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Camomile on the Mend – week 4
40 days since we were hit by the lightening, 19 days since interim payment from Insurance company was agreed, 12 days since we accepted Aquilla’s quote and paid for the bulk of the new instruments but we are still waiting for most of it. Bill has been really busy fitting what we have so that when the rest of it arrives he can get straight onto it. Thankfully Monday morning 2 big boxes arrived from Aquilla, one contained the new radar dome and the other had the rest of the items we were waiting for but sadly no auto pilot hydraulic drive, still on ‘back order’. Bill agreed with them that we would be ready Thursday for the technician to come and connect the network. This would be a struggle but Bill thought he would be able to do it. Monday afternoon I went on the bus to Gelang Petang looking for conduit and found a little emporium that had what we needed.
Tuesday was wiring, wiring and more wiring. Before it got too hot Bill started the day spraying the bridgehead, new auto pilot housing, and speakers.
Then the floorboards came up. Bill fitted 2 transducers 1 for depth 1 for speed.
Now that we have the course computer and all the wires that go with it Bill was able to fit this and run all the wires ready for Mr Yap to arrive on Thursday. He sat at the chart table most of the day with his arms in the cupboard but at the end of the day he had achieved it.
It looks quite impressive, again all the boxes are much bigger than the old system but they just about fit.
All the wires are behind the panel and at the end of the day we have a chartplotter that works with AIS contacts on it. The red boat in the middle is us.
Wednesday was radar dome day. Ironically our old raydome was still working but it was analogue and our new system is digital so it had to go. Again the wires were bigger and the connector was too big to go down the A frame arch where the raydome lives. So Bill took the collar off the connector and took out the wires for the lights and horn in the starboard side so that the new wire would just about fit down inside. This was achieved with me inside pushing and Bill outside pulling the wires out with a mouse attached then we had to push the radar wire in and down. The old wire was inside the port side so that had to come out and the lights and horn wire had to go back inside there. As you can imagine there was a lot of huffing and puffing and shouting and cursing of inanimate objects but we did it and the Ray dome was fitted!
All this was going on through my lockers in the bedroom so clothes stored in the forepeak.
It’s birthday week this week and today it was Bill’s sister Kate’s birthday in NZ. Happy Birthday.
Thursday was the day the Rally were due in Kucking where we had hopped to catch up with them but we are nowhere near ready to leave yet. Yap arrived from Singapore to start fitting the instruments. As it was shopping day I disappeared for the morning, when I got back everyone was scratching their heads. It seemed there was stuff missing, there were things not working and generally everything was still in a muddle; will we ever get out of here. I managed to get Bill out for a meal that evening because he hadn’t been off the boat for over a week. Bill sent a strong email to Aquilla later that evening listing all the problems which included the fact that we still couldn’t get the SSB to work and the VHF she had brought over was the wrong one and where was the hydraulic ram for the autohelm? The good news of the day was that the little 12v TV (unheard of here) we had found on a UK website had arrived at my brother-in-law’s company and Alan was sending it out for us.
Friday was a good day because we finally got to use the gym in Traders hotel right next to the marina. Several of us have been asking about it for some time and the marina has reached an agreement with them.
Bill worked on the housing for the new autohelm controls in the hope that one day we’ll get our hydraulic ram! The old control had been on the side of the binnacle but Raymarine don’t make those any more so Bill cut a hole in the cockpit coaming for the housing he had made to take the new control. Very cleaver considering it’s humble beginning.
In response to Bill’s email Sylvester and Allyson from Aquila came with Yap in the afternoon to sort out our problems. After their trouble shooting session it was established that the SSB wasn’t working, the wind instruments at the top of the mast wasn’t working (originally we’d thought it was ok but the tests showed it had been zapped), we were short of some wires and connectors, and the VHF was the wrong one so they took it back with them along with the SSB head. The good news was that the hydraulic ram was in Singapore but unfortunately held in customs. Another birthday today, our nephew in NZ was 18. Happy Birthday Will.
First thing Saturday morning Bill went up the mast to change out the wind transducer.
Yap arrived with missing items and made good progress in the morning with the new instruments in place. Bill worked in aft cabin finishing off the Radar wires and sorting out the wires in the cupboards so I could put my clothes back.
