deep green jungle-clad mountains coming right down to the water. Magnificent scenery. I removed my hearing aids when the noisy rumbling of the engine started to become annoying. The sail was adding about half a knot to our speed, just maintaining 3.5 knots which would give us a dawn arrival time at Araceli. The electric autopilot was doing a great job. These were impossible conditions for the Navik.

There was a fair amount of big ship traffic in both directions, but we seemed safely inshore of their track. I had the AIS on which would hopefully alert them to our presence.

26th October

0400
It had been a peaceful night but I had only managed a couple of 10-minute cat naps as there were too many big ships and fishing boats around. The moon had set but the welcoming flashing white light marking Langoy Island at the entrance to Araceli bay was in sight and made a wonderful point to steer by. According to the chart it has a range of 16 miles and a period of 10 seconds. It was actually flashing every 4 seconds but the range was at least as good as advertised.

Approaching Araceli at Dawn

As so often happens, we were struck by a very strong black squall just before turning in. Torrential rain. The flashing light disappeared. I quickly reefed down to 3 panels and had to hand steer as the autopilot was squealing it’s dismay and sending us in circles. Fortunately it was soon over and we sailed in through some small islands and anchored off the beach in the big bay at 0730.

The plan was to move into the lagoon where there is a more protected anchorage, but first I needed to get a few hours sleep as the entrance is through a winding channel between sandbanks and I was really struggling to stay awake.

1300

After passing out for a few hours, I had a quick snack and was ready to tackle the lagoon entrance. The tide was still rising, which is always a good thing in these situations. I had some wonderful satellite images of the channel and we had no problem getting through. I found a good spot to anchor in about 7m.

The Lagoon Waterfront

I decided to just relax for the rest of the day and find my way ashore tomorrow. 

Friday, 27th October

I had noticed a small beach in front of the stilt houses ashore and thought it would be a good place to land the dinghy. But when I set off, I realized that the tide had risen and the beach had disappeared. Oh dear. I rowed along the shoreline and a man beckoned me in to a spot between two bancas. I’ve become quite expert at negotiating the spaces between their outstretched arms and soon we were safely tied to a nearby small tree and ushered through the pretty garden of one of the houses. I asked about diesel and it seemed I had come to exactly the right spot. I’ll bring my jerry cans with me next time.

Now I just wanted to go for a walk to do some exploring and stretch my legs.

Rice Drying next to the Road

It was a hot and sunny day and I was glad to have my little collapsible umbrella-sunshade. I wasn’t the only one, it seems to be the standard way to cope with the hot sun. Not that there were that many other walkers about.  I was admiring a big spread of brown rice drying out in the sun next to the road, and was told that it’s grown locally. Later I saw more spread out on a tarp on the beach.

Billiards?

Then there was the cool looking snooker room on the corner to the main road. I stopped to take a picture of some fish drying in the sun and was befriended by the shopkeepers they belonged to.

Dried Fish for Sale

I walked to the end of the wharf where big ships can tie up and was approached by a ‘tourist guide’ who tried to set me up with a selection of island hopping boat tours. I tried to explain that I had my own boat. In desperation he then tried to sell me a turtle. Any size I wanted. For eating. I tried not to appear too shocked and moved along.

I decided to take a walk along the beach and after a while reached a magnificent area with a white sandbar and crystal clear water and only a flock of sandpipers for company. It was on a breezy corner of the island and wonderfully cool.

It looks like I’ll be here for a few more days, as there is some strong NE forecast followed by more promising winds later in the week.

Tags: Dumaran, junk rig, Palawan, Philippines
October 28th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  1 Comment »

Exploring Honda Bay

Author: Shirlz

September 2023

I had grown comfortable with my routine of busy restocking trips to the market while anchored at the Fish Port in Puerto Princesa, and quiet solitary retreats to the Abucayan Inlet. Further north the too frequent typhoons were not an encouragement. It was becoming just a bit too easy. Time to move on. But those typhoons.. September is supposed to be the worst month.

Honda Bay, just a short distance north of Puerto Princesa might still be a safe enough place to explore. My previous visit there had been cut short by the problem I had had with my internet connection which is what I depend on for getting a weather forecast and typhoon warnings. Maybe I’m being over-cautious, but typhoons/cyclones/hurricanes are definitely best avoided. Especially by a little old lady on a little old boat.

After a final shopping spree and another 2-month visa renewal I had a gentle downwind sail most of the way to Fondeado Island towards the far end of Honda Bay. The wind died completely as I turned in towards the island and I had to get the engine started. And then, as I was contemplating exactly where I should anchor, a strong squall came through blasting the anchorage from the west.  Oh dear. I still had the sail up and thought it might be better to try a different anchorage with more protection from that direction. I tried heading further into the bay but now we were struggling to make progress against the strong wind and heavy chop, trying to avoid unknown obstacles, and simultaneously trying to plot a new course. It wasn’t working.

Fondeado Anchorage

I turned back to Fondeado where two local fishing boats were already anchored and reasoned that if they were happy there it was probably not such a bad option. It was at the bottom of the tide and the sand banks and coral surrounding the island were easy to see. I dropped the anchor in 15m and let out 50m of chain. I would have preferred to let out more but the chain had become twisted up in the chain locker and jammed in the hawespipe.  Later, when things had calmed down, I had to untie the rope holding the chain at the bitter end in the locker and untwist the mess. Just another detail to remember to check now and then!

Towards sundown the wind eased off and it was a pleasant evening. Sitting in the cockpit enjoying a G&T I was amazed to see thousands of big bats (flying foxes?) leaving the island on a nighttime foraging trip. They passed quite close overhead and I could hear their high-pitched sonar squeaks.

Flying Foxes

I had a peaceful night, but by lunchtime next day the wind was howling again. I let out all of my chain and turned on the GPS anchor drag warning. The strong wind didn’t last for more than an hour before calming to a more relaxing 20-odd knots. The forecast for tomorrow looks much better. Here’s hoping.

