Speedwell of Hong Kong

Still in Puerto Princesa

Wednesday, August 16th, 2023

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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. 

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.

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Puerto Princesa

Tuesday, May 30th, 2023

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.

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.

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.

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 75^th 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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All Stops to Puerto Princesa

Friday, April 28th, 2023

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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!

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.

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Kudat and a Visa Run

Sunday, December 18th, 2022

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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