By the end of the day all the instruments are working, including the autohelm control even though it isn’t connected to anything yet. We had a meal out that evening when we were finally able to stop.
Sunday I washed down cockpit while Bill wired speakers in and finished off the last little bits. Camomile is starting to look dressed again. As soon as it warmed up we moved inside and Bill started working on connecting up the Gas alarm. The wires had already been run through the deck locker so Bill just had to get them to the alarm, easier said than done! I had to empty my big food cupboard; the contents covered the table.
By the end of the day we had a gas alarm.
Last birthday of the week was our son Thomas.
Happy Birthday Thomas.
Still no auto pilot hydraulic drive!
Camomile on the Mend week 2
Monday 19th we took a taxi to the JB area to get some fibreglass. We had been given an address, which we gave to the taxi driver. He dropped us in the middle of an industrial area with the comment ‘will you be ok?’ which was a bit unnerving but everything was fine. We stepped through the gates of the fibreglass company to be faced with half a dozen barking dogs that were quickly pushed to one side and we were ushered inside. Two odd chairs were placed in front of a very elderly Chinese man who spoke fairly good English and whose sons produced what Bill was looking for at a fraction of the price he had expected to pay. The entire time we were sitting there we were scratching our legs, I think it was mossies and sandflies biting us although I’m not sure but I was really glad to get out of there. The fibreglass would not be allowed onto the boat until it was fumigated. We walked to the bus stop pointed out by the son but as the neighbourhood felt more like Beirut than Malaysia we decided to take the taxi into town that was sitting there instead.
Our next stop was the big mall that sold electronics to see if we could replace the TV or the music radio but all they sold were computers. No one had even heard of a 12v television. We got in the taxi to come home and I pointed to his car radio and asked him if he knew where to get one from, despite the language barrier he seemed to understand what we were after and whisked us off to a car accessory shop which sold just what we wanted. The taxi driver even managed to negotiate a further MYR50 off (about £10) before taking us back to the boat and receiving a good tip, it really pays to get help.
Bill spent the afternoon fitting the radio even though all the wiring looked very complicated. At least we don’t sit in silence now.
The next day Bill started working on a mystery object.
Any ideas?
Wednesday 21st we were ready to accept Aquila’s quote and pay over a sizable amount of money for the supply of all the new instruments. The easiest way to do this was to go to their offices in Singapore. In the morning we took a taxi to downtown JB and joined the throng on their way to Singapore on the bus, stopping to get 2 stamps in our passports on the way. We had a good day in Singapore apart from visa putting a stop on our Nationwide credit card. We discovered this after 2 phone calls to Nationwide, several calls to Aquila’s CC company and having to wait for the visa offices to open at 8am UK time (3pm Singapore time) all of which took no less than 3 hours. Eventually they released OUR money and the order was processed so now we wait for delivery in about a week.
Meanwhile they had an SSB radio set in stock so we bought it
but another 2 stamps in our passports.
Our old faithful but unusable SSB set was removed the next day and Bill rewired and fitted all the parts for the new one over the next 2 days. All we have to do now is work out how to programme it!
I try to do what I can to help, I pass tools to him like an operation theatre assistant, and tidy up behind him, along with finding things like his glasses, screwdrivers, etc that he’s always putting down and forgetting where. It’s nice to be based in the same place for a while because I’ve been able to catch up with washing, stocking up the boat and getting on with my writing. We tend to eat on board so I support Bill with cooking nice meals and of course making numerous cups of tea and coffee.
Friday morning I joined Jackie of Hokele’a at the lovely gym that’s 5 minutes drive away while leaving Bill to carry on with jobs. It might seem a bit mean but I think he likes a bit of peace.
Angela’s Holiday and Sue’s Birthday
As I sit here writing this blog my sister Angela is winging her way back to the UK. By the time I’ve posted the blog I’m sure she will have forgotten her holiday but we did have a great time. Angela arrived Sunday 27th April – 3 days after the lightening strike. Bill had spent hours trying to get enough of the boat systems working so we would be able to limp out of the marina to see a bit of the area. We spent the first couple of days in Danga bay marina in Malaysia. Although it’s easy for us to pop back and forwards to Singapore, (but you get a total of 4 stamps in your passport each time!) it’s difficult and costly to get the boat in and out so the boat remained in Malaysia. On Monday Angela and I hit the malls and she was soon leading me astray.