The next day the weather stayed frustratingly the same: very little wind at night then increasing to 15 to 20 knots with intermittent ferocious squalls. The anchorage was not very sheltered from the west which was where the strongest winds and waves were coming from. I was not enjoying myself.

29 August

I raised the anchor early in the morning before the wind had started and motored to what appeared to be a better anchorage between two small islands and some reefy bits. It really didn’t seem much better when the wind picked up at about 11 o’clock. A terrifying squall came through and miraculously my anchor held.

Parunponen Squall

This wasn’t going well. I regretted leaving the beautifully safe anchorage at the Abucayan Inlet. Maybe tomorow will be better. In any case I decided that I’d move back to the possibly better protection of the anchorage I’d tried on my previous abortive visit to Honda Bay. Surely it would be more protected as it faced into the West.

30th August

It was heavy work getting 60m of chain up against the wind but at last we were able to motor across the bay and anchored in 10m in Tapul Bay. It seemed pretty good and I was relieved to be in a more sheltered spot. Still very windy with adiabatic squalls coming fairly regularly. I tried setting up my sun awning but had to take it down again fairly quickly as there was just too much wind. The forecast doesn’t look very encouraging and this seems to be the pattern for the rest of the week. I’m starting to think seriously about investing in an electric anchor windlass.

Tapul Bay

As it was too windy for my big sun awning and rain-catcher I attached the small awning that I use when sailing and i’ts quite pleasant to sit under in the cockpit.

1st September

After a second squally day at Tapul Bay I motored another 4 nm back towards Puerto Princesa to anchor in Mangrove Inlet which was totally protected from the west and surrounded by reefs. The wind still blowing strongly every afternoon but the water is flatter and it’s much more pleasant. The inlet seems oddly deserted with many ramshackle unused fish traps in the shallows and only the occasional small fishing boat. I’m happy to just relax here for a few days with plenty to read and my normal never-ending job list. The internet access is good.

Mangrove Inlet

A few days later the wind shifted more to the south and the anchorage was becoming a bit rolly. I moved over to anchor in the lee of Canon Island about 4nm away. It was a very comfortable spot in about 6m. The island is covered in mangroves and seemed to be deserted. A small fishing boat was working the shallows at one end. A partly submerged ruined house on the shore.

The only local sail boat I have seen

But supplies were running low. I could see the small town of Honda Bay only about 1.5nm away on the Palawan coast. The weather was favourable so I motored across one morning and anchored close to the jetty in 2.7m. It was low tide so should be fine. What a treat to be anchored in shallow water for a change.

Coast Guard

No sooner was the anchor down, than a Coast Guard launch arrived. All very friendly and happy to take photos. I showed them my papers and they warned me that an army/police exercise was about to take place but it was fine for me to stay where I was. Sure enough, soon two very high-powered inflatables were racing around the bay, each  manned by about 10 serious-looking uniformed individuals. Just an exercise. 

Honda Bay Floating Dock

When things had calmed down a bit later, I rowed ashore to do some shopping. There is a really convenient floating dock catering for the tourist bancas which do island-hopping trips. It made a great place to leave the dinghy.

I enjoyed my walk along the single road, with small shops and foodstalls on both sides. At the far end of the road there is a garage with diesel. Plenty of trikes and jeepneys running to Puerto Princesa about 20 minutes away by road. Excellent

At Honda Bay Town

The next day the weather was perfect and I moved across to Cowrie Island where there is a resort and a lovely beach. It was a weekday and there were very few visitors. I anchored away from the resort area and got the kayak inflated. It was a wonderful break from the rather nasty weather we had been having. Did some work on cleaning the propeller which was starting to sprout a fine crop of barnacles.

Cowrie Island Beach

When the weekend rolled around so did the tourists. I was a long way from where they were being dropped off for the day, but the bancas came around to anchor quite near to me to wait for the return trip.  All was fine until a really bad squall came through on Sunday afternoon and much confusion reigned.

Cowrie Island Squall

By 5 o’clock all had gone home. The sky still looked rather ominous and I decided to move to a more secure anchorage and motored back to Mangrove Inlet which has virtually all round protection and is especially good for winds from the N and NW which is where the strongest squalls seem to be coming from.
When the wind drops it’s absolutely beautiful with clear water for swimming and I’ve had a chance to work on cleaning the hull. 

September 12th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  4 Comments »

Still in Puerto Princesa

Author: Shirlz

August 2023

Puerto Princesa has become my base for a few months. The anchorage is very convenient and I find the neighbouring fishing boats fascinating to watch.

Wash Day on One of the Big Boats

Their massive and complicated outriggers and topside structures make them look like giant crabs. Most are beautifully maintained and colourful, the bamboos of the outriggers painted in bright colours – red, orange, turquoise, purple and anything else you can imagine. The big ones have a flotilla of smaller boats used as spotters which are either towed behind or loaded up on deck. It can be quite intimidating when one passes close by, but they are, of course, all expertly handled with numerous crew scampering about on the complex structures. Some will have already cleaned and split the fish they’ve caught and strung them up in the rigging to dry in the sun before taking them to market.

Smaller Boats along the Waterfront

In July I had been given a two-month extension on my visa and was ready to move a bit further north but another typhoon was on the way and it seemed sensible to wait for it to pass. I moved back to the protected little inlet that I’d tried before. After being anchored in the fish port for 3 weeks my prop was badly fouled with barnacles again and we were barely able to maintain 2.5  knots to motor the 5 miles to the inlet. The little wind that there was, was dead against us. But we eventually arrived. It gave me a chance to test my new fish-finder. The old one had become very unreliable and the screen badly sun-damaged and difficult to read. Only visible if I held my head at a particular angle. I had been relieved to be able to replace it at a local shop and now have a brand new Garmin which is a tremendous improvement on the old one. The transducer needed to be attached just below the waterline on the transom – in the same way that I had done for the old instrument. As a temporary measure I managed to attach it to a long, narrow plank and lash that to the pushpit. The plan was to do a more permanent job when I was anchored in clean water.