The rally had organised a tour of the Johor area on Tuesday so we decided to join it. The coach left at 7am and took a nice drive through the countryside to a tropical fruit farm where they showed us many different varieties of fruit, some of which I hadn’t even heard of.
After a short presentation on how their honey is produced in a very welcome cool air-conditioned room we were shown to the restaurant where the staff had prepared a smorgasbord of fruit platters for us to try. Our favourite was dragon fruit, which I’d often seen in the supermarket, now I’ll be more willing to buy some. We also tried deep fried breadfruit, which looked like parsnips but tasted like chips before moving onto a local village for lunch. On arrival the villagers provided us with a display of martial arts accompanied by some loud banging of drums. The ladies had prepared some beautiful food so, after visiting the handicraft stalls we got back in the coach with very full stomachs! With palm trees stretching as far as one could see our next stop was a visit to a factory where huge bundles of palm nuts are turned into oil. As we got out of the coach the smell was awful, Angela and I had a quick look at what they were doing then retreated to the coach. We continued on to the ruins of a 16th century fort and though little remained, there was a nice museum and amazing views of Singapore from the raised area the fort was built on.
Our last stop was a crocodile farm where we watched the owner call and feed dozens of crocs. Ang and I thought there were too many to each pen climbing over each other to get to the smelly chicken that was being thrown their way. A walkway had been constructed over the pens so you could look down on the reptiles though we lost count of how many there were however 500 wouldn’t have been an over estimate… they really didn’t have very much room. All in all it was a long day but a good first outing. I would have liked to show more photos but my new camera has eaten them and won’t give them back, the outing photos are from Jacqui on Jackster.
Wednesday we stayed on the boat so Angela could start her sun bathing and all packed our bags ready for Singapore. Thursday 1st May saw us starting our journey from Johor Bahru (JB) to cross the border to Singapore. As I said the boat was in Malaysia and since Singapore gained its independence in 1965 it’s now a separate country with borders and bureaucracy to cross. The trip started with a bus from the marina to JB Sentral where you walk through C.I.Q. to the Malaysian border control, much like airport departure gates. As we were walking through the elevated glass sided halls the taxis were visible as they queued underneath us to get through passport control. We’ve done the journey in a taxi and a bus and I think the bus is quicker, even though there’s a lot of walking. After we had been stamped out of Malaysia we went down the escalator into no mans land and the buses. For the princely sum of MYR1.30 (about 25p) you get on a bus and cross the causeway bridge. The buses are always packed to the gunnels and the last one in is given a push so the driver can shut the door. Fortunately although there’s a 50kph speed limit you’re lucky if the traffic moves at 10kph so it’s quite safe. On the Singapore side you have to go up the escalator, over the top of the taxis again, have your passport stamped and down the escalator on the other side into Singapore and back onto the bus, although not necessarily the same one, and your MYR1.30 carries you to the first Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) station where you can get to most parts of Singapore on this over/underground metro system. The whole process can take several hours. We took the MRT to Lavender and walked to our hotel.
The Arton was clean and modern but the rooms were tiny, they had everything you needed though and the beds were comfy. The hotel was on the edge of Little India so having dropped our bags we took a little walk. I thought for once we weren’t going to do any thing to do with boats – WRONG.
Little India is also next to Sim Lim towers where they have lots of electronic shops but as it was the 1st May bank holiday in Singapore most of the shops were closed. Bill just had to make do with a bit of window-shopping. The deal was for every 5 minutes in Sim Lim towers Ang and I could have half an hour in the proper shops so 30 minutes of wandering gave us 3 hours in Orchard road.
The whole road consists of mall after mall. We found a good one and started shopping; shoes were bought!
The top floor was a huge food court so we had dinner there before heading back to the hotel.
The next morning was my birthday and we started it off wantonly with chocolate waffles in a local food market. As time was limited we had decided the best way to see the city was a morning coach tour. The guide was very informative giving us lots of interesting explanations as we were driving along.
The first stop was the famous Merlion park where the symbol of Singapore stood. The statue has the head of a lion, a fish like body, stands 8.6 metres high, weighs in at 70 tonnes and is one of Singapore’s most well known icons. The Merlion is representative of Singapore’s humble beginnings as a fishing village.
It’s set against the backdrop of sky scrappers in Singapore’s CBD.
Overlooking the park were the triple towers of the Marina Bay Sands hotel where room prices start at S$340 (£170) a night and that doesn’t include breakfast.
We got back in the coach and continued on our drive through China town to the Thian Hock Keng temple. Singapore’s oldest and most important Hokkien temple was a haven of tranquillity. Built between 1839 and 1842 it was once the favourite landing point of Chinese sailors before reclamation pushed the sea almost a kilometre down the road. Upon completion of the temple southbound immigrants who had just landed or northbound immigrants heading back to China would always stop by the temple facing the waterfront to pray for calm waves and a safe journey; It stuck a chord some how.
The carvings in the ceiling were amazing. Angela and I were given some josh sticks to say a prayer with and light, which we did for Mum.
Our next stop was a chocolate shop (who picked this tour?) where the assistants were waiting to hand out samples to encourage us to buy their wares; we didn’t disappoint them. Pride of place in the window was a chocolate lion; lucky he didn’t lose that paw.
We drove around more of the city before heading up to the viewpoint on Mount Faber. Although it’s only 105 metres high it’s one of the highest points in Singapore giving a fabulous 360º panoramic view. In 1857 it was decided to build a fort for fear of revolt among the local Indian sepoys. Defence work was carried out and granite gun emplacements were completed halfway up the hill but Mount Faber never became a fort and instead an observatory was built there in 1905.
To the south the famous Sentosa island could be seen with it’s designer apartments but to the north was just mile after mile of the high risers of inner city living all under the watchful gaze of another Merlion statue.
We were taken back to our hotel in time to change and get back on the MRT in time for tea at the Tiffin tearooms in the famous Raffles Hotel, for my birthday treat. As it was my birthday they gave us a very nice table right next to the harp.
There was a 3 tiered cake tray already on the table with 3 of each sandwich on the bottom tier and 3 of each cake on the top two tiers. The waiter directed us to a buffet table, which had some hot items, as well as more cakes, and a table with a selection of fruit. After finishing the first lot of sandwiches they brought more. As we hadn’t eaten lunch we made a big dent in their buffet.
All the time the harpist was playing beautiful music before striking up with Happy Birthday when the staff brought out a surprise cake with a candle and Happy Birthday Sue on it. I was over whelmed and speechless (not a natural condition for me(Bill added that bit)) but I soon recovered and blew my candle out.
It was a delicious chocolate cake although we couldn’t work out what the filling was but it tasted divine. I was going to save the chocolate name for the boys who both love white chocolate but I appear to have mislaid it – sorry boys!
I even had my 4 cards to open at the table (courtesy of Ang who had brought them with her).
Angela and I decided to explore the hotel a bit although a lot of areas are for residents only. This was the amazing hallway. Then we found the bathroom and took a selfie through the mirror, it was beautifully decorated.
After we had eaten all the sandwiches, pastries, fruit and cakes we could manage and drank numerous cups of tea we rounded off the afternoon by adjourning to the iconic Long Bar for – What else? A genuine Singapore sling (although Angela and I choose a tropical cocktail version because they sounded nicer).
One of the places we had driven past in the morning was Suntec City where it’s said ‘you can buy everything under the sun’. As it was just around the corner we made our way there. It consists of 5 buildings the proportion of 4 fingers against ‘the thumb’ which was behind me. In the centre of this open “palm” lies the Fountain of Wealth which has featured in the Guiness Book of Records as the world’s largest fountain. It is said if you walk around the fountain 3 times you will come into money so of course we just had to do that.
The fountain was quite beautiful; the water jets were rotating in an interesting and continually varying pattern as we walked around them.
We continued to the night market in Chinatown where stepping out of the MRT we immediately entered an area that was more about the vibe than the shops. Restored shophouses looked down on a mixture of retro stalls selling mostly cheap tat.