Abucayan Inlet

When I was back at the Abucayan Inlet, which had become my convenient second home, I was able to get in the water and remove the old transducer and was very happy to find that the new one could be bolted to the old, properly installed bracket.  I spent a few hours tidying up the cables and it was looking quite shipshape, although the cockpit is badly in need of a new coat of paint.

The ‘super typhoons’ Egay and Betty (elsewhere known as Doksuri and Mawar) had long-passed safely north of Palawan and I was keen to move up to Honda Bay. I spent a few days restocking in town and set off on a perfect day for a gentle sail north.

The Sail Still Looking Good

It was great to be out at sea again on such a lovely day. My old sail is getting a bit scruffy but still does the job and doesn’t look too bad. The junk rig is very forgiving and the odd worn patch or hole doesn’t affect the performance at all. It was also a good opportunity to get the Navik working again and it seemed happy to oblige. It is only about 20nm to the anchorage I had planned on behind a sandbar near a small island and after an early start we arrived in good time.

Anchored Behind the Sandbar

I had just settled in and was busy putting up my sun awning when a patrol boat arrived and told me that I couldn’t stay there as it was a protected area. They were friendly enough and agreed to let me spend the night before moving next morning. It was a little disappointing as I had been looking forward to a walk along the sandbar and a chance to watch the birds which I’d been told like to gather there.  It was a really beautiful spot although the anchorage was rather deep.  Later the wind came up quite strongly from the west which put me on a lee shore. Not very comfortable.

Early the next morning the wind was still blowing, which made it quite a hard job to haul up the anchor in 20m of water. I had decided to move across the bay to what looked like a well protected spot only about 2 miles away. Here it was much more comfortable and a more sensible depth for anchoring at 8m.

A More Comfortable Anchorage

After the two recent typhoons, it seemed a good idea to keep a careful eye on the weather. I have been using the Windy app on my phone which is usually pretty accurate, but only available online. As a backup I also download a 5-day grib file forecast. Now that we were in a more comfortable place I decided to have a look at the forecast. Oh dear. No internet! I knew that I still had about a week on my prepaid plan. There must be some problem.. At this time of year the wind is pretty consistently SW which could make for a slow trip back to Puerto. I decided to head back early the next day when it was forecast to be more westerly, about 10-15 knots.

Small Boats Fishing on the Way Back to Puerto

After a peaceful night we set off early, as usual, and had a really good sail almost all the way back. Only having to motorsail for the last turn, dead to windward, back into the bay at Puerto Princesa. 

Once more in the hustle and bustle of the town I sorted out the phone problem which was simply a case of having used up all my data prematurely – so now I have a better ‘Plan’ and feel a bit of an idiot. 

One of the Convenient Trikes

I took a ride in a trike to the Abanico Yacht Club, which is where most cruising boats seem to spend their time in Puerto. It is a pretty place with a good restaurant and bar for social gatherings. It might be an option if I needed to leave Speedwell somewhere safe for a while, but I prefer the Fish Port with its easy access to the market and shops. 

Bokkom the Dinghy Moored Next to Some Bancas

I am ready to move on and now just have to wait a week to get my next visa renewal before setting off to have a look at places further north, hopefully armed with a better system for getting the weather forecasts.

August 16th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  2 Comments »

Puerto Princesa

Author: Shirlz

May 2023

Malanao Island had been a good place to wait out the strong NE wind that had been blowing for over a week, but my fresh food had all been used up and I was keen to get moving. The forecast was for a few days of light wind followed by some strong SW. It was time to leave. As a first step I decided to carefully make my way through the channel between the island and the mainland and anchor at the northern end for the night. It would save about 2 hours of the trip to Puerto Princesa.

The shallows were easy to see – mostly marked with fishing stakes. It was a rather bumpy anchorage and I was fairly grateful to get away at first light the next day.

As usual, there was very little wind in the early morning, but from 1100 it started up and I had a comfortable downwind sail for the last leg of my trip. If only it could have been like this all the way.

Banca – Fishing Boat

There were some big ships anchored in the approach to the harbour and a lot of outrigger fishing boats (bancas) and tourist boats about. I found a convenient place to anchor in the Fishing Port keeping a safe distance away from the many amazing local boats. Some of them quite enormous, looking almost like small floating villages. All with bamboo outriggers and mostly brightly painted. A crazy, colourful scene.

I had arrived on a Friday afternoon and the quarantine and customs offices would be closed. I hoisted my yellow Q flag and was happy to wait till they re-opened on Monday. I did try to contact them by phone but there was no response.

Finding a place to get ashore was a bit challenging as there are no floating docks or easy places to beach the dinghy. The shoreline has all been protected with a sloping concrete slab construction. Here and there are some steps, but nothing to tie the dinghy to. As I was puzzling how to manage things a helpful shopkeeper gave me a hand and steadied the dinghy so that I could get out and then let me tie the painter to a stick on the side of his kiosk.

Another Colourful Banca – Freshly Painted

I had been unable to contact either the Quarantine or Customs officials so I decided to first go to Immigration and try to sort something out. It was quite a long, hot walk to Robinson’s Mall where they have an office. I took a break at one point in an air-conditioned shop to get multiple photocopies made of all my documents. When I explained my situation to the Immigration people I was told that they could do nothing until I had been cleared by Quarantine, etc. I was given the exact address and took a ride in a tricycle to get there. The office was in a fairly obscure small building back in the port area and the staff of about 8 women were around a table having their lunch when I arrived. All very friendly and helpful but they insisted that someone would have to be taken out to my boat in order to inspect things before they could clear me. They have an official vehicle and as soon as the driver had finished his lunch I was driven down to the harbour with the woman who would have to be taken out to Speedwell. The customs official would also need to visit the boat. I explained that my dinghy was very small and I could only take one passenger at a time. It was decided that Quarantine should go first. Fortunately the weather was calm and I had no trouble rowing us out to where Speedwell was anchored.

Harbour Waterfront

I climbed aboard first, thinking I would be able to help the Quarantine lady get herself safely aboard. I had warned her not to step on the side of the dinghy – Oh dear! Suddenly she was suspended mid-air in that classic situation between mother-ship and tiny dinghy. I grabbed her and tried to haul her in but with a splash she landed in the water. Luckily there was no panic. She clung to the side of Speedwell and I tried again to help her up, succeeding only in doing something terrible to my back. I told her to hang on and went to fetch the rope ladder that I use to get aboard after a swim. Not the easiest thing to climb but thankfully she was fit and nimble and managed to clamber aboard. Her backpack with phone, papers, etc. was totally soaked, as was she, of course. I gave her a big dry towel and she stripped off and wrapped herself in it. We proceeded to do the paperwork. A cup of tea was offered, but she was happy just to have a glass of water and was even able to have a bit of a laugh about it all.

When all was completed she had to put her wet clothes back on and we went back to suggest to the Customs man that it might be better to get his paperwork done safely on shore. After some consultation this was agreed to and when all his forms had been filled in he very kindly drove me all the way back to Robinson’s Mall and the Immigration folk. Where at last I was officially cleared in for my first month in the Philippines.

I caught a ride on a jeepney back to the harbour and arrived to find that the tide had gone out and must have been a record low spring as the dinghy was now well and truly aground in thick, soft and sticky black mud. No choice but to slog through it nearly up to my knees and drag the dinghy to where it could float. The mud so sticky that it was sometimes difficult to lift a foot out for the next step. What a day! It also happened to be my 75th birthday. Once safely back on Speedwell and most of the mud cleaned off, I celebrated with the bubbly that I’d picked up in the mall.

As time went by I perfected a technique for securing the dinghy to get ashore. The bancas have a high pointy prow which they butt up against the concrete slope making it easy for someone to leap ashore and secure the boat. I was usually able to stabilize myself with the aid of their outriggers or lines and there was always a helping hand on shore.

The Selection of Rice on Display at the Market

The town is busy with lots of shops and an enormous covered market on several levels selling everything from wonderful fresh fruit and veg to umbrellas, shoes, and just about everything imaginable. A far cry from the air-conditioned, antiseptic supermarket at the mall with its acres of junk food in brightly coloured plastic wrappers. The market is obviously a better place to shop, but I must confess that I enjoy a visit to the mall to cool off in the ac and treat myself to a decent cup of real coffee.

Bay Walk Info

Each time I came ashore I would first get some exercise by strolling along the ‘Bay Walk’ which extends all the way from the Fishing Harbour to the main dock for big ships. The area was the site of an American seaplane base during WWII (see the photo). It comes alive in the evening when most people go out for a stroll and enjoy a drink or a meal at one of the many open restaurants that line the walk.

In town there is another awful reminder of the war. The Plaza Cuartel is the site of a gruesome atrocity where 150 American prisoners of war were burned to death by the Japanese.

Plaza Cuartel

The streets are jam-packed with cars, trucks, bikes, trikes and people. Crossing the road requires just steadily tracking across, trusting that the traffic will go around you. Best not to hesitate or show uncertainty. Dogs wander nonchalantly about and cats keep wisely to the cooler shadows. People are invariably friendly and helpful. The heat and humidity are punishing.

Tricycle Traffic

Out on the anchorage there is usually enough of a breeze to make things bearable although the water does not look clean enough to hazard a cooling swim. A few days ago a very strong squall came through and it seemed that my anchor might have dragged a few meters. Also, a new banca moved in and decided to anchor just a bit too uncomfortably close.

A Bit Too Close For Comfort

I decided it was time to explore other anchoring options. A decision made easier by the fact that a typhoon, now named ‘Betty’ was approaching the northern end of the Philippines and strong SW winds were forecast even as far south as Palawan. I thought that the Abucayan Inlet about 5nm away looked like a good option. Raising the anchor was hard work and when it came up I found that it was totally fouled with an enormous bundle of garbage – plastic bags, thick fishing line, electric cables, pieces of an old tarpaulin and more. I had to hack it all off with my trusty old bread-knife. At last we could start motoring out and it soon became obvious that the prop must be badly crusted up with marine growth as the best we could manage was a rather struggling 2 knots. We had definitely been in one place for too long.

It took nearly 3 hours to motor the 5 nm to the new anchorage tucked well into the inlet. A lovely sheltered spot, surrounded by mangroves and palm trees. We were the only boat there and the water was clean and clear. Next day, after having had a good look round (just to be sure that there were no crocs) I was happy to get in the water and clean the prop which badly needed it.

I think we will stay here for a few days and enjoy the peace and quiet before heading back to town where I will need to get my visa extended for the next 30 days.

May 30th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  4 Comments »

All Stops to Puerto Princesa

Author: Shirlz

April, 2023

Once again my visa was running out and rather than another quick trip by air to Manila, I decided to take my chances with the weather and sail to Puerto Princesa, the nearest Philippines port of entry. It was still the transition period between the NE and SW monsoons with variable winds, although predominantly from the wrong direction to give me a comfortable sail from Kudat to Palawan. The distance was just a bit more than 200 nm to the NE. It was going to be a slow trip, but there are many places to anchor along the way with easy day-sailing distances between.

Malubang

I waited in Kudat for a usable breeze to sail to my first stop at a well-protected inlet on the north coast of Sabah called (I think) Malubang. I was able to work my way quite far in, well past the small village and anchored in 4m on sand. The wind had picked up quite strongly from the NE and it was a good place to be. One or two small local boats passed and waved as they motored further up into the mangroves. Internet access was excellent and I was content to wait there as long as necessary.

To make good use of the time, I hauled out my sewing machine and put together a courtesy flag for the Philippines.

After a few days, the wind dropped sufficiently to make the next hop to Banggi. There was no need for the engine for the first half of the trip, but then I got caught up in some really scary current trying to use a shortcut through a reefy area. I had to back off and go the long way round the marker at the end of the reef. The afternoon wind picked up and it was a hard motor-sail for the rest of the way.