One shop that caught Bill’s eye was the TinTin shop so, having been a fan as a young boy, he wanted his photo taken with Captain Haddock before admiring the stacks of TinTin memorabilia. Along a bit there were lots of delicious looking street food stalls but sadly, still stuffed from our tea, we didn’t get to try anything.
It was an easy several hours spent looking around and enjoying the atmosphere before it was time to be making our way back to MRT station but, on our way back I spotted these. If you’ve ever wondered where to buy those awful cat ornaments with the waving arms, well here they are. S$10 is about £5. If I’d paid £5 for 3 I think I’d have been robbed! The next morning I allowed Bill the time to go back to look at Sim Lim towers while Angela and I went back to Orchard road for more shopping. More shoes were bought but not by me this time then that afternoon we headed back to the causeway bridge to repeat the customs journey back into Malaysia.
Sunday 4th May we started Camomile’s engine and slowly motored down the Johor straits to the sea. Bill anchored the boat at the entrance ready for our early morning start the next day motoring around the south of Singapore island. Angela coped well with her first night at anchor and also without the air-conditioning unit, which can only run when we have power in a marina. We had sundowners watching the many ships passing through the Singapore straits against the sun set.
The sun was just coming up when we weighed anchor the next morning giving us a beautiful sunrise to watch. There were many ships of all sizes anchored and this local fishing boat was busy taking photos of us taking photos of them.
Tug and tows are the bane of our lives in these waters,they don’t have AIS and they rarely display the correct lights at night. It can be quite unnerving coming across one in the dark as they chug along with barges the size of a small island following.
It was interesting to see the CBD from the deck of the boat although we couldn’t get very close and Singapore is patrolled by many small police boats which are constantly watching for any one entering Singapore waters illegally. They are quite obsessive about it.
It took all day to motor the length of the island before clearing Singapore waters and anchoring off the Malaysian peninsular on the eastern side. Tuesday 6th was another early start because we had to motor all the way to the first island to make sure we had a calm anchorage. Since Mum died last year Angela has had a difficult time and I’ve been nagging her to come and stay with us so I could show her some deserted islands and catch a glimpse of the life we lead. After the lightening strike I didn’t think we were going to get there but we had made it. Fortunately the one instrument left partially working was the depth gauge, without it we wouldn’t have been able to leave the marina so someone up there was helping us. The sails came out for some of the journey and we had a good tide most of the day but the engine stayed on. Bill had rigged up the emergency tiller pilot to the Hydrovane so he didn’t have to hand steer all the way as the autopilot was another victim of the lightning. We used my new Samsung tab for Navigation, not ideal but better than nothing. So we limped along to Pulau Sibu, our first deserted island, although it had a village on it and a big resort around the corner. The next morning we went ashore and had a drink in a little café looking over the beach before walking through the village. There were palm trees everywhere and cows roaming freely. The little houses looked very well kept but the heat of the sun was very strong. The three of us walked back along the beach but it was really hot so we retreated back to the boat. (Sorry no pictures we left our camera behind!) In the afternoon Bill moved the boat to the next island and anchored on the south side of the island. It was such a good decision because that night a storm blew up. Although the wind instruments weren’t working Bill felt we had 50kts winds blowing over us and put more and more anchor chain out, hoping the anchor would hold. Luckily Angela didn’t seem worried about it and was busy watching the lightening. With winds coming from the north we were well protected. The storm lasted for several hours before the winds subsided and the sea returned to normal. By the morning everything had returned to normal. We learnt a few days later that it had caused quite a bit of damage and was only the 5th bad storm they had had like that in the last eight years, lucky us!
Thursday 8th May we finally found a little deserted island. With the dinghy loaded with deckchairs, etc we took the dinghy over to it and were the first footsteps in the sand.
Angela started a shell hunt of which we found several nice ones. It was lovely and peaceful. As we were walking along the beach a beautiful butterfly fluttered past; was Mum watching us playing?
I put my snorkel and fins on to discover a wonderful world just a short distance off the beach. Not so many fish but lots of coral, Angela decided she didn’t want to have a go, chicken!
The water was beautifully warm and we just laid in it with the waves lapping over us. Paradise. In the distance we could see One Tree island, that is it’s name on the chart and sure enough it had one tree on it.