The anchorage at Karakit is not great and I was tempted to head straight on to Mitford Sound where there is good shelter, but it was getting late and I was getting tired. I anchored in 12m in a spot that I’d used before. Not very comfortable, but safe. I made an early start the next day and motored the 5nm to my anchorage at Mitford Harbour. The wind was still quite strong, but at least here the water was flat and it was a good place to be.

A Lurking Crocodile

A few days later the wind had dropped again and I found out that it would be possible to buy some diesel at the dock ashore. It was a fairly long row to get there and while I was thinking about getting ready to go, and gazing out over the water, I spotted a rather big and lumpy log a little way off the boat. Got the binoculars out and to my horror realized it was an enormous crocodile. Just hanging there with one nasty, patient and speculative eye aimed at my floating home. It was definitely bigger and faster than my tiny dinghy. No long row ashore for me today!

After speaking to a local man the next day, I found out that the croc was a long-time resident in the area. Caution was advised. I really wanted that extra diesel, so I re-anchored as close to the mudbanks as I dared and rowed the short distance as fast as I was able. I soon found the diesel-man and had 20 litres siphoned into my jerry cans. The way the wind had been blowing it looked as though I was going to need it.

Banggi Stilt Houses with Speedwell

Gary had arrived from Kudat and I followed him through an alternative, interesting route through the mangroves to Karakit. The anchorage there was pretty rough and he gave me a lift ashore in his slightly bigger dinghy with outboard. We tied the dinghy to a rickety wooden ladder at the water village and walked along the wooden bridges between the houses to get to the main town. It was all quite amazing and rather wonderful. A low-budget Venice.

I bought some fresh stuff at the wooden ferry-dock market and the next day left early before the wind started. It was a pleasant little sail up the west coast of Banggi to a small bay which doesn’t seem to have a name, but was a great place to stop. Rather to my relief, a really heavy tropical downpour refilled my water tanks on day two.

Last Evening at Balambangan

After a few days there, Balambangan Island was just a short sail across and I met up with Gary again who was helping his friend repair a dinghy. I joined him for a last G&T that evening, the weather was looking good for my attempt at crossing the Balabac Strait. A distance of about 35nm to the next anchorage at Clarendon Bay on the southern tip of Balabac Island.

The trip was uneventful but I was forced to motor-sail in order to get in before dark. When I arrived at the entrance to the bay I had to pick my way carefully through hundreds (thousands?) of plastic bottle floats marking the lines of seaweed farms. I eased my way in as slowly as I could, hoping that one of the men tending the weed might come over to guide me through. No one did and I miraculously managed to make my way to a clear patch at the far end of the bay where one of them gave me the thumbs-up to anchor. I later discovered that seaweed farming is an important source of income for the local people.

Seaweed Farmers Houses

I spent the next day relaxing and watching the workers tending the seaweed. They would harvest enormous bales of the stuff and load it onto their tiny canoes to be paddled to the drying racks at their houses. Their small boats barely afloat under the heavy load. I kept a sharp eye out for crocodiles as Balabac is notorious for them. Hot as it was, I had no inclination to go for a swim.

Early next morning I retraced my route through the seaweed maze, grateful for the track that had been recorded on the Garmin GPS. Once out of the bay I was able to sail for a few hours but again had to resort to the engine to get in to the anchorage at Balabac Town before dark. This is the real problem with the day-sailing plan. Sailing close to the coast at night is a bad idea with many unlit fish traps and small boats and many of the anchorages need good light to be able to spot the hazards on the way in. Charts are unreliable, so it’s best to get in before dark. The little old engine is earning it’s keep.

Narrow Passage through Houses on the Water

Balabac Town was a delight. An interesting wooden jetty to tie the dinghy to and clamber up a dodgy ladder, then a narrow passage through the stilt houses to the shore. Lots of small shops selling all the essentials and a fair selection of fresh fruit and vegetables. I was able to buy a new prepaid ‘plan’ for the sim card I had bought while in Manila and it was comforting to have internet access and be able to get a weather report again.

Motor Tricycle

A good road winds its way along the coast between the stilt houses and the jungle and I went for a long walk to get some much needed exercise. There were a lot of weird-looking motor tricycles which reminded me of fast-moving extraterrestrial giant insects. I was fascinated by them and soon found out that they are a very convenient and cheap form of public transport.

Roadside Kiosk

Unfortunately the weather forecast was not encouraging. Virtually flat calm for the next four days. I draw the line at wantonly pressing on without any hope of sailing, not to mention the fact that I don’t carry enough diesel to even think about it, so it looked as though we would be staying put for a few days.

One morning a smart Coast Guard boat came alongside and wanted to check my papers. I showed them my passport and exit papers from Kudat and they were happy. All very friendly and assured me it was no problem to wait for better weather.

An Early Start

When a gentle breeze at last arrived from a generally SW direction, I set sail at dawn hoping to reach the next anchorage at Iglesias Pt about 35nm away. We were moving quite nicely until the unfortunate moment when the tide turned and we stopped making any forward progress at all. Even with the engine, Iglesias was no longer going to be possible. I had been rather intrigued by the name of the nearest big island along the track: ‘Bugsuk’ did not have a welcoming ring to it. But it was only about 15 miles away and might be an option. I checked my charts and realized that it would be better to try anchoring between Canabungan and Mantangule Islands which were a little closer and offered fair protection. So we turned in there, and with the help of the satellite images that I had downloaded and the wonderfully clear water found our way in to a reasonable anchorage for the night.

A Gentle West Wind

Another really early start just before sunrise and we were on our way to Iglesias Pt. At about 1100 the wind filled in from the west and we were able to sail the rest of the day. How wonderful to turn off the noisy engine and enjoy my amazing yellow sail. A big flock of white terns were busily diving on a shoal of small sparkling fish. We arrived at the anchorage at 1600 and had to pass two enormous barges also anchored in the bay. A third one arrived soon after we settled in at a respectful distance from another area of seaweed farms.