As the tide was out we clambered over the rocks at the end of the beach to find another beautiful beach round the corner, again, deserted. I love the silence of these places, just the birds calling and the lapping of the waves, stunning. On our way back to the boat Bill motored very slowly over the coral so Ang could look down onto it from the safety of the dinghy. Continuing on later that day to Pulau Besar which had a really nice yachtie friendly resort. The restaurant was available to non-residents so we ate out that evening. The owner had just bought a catamaran and wanting to make a good impression on the yatching fraternity offered us a drink on the house. That’s the way to do it! Free is cruiser price.
Angela and I went to the loo later in the evening, I wouldn’t normally mention this but the bathrooms were the most ornate I had ever seen. All marble with gold patterns, simply amazing.
The view from the restaurant was superb looking out across the boats. Two other rally boats turned up the next day. Ang decided she wanted to spend the afternoon sunbathing on the beach. As I was battling with a nasty cold I decided not to join her. When she returned she realised why we don’t sit on the beaches here because she was covered in sand fly bites all up the backs of her legs, hundreds of them.
That evening when we went ashore for dinner again and made sure we were sprayed for mossies too. As we were at the bar with the other four that evening we all got another round of drinks on the house. This is why we get ‘stuck’ in places like this. Photos courtsey of Janice on Zoa
The original plan for Angela’s holiday was to spend a week in the islands and then put her on a bus back to Singapore on Tuesday 13th but with the boat in the state it was we needed to get back to the JB area to get it sorted. So Saturday 10th we motored over to Mersing on the main land to pick up some supplies before motoring back to Pulau Sibu, the first island for an overnight stop before a very early start the next day for the 2 day motor back to Puteri harbour.
Sunday 11th was Angela’s last night at anchor and we all watched a beautiful sunset. On the Monday we arrived back at Puteri harbour and put the air conditioning back on. Angela had one more day so we spent it shopping, of course.
In the evening we joined a group of people from the marina and went to the night market in the next village. I like shopping in these markets but I think Angela was horrifed, she’s used the pristine shelves of the English supermarkets.
4am Wednesday 14th May saw us all getting into a taxi for the trip back across the causeway, to Singapore airport, to home for Angela. Tears were shed but I think she had a nice time and nice rest. Byebye Ang see you soon. x
Camomile struck by lightning!
Crrraaaack, an arc weld blue flash in the cockpit came at the same moment as the earsplitting sound of the lightning. Sue and I had been cowering down in the saloon for the past hour tensely counting off the seconds between the flashes of forked lightning and the roar of the thunder. The deluge hammered the water around the marina flat and drummed relentlessly on the coach roof. We had been taking care to keep our hands away from anything metal and had already packed all our computers and other electronics safely into the two metal lined boxes we use as Faradays cages to protect them from electrical surges.
Our count between flash and bang had started at about 12 seconds which according to lore means that the strike is as about as many miles away but it soon went to 5 then 3 and the frequency was viciously quick so there was no hesitation about putting our stuff away even though we had done it scores of times before for what had turned out to be false alarms.
Then I thought I smelled smoke so I ventured a head up the companionway but all seemed to be in order on deck from what I could see through the driving rain.
A few seconds later one of the saloon lamps went out accompanied by a small phuT and a wisp of very smelly smoke.
It was at that moment I realised that we might have been struck and when the other three lights went out one by one we started to look more carefully around us. Sue spotted that some of the breakers had gone out on the DC distribution panel but it soon became obvious that nearly half of the LED indicators were not working. By now the anger had gone out of the storm and flashes were tracking further and further away so when Sue suggested trying the instruments I agreed that it should be safe to try this. We found that the Raymarine wind, speed, and graphic instruments were all dead and the remaining depth was making a protesting squeaky alarm noise. The chart plotter did not work either and the autopilot failed to engage. It was very clear that the whole system was badly compromised.
We wondered what else could have been affected so we carefully searched the boat for scorch marks or smells of smoke. It seemed ok but by now we were late for the civic function that had been called in honour of the visiting yachts at Danga Bay Marina near Singapore with the Sail Malaysia East Rally. In the end we decided to attend, though we were hardly in the mood for it, but the Malaysians rolled out a superb evening that took the edge off our darker mood for a moment.
We made made an interem visit back to the boat to check up on her and finally, on our return, we checked through the exterior navigation lights while it was dark and easy to see them but all seemed ok so we decided to go through the boat’s systems with a fine toothcomb the next morning and settled down for what turned out to be a calm night.
The following mornning did not start well as Sue opened the fridge and realised that it was not working. By then I had worked out that the AIS was completely dead and its circuit breaker was shot. And it went on, the Eberspacher diesel domestic water heater, the gas and co alarms, the TV and both the music radio and its speakers. The VHF had lost a channel and the Navtex sparodically lost its memory. Although there was no obvious damage or scorching on deck it was clear that the hit had been very close and we were both appauled and upset by what we had found so far. I cringed at the thought of starting up the engine to find out whether that was still with us and although it started first pop the DC metre showed its alternators charging at dangerously high voltages so I shut it straight down noting that iroincally the LCD engine hours metre on the starter panel which had faded into nothing a year or so ago was showing a reading again!
My euphoria over this small victory was short lived though as it struck me that we were stuck here until we could at least get the engine and depth sounder going and, worse still, Angela, Sue’s sister who was one of those who had so kindly looked after us when were back in the UK for Christmas, was coming out for a well deserved holiday on the boat in time for Sue’s birthday celebration in a few short days time. That was a low point as the whole event sunk in and our plans fell apart in front of our eyes, we would not even be able to join our new freinds on the rally it seemed.
Through this I had emailed Chris, our Topsail Insurance broker who was both responsive and supportive. He must have moved heaven and earth to arrange with the underwriters RSA to get Geoff Holland a local (Brit) surveyor from Braemar down to the boat just two days later so that we could kick off the process of making a claim and getting the damaged repaired. We spoke over the phone and Skype and his positive attitude bouyed me up, perhaps we could get through this after all.
Four days later, Angela is aboard and though we still have no fridge (just an ice box) and no main autopilot I have jury rigged and brought enough backup systems on line to allow us to move again… Limping.
We plan to enjoy Angela’s stay, hopefully show her a desert island, and at the same time gather information from suppliers and contractors for the insurers so that when she leaves we can get to the business of rebuilding Camomile back to 100% as soon as it is feasible. With luck, a following wind and the the support of Topsail/RSA, who knows, we may still catch up with our freinds
Watch this space……
On to Phomn Penh
A little late but here is the first half of our Cambodia trip.
People have been living in the area of Cambodia for over 7000 years and the Khmer Empire had its golden age in the 9th to the 13th centuries, when among some of the world’s largest and most ornate temple complexes were built there, most notably Angkor Wat.
In the 19th century it became part of French Indochina when some of these treasures were rediscovered deep in the jungle which had swallowed them as the fortunes of the country declined over the centuries in numerous conflicts with its neighbours. The Vietnam War extended into Cambodia, giving rise to the Khmer Rouge lead by the fanatical communist Pol Pot. When American forces withdrew he was able to seize power in a brutal bid to establish a peasant utopia. While attempting this he comitted the Cambodian Genocide, which lasted from 1975 to 1979 and caused the deaths of at least 1.5 million Cambodians. 1 in 5 of the population. Just as horrific was that, though this monster was deposed by a Vietnamese invasion in ’79, he was still recognised as a legitimate leader by the UN over a decade later and trials for war crimes did not even start until well into the next millennium. By this time he had lived a full life, had enjoyed his grandchildren and had died in his eighties. The good people of France, Britain and America, to their shame, had stood by while evil quietly triumphed. After years of isolation the war-ravaged nation was reunited in 1993 under the monarchy and her phlegmatic but friendly people are working hard to earn tourist dollars to help rebuild their land.
Visiting the Killing Fields at Choeung Ek, one of more than 300 extermination camps, half an hour southwest west along a dusty road out of Phnom Penh is a very moving experience and not for the feint of heart.
The audio-phone presentation treats the matter with great sensitivity as it describes the history of this place and walks you in the footsteps of the condemned to depressions in the ground which mark the perimeter of mass graves. Here insanity was visited on upwards of 9000 souls not with gas or gun but with knife and bludgeon.