Dock at Iglesias Pt

A day of rest and then on again. The wind followed the usual pattern which was flat calm in the morning then a light sea breeze in the afternoon. I was able to sail some of the way to Brookes Pt and anchored in 4m within easy rowing distance of the beach. The harbour was fairly busy with big ships coming in alongside the concrete dock and fishing boats scattered about.

The Mole at Brookes Pt

It was quite a long walk to the shops and market and we were having some very hot and windless days. I always carry a small folding umbrella in case of tropical showers, now it came in handy as a very effective sunshade. I explored the town and took a stroll down to the lighthouse. This side of the concrete jetty was filled with small outrigger boats as the water is very shallow and they draw virtually nothing. People were friendly and wanted to know where I was from. I was invited to sit and rest for a while under the shade of a stilt house, they were grilling some small fish on a grid over a pit of coals. I left them to enjoy their lunch and wandered on. Near my turn-off to the beach I found a small shop where I could pick up an icy cold ‘San Mig’ to take back to the boat.

Outrigger Boats in the Shallows

I badly needed more diesel and one morning, took my two 10 litre jerry cans ashore and got a ride on a tricycle to a big filling station in town. The driver helped with the cans and waited while they were filled, then took me back to the beach – practically right to the dingy! Wonderfully helpful.

After 5 days of no wind the forecast showed a promising easterly breeze and I set off at dawn heading for the anchorage at Crawford Cove about 30nm further up the coast. A few hours of nice sailing, but as usual the engine had to be resorted to so that we could maintain the necessary 3knot average and get in before dark.

There were quite a lot of fish trap stakes along the sides of the cove and what looked like a small settlement of sea gypsies on the shore. I anchored in the middle of the bay in 4.5 m. Next morning when I left a boatload of friendly waving people passed me, also heading out.

Sea Gypsies

It was less than 20nm to the next anchorage at Rasa Island and we arrived before 3pm, again motoring to start in the early morning calm and then some pleasant sailing later. There was a forest of bamboo posts marking fishing nets along the sand-spit that extends from the mainland towards Rasa Island. Also some unmarked sandbanks in the bay. I carefully found a place to anchor off the beach. I’m starting to get used to being the only cruising boat in any of the anchorages where I’ve stopped. What a change from the Caribbean. Where are the mooring fields and big white charter cats?

Fishing Stakes and Boats along the Sand Spit

Next day Max and Glen, friends of Gary, came to pick me up at the beach and took me shopping in Narra where they are living. There was a very good fresh market and I was able to stock up again. Then lunch at their house and another diesel top up. Wonderfully helpful – Thank you!

More Sticks

The wind was threatening to turn northerly again, so I set off once more at dawn and sailed the next 15nm to anchor in the shelter of Malanao Island. Another peaceful spot surrounded by mangroves with only occasional small-boat passing traffic. This will be my last stop before Puerto Princesa which is now less than 20nm away.

April 28th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising, Palawan, Philippines  |  3 Comments »

Back to Kudat

Author: Shirlz

March 2023

After spending a few days at Karakit on Banggi, the wind looked reasonable for a sail across to the neighbouring island of Balambangan.

Anchored off Balambangan

At the north eastern end there is a big bay and it is possible to anchor on one side or the other depending on how the wind is blowing. On the SW side of the bay there are some barely discernable ruins of what was once an East India Company base. I was able to anchor fairly close in and the water was crystal clear. An easy row ashore and a magnificent beach of fine white sand. I enjoyed a long walk to the outermost point of the bay at low tide.

An Interesting Dwelling on the Beach

Then it was back to Banggi, where I got caught up in more bad weather. After a day of bouncing around at the end of my anchor chain in very strong winds, with more forecast,  I decided to move about 5 miles further up the coast into a more protected spot at Mitford Harbour. It was directly to windward, of course, so I left Karakit at first light  prepared to motor all the way while the wind was still manageable.  I had to rely heavily on the satellite images that I had downloaded as, according to the rather sketchy  Navionics charts, we were sailing overland for a large part of the way. Most of the route was fairly protected between the outlying islands and we had no problems negotiating the reefy patches. I found a good spot to anchor behind Pulau Laksiang and let out plenty of chain in anticipation of the fierce winds that were expected.

Mitford Harbour

For the next two days the NE wind did not let up. With no wind instruments I can only judge it’s strength by the appearance of the water and surroundings. It must have been blowing a pretty steady 30 knots most of the time. I made use of the enforced stop by having another attempt at fixing the leaky oil sump on my engine. I had bought a good supply of steel epoxy while in Kudat, and after cleaning things up as best I could, I put another big patch over the problem area. I’m pleased to say, it looks as though I’ve fixed it at last.

I had stupidly left my sun awning up in the vain hope of catching some rainwater. The wind ripped some of the seams apart, which gave me another job to fill the time.

But at last, after two days, it calmed down and I was able to row ashore to the small settlement of Mitford Harbour. Just a few houses on stilts over the water and a concrete jetty under construction. 

Mitford Harbour Shore

It was low water and I had to drag the dinghy ashore through the mud, which thankfully only reached to my ankles. But there was nowhere to rinse my feet and I had to carry on strolling up the road in my rather bedraggled state. Some boys watched me with interest and friendly smiles. A road followed the coast through the jungle and I walked, squelching along, hoping to find a shop to replenish my dwindling supplies. To my delight there actually was one. It had a few wooden steps up to the entrance, and as per the usual custom, the people inside had removed their shoes and left them on the verandah. I did the same, but my feet were so  muddy, it might have been better to leave them on. Nothing was said, but I noticed some amused glances. I was very glad to find some fresh eggs and chose a good selection of junk food. Unfortunately no fresh fruit and veg. There was the usual discussion of where I had come from, how old I was, and was I really all alone? Of course, being such a small place, everyone had noticed the small yellow boat anchored nearby. Happy with my purchases I made my way back to Speedwell before the wind made it difficult again.

Speedwell Anchored off Kudat Esplanade

The next day I sailed back to Kudat and anchored off the Esplanade which proved to be very convenient and well protected. Gary had recommended it and was also anchored nearby. I was treated to a G&T on his boat at sundown.

It was a pleasure to wander around the market and shops in Kudat again and visit my favourite coffee shop and restaurant. I filled my diesel tanks and the small Chinese seafood restaurant where I could leave my dinghy allowed me to fill some jerry cans with water. This was a big help as there hasn’t been much rain lately.

A Handy Dinghy Dock

Fully refuelled and restocked I set off again a few days later to explore an interesting-looking anchorage at the NE end of Sabah. A deep inlet which looked as though it should give protection from all winds. It was wonderfully peaceful and I was the only boat there. There were a few houses ashore and what looked as if it might be a small dive resort. I anchored over sand in 4m in blissful solitude.   

Calm Anchorage at Turung Putih

Tags: Balambangan, Banggi, MItford Harbour
March 19th, 2023  |  Posted in Borneo, Cruising  |  2 Comments »

On to Banggi

Author: Shirlz

February, 2023

The Duck Pond was becoming rather crowded with an influx of yachts arriving from the Philippines, many of them French. An interesting collection of boats; at one point there were three other bright yellow ones in the harbour. We were surrounded by a cat’s cradle of lines holding the boats stern-to the wall and anchors crossing over each other ahead, I had started to feel rather trapped. It was time to move on.

Tuesday, 7 Feb
I waited for a calm day and Tony on a neighbouring boat helped me untie my shore lines. I hauled on the Fortress anchor which had been set well ahead and Speedwell’s long keel slid easily over the other boats’ crossing bow lines with the engine in neutral. The Fortress had been set out one stormy day when the Delta had dragged, again with invaluable help from Tony.  Now, it came up without any problem apart from lots of mud. We had definitely  been in one place for too long, the stern lines were encrusted with growth and green slime and I left them piled up in the cockpit while I motored the short distance around to Kudat harbour. We moved smoothly through the calm water – the bottom and the prop had been very well cleaned by Craig – and we were soon anchored a reasonable distance from the fishing fleet and within rowing distance of the Police Dock where I was hoping to be able to get ashore.

Fishing Boats in Kudat Harbour

Thursday, 9 Feb
I spent two days cleaning the shells and green slime off the lines. Not an easy job, which left the surroundings on deck in a real mess. At last all was shipshape again and I thought about getting ashore. But then the wind came up. Unless I’m really desperate I don’t choose to row my bouncy little dinghy in a busy harbour when the wind is strong and the water choppy. I decided to explore further up the bay and closer to the mangroves where there is a water-village on stilts.

A Quiet Part of the Harbour

Friday, 10 Feb
Further in, the water was calmer and I anchored in 5m in beautiful surroundings. Very happy to be in more open water again. I decided to just stay where I was for a few days. There are always enough little jobs to be done on the boat to keep me occupied and internet reception was good. I was anchored roughly opposite the stilt village but quite a way off so I was fairly suprised to hear a knock on the hull and someone shouting ‘hullo!’ It was a local guy who had swum out (about half a mile) with the aid of a blown up plastic sack for buoyancy and a pair of homemade flippers. He was very interested in my rig and didn’t seem worried about the possibility of crocodiles. Is this something they just tell the tourists?

I was planning to sail across to Pulau Banggi, an island about 23 nm away to the NE, but the wind was blowing steadily F4 to 5 from precisely that direction and there was some adverse current. I was hoping for a slight improvement as I did not want to arrive in the dark. I also needed to get ashore for supplies before setting off.

Bokkom at the Police Dock

Monday 13 Feb
I moved back closer to the dock and found a good place to leave the dinghy while I went shopping. It was good to walk around the town with it’s lively market again and I stopped for a Kopi-0 at my favourite coffee shop. Everyone so friendly.

Back on board, I got the dinghy back on deck ready to leave early the next morning.

Tuesday 14 Feb
The wind had dropped a little and backed more towards the NW and it seemed about the best we could hope for at this time of the year.  I set off quite early in the morning and was able to sail out of the harbour with the full sail up. Just wonderful to be moving again. We were able to maintain about 3 knots until nearly 2pm when the wind started to strengthen and veer more northerly. If I was going to get in before dark we needed help from the engine. So, reluctantly, we motor-sailed the rest of the way. As we approached Banggi I had to slow down a bit to allow a big ship to cross our path. The Navionics charts of the island are a bit vague and the satellite images that I had were also very indistinct but it seemed that it would be fine to enter through the channel NE of Pulau Patanunam. The sun was still high enough to see where the reef extended and the water was very clear. Plenty of room and no problems.  I found a good place to anchor in about 12m in front of the water village and easy rowing distance to the ferry dock.

Anchored at Banggi

Wednesday, 15 Feb
A beautiful, calm day so I launched the dinghy and found a place to leave her on the shore next to the fish market.  rubble-strewn, but safe. The main attraction in the little town of Karakit is the big ferry dock that extends over the water with an interesting market and some restaurants. A ferry had just arrived and the place was busy with people arriving from Kudat carrying lots of baggage. Some of the planks are a bit rickety and it’s a good idea to watch where you put your feet. Closer to the fish market there are also a few small general stores and I was able to find an edible-looking block of cheddar cheese.

Well-stocked Shops

Thursday, 16 Feb
I was busy making some toast for breakfast when a small open boat with a woman and four children came alongside to sell me a big polished conch shell for whatever I had to offer. I had been told about the sea gypsies who live on their boats in this area. The woman was very friendly and the kids were all smiling. What can one do? I bought the shell and gave them some biscuits, soap and shampoo which they seemed happy with.

Water Village at Dawn

They had not been gone long, when the wind started to pick up and within about half an hour a very intense squall blasted the bay. I don’t have an anemometer but it must have been at least F10. Fortunately it lasted less than an hour and much to my relief the anchor held. I had 50m of chain out in 12m of water and would have liked to let out more but it was too strong for me to do anything during the blow. As soon as the wind dropped a bit I put out more chain in case there was more to come. That old ‘stable door’…

I was quite happy that the squall also brought plenty of rain which helped to top up my water tanks.