For every one the victims whose haunting empty eyes gaze sightess through the glass casements of the central monument there were a thousand more who perished miserably in the fields under the brutal forced labour of a false ethos.
Cambodia’s wish is that their loss should stand for the world to see and, so doing, hope to prevent it happening again. Futile perhaps, as the human catastrophes continue in the Middle East and Africa let alone what’s happening behind the closed doors of North Korea, but a worthy sentiment nonetheless.
S21 the Toul Sleng Genocide Museum, at one time a secondary school, lies back in the city. This was a prison for political prisoners and their families where confessions were tortured out of the victims before they were taken to the Killing Fields. The process was meticulously recorded and includes walls full of dark and disturbing photos of the dazed and frightened arrivals to this hell. A harrowing museum but one which at least has the merit of providing much evidence and incentive to peruse the criminals.
This had been an emotionally exhausting day so we were pleased to return to The Landscape Hotel overlooking the river and shower the dust of the road from our bodies. We ate quietly that evening at a small Nepalese restaurant up a side street from the hotel which served the best food of our whole trip washed down with a large jug of beer for about £5 each.
The Royal Palace sits in a large compound about 10 minutes walk from the hotel. It is a complex of superb ornate buildings which serves as the royal residence of the king of Cambodia and was first occupied by Royalty in the 1860’s when it was built for that purpose.
It has cool shady cloisters around the silver pagoda with an amazingly detailed mural on the inner wall which is currently being carefully restored.
In the same area there is also a scale model of Angkor Wat. As I looked over the epic scale of the model, our next destination, started to dawn on me. We both could not wait to get on the bus and head on to Siem Reap, the largest town in the province and also our rendezvous with our son James who had been travelling in Vietnam since we were in Laos.
To say that the coach headed down the road to Siem Reap is to overstate the condition of the ground we travelled over. It took 7 hours of jouncing in and out of potholes, swerving around half finished bridge foundations and I’m certain that the driver was a mate of that looney in Laos. In a couple of years, when they have finished the widening it’ll be great but for now it was pretty uncomfortable. So our next adventure was to visit Angkor wat.
Stop gap in Kuala Lumpur
Our next country of destination was Cambodia however Sue had discovered that it cost more than three times as much to fly directly from Laos as it did to return 2.5 hours to the Kuala Lumpur hub of AirAsia (the Easyjet of these parts) turn around and then fly almost on a backbearing to Cambodia. As this had the extra benefit of putting us in KL on Chinese New Year if we stayed an extra day a new schedule was hatched. We walked to Vientiane airport, took the plane, got a bus, cracked the metro system, and arrived late afternoon at our small £20 per night hotel room complete with a view of the KL tower and the Petronas twin towers. Result!
The scene at night.
We enjoyed several performances of Dragon dancing over the weekend cumulating in one outside the iconic Petronis towers performed by a world champion troupe.
These acrobats not only had our hearts in our mouths as they balanced on the top of a series of steel columns to dance but also brought the character of their dragon to life as it raced back and forth with faux falls every so often to make the crowd gasp.
The mall under the towers was equally impressive with every designer shop you could think of including several shoe shops.
The central atrium had a colourful display of a horse surrounded by spring blossom to celebrate the year of the horse.
We watched a clever face changing performance where the girls removed mask after mask to reveal different expressions, it wasn’t until the end that we worked out how they were doing it.
We will return later in the year to climb the Petronis towers as, by the time we got there the day’s tours were full but instead decided to go to the top of the nearby KL Tower which has a stunning view of the stainless steel twins and the rest of the city too.
This picture taken from the tower shows our hotel just behind the church.
The time raced by and soon we departed from the ML Inn, a clean and friendly no frills hotel, to the by now rather familiar airport for the next chapter of our shore adventure.


































































































































































