Tags: Banggi, Kudat
February 17th, 2023  |  Posted in Cruising  |  3 Comments »

Kudat and a Visa Run

Author: Shirlz

December 2022

The ‘Duck Pond’ in Kudat is a very sheltered little harbour with a small marina mainly for power boats. It is possible to anchor outside of the marina and take stern lines ashore to the protecting wall that surrounds the ‘pond’. Not terribly exciting but it is a welcome opportunity to just stop for a while and take care of the mounting list of niggling boat jobs.

Speedwell moored in the Duck Pond

The harbour is surrounded by an enormous golf course and from my cockpit I can watch the more affluent citizens buzzing past in their golf carts as they proceed to the next hole. All quite civilized and all rather different from my optimistic expectations of Borneo as a land of jungle and longhouses.

Fishing Boats also use the Harbour

The water around the boat comes alive at night with shoals of fish leaping out of the water to escape some bigger predator beneath. From my cockpit during the day I’ve watched two enormous water monitor lizards stealthily looking for prey. One nearly caught a heron that was taking a break perched on a floating bamboo near to Speedwell. The bird just managed to lift off out of danger as the monitor made a treacherous lunge at him.

A Close Shave
Water Monitor after Failed Attempt

The small town of Kudat is a 20 minute walk away and has a very good fresh food market. The old part of town has some jam-packed traditional Chinese-style shops selling an amazing variety of stuff. The other end of town is more modern and has pleasant pedestrian areas with places to sit and relax.

Corner Shop in the Old Town

Lots of small restaurants and coffee shops. Although, it took me a little while to understand the local coffee scene. In most parts of the world these days there is a bewildering choice of coffees and all I ever want is a simple black. Maybe a little sugar. I have found that the magic word is ‘Americano’. That usually gets me what I’m after. Not so in Malaysia. But at last I have learnt that here the thing to ask for is Kopi-0. The 0 presumably indicating no extras. Although a little sugar is part of the deal anyway.

Waterfront Seafood Restaurant

The fishing harbour is always busy and crowded with boats supplying the big fish-market with an amazing variety of seafood. Small fish are quite artistically displayed in shining arrangements. Shrimp, squid, shark, rays, parrot fish, eels, tuna and so much more. All rather horrifying to a committed vegetarian (who does also occasionally eat fish).

My 90 day visa for Malaysia was due to expire in mid-December and as extensions are not easily given I decided to take a quick trip to Manila in the Philippines and hope for another 90 days on my return. Speedwell was safe and secure in the Duck Pond and friends on neighbouring boats would keep an eye on things. To add to my peace of mind I had also been able to seal some annoying deck leaks which had started to become a problem in the frequent torrential rain. I would have preferred to sail the fairly short, roughly 200 nm, distance to Puerto Princessa on Palawan but it would have been extremely difficult against the prevailing NE monsoon winds which had started to blow consistently and strongly. Not to mention a daunting SW trending current. And remembering that sailing to windward is not Speedwell’s strongest point.

All went according to plan and I spent an interesting week in Manila after a short flight from Kota Kinabalu. I stayed at the Malate Pensionne which is a very reasonably priced, old-style hotel in a convenient district. The interior was cool and fairly dark with solid wood panelling and floors. A security guard posted at the entrance kept undesirables at bay. The pleasant staff made for a very happy stay there.

Jeepneys in Manila

Each day I walked through the crazily busy streets to visit the recommended tourist attractions. The impressive old Fort Santiago in Intramuros, the old walled part of the city, conjured up visions of a Spanish colonial past. Rizal Park is a big open area in the city and a nice place to get some street food and find a bench at lunch time. If I was lucky I could finish before the afternoon rain started. I also visited three magnificent museums clustered around the park.

Atrium of the Natural History Museum

The Museums of Fine Arts, Anthropology and Natural History are all in massive five-storey buildings which were destroyed during the Battle of Manila when American forces bombed them to defeat the Japanese occupying forces at the end of WWII. Photos show how they were totally ruined. Now they have been rebuilt and boast acres of gleaming marble, exquisite parquet floors and an awe-inspiring atrium in the Natural History Museum. Entrance is free but strictly controlled and I had to show ID and proof of full Covid vaccination. No food or even bottled water allowed inside.

The Artificial Dolomite Beach

A short walk in the opposite direction from the hotel took me through Manila’s Korea Town and down to the shore. An attractive ‘Bay Walk’ is still in the process of construction but I was able to walk along to get a look at the Manila Marina. Then back to a section where all plastic and other garbage has been cleared away and an artificial Dolomite beach has been created to provide a pleasant place to sit and watch the sunset. Access to the beach is as strictly controlled as at the museums. No food, no swimming…just sit and look at the sea, imported sand and the sunset when it comes. For all that, it is rather beautiful.

View of the City from the Ramparts of Intramuros

The traffic in the city is amazingly chaotic with a jumbled mass of cars, trucks, jeepneys, motorcycle- and bicycle rickshaws, tuk-tuks and of course jay-walking pedestrians. I am a self-confessed caffeine junky and I needed something stronger than the hotel provided. Disappointingly all the local coffee places only seemed to open at about 10 so I frequented a handy MacDonalds situated on a busy street corner where I could usually find a seat at the window to watch the passing parade as I re-caffeinated. Just opposite was ‘Robinsons Mall’ which is probably the biggest that I have ever experienced. The very well stocked supermarket had me considering doing some serious grocery shopping and paying for extra luggage in the hold on my return flight. Common-sense prevailed.

The return trip went without a hitch and I am now happily back on Speedwell with another 90 days in Malaysia.

Tags: Kudat, Manila
December 18th, 2022  |  Posted in Borneo, Cruising, Malaysia, Philippines  |  2 Comments »

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