Sending lots of love to my father who has had to undergo a horrific operation today.
I hope there are no more complications for you, and that you are feeling a bit better soon.
Lots of love
Robert
xxx
Archive for November, 2013
After a delightfully lazy evening with the Dumpletons it is time to get out and about in Singapore. I spend the day with Lou, and after dropping Archie off at school we head off to the waterfront.
In recent years there has been a massive land reclamation project here on the island, which has moved the whole of the southern shore a staggering kilometre out to sea.
The city state is almost entirely dependent on trade and you can see how much shipping passes through the area by the number of boats on the horizon in these shots.
We enjoyed a lovely lunch before checking out the results of a sandcastle building contest being undertaken by a group of school children further down the beach.
The heat here is relentless and it required a recovery nap at home before I was able to go out and join Rick at his office on the 35th floor in town.
The tower looks down on the Singapore Flyer, which is the world’s largest ferris wheel, and the adjacent pit lane buildings which are unused apart from when the Formula 1 circus is in town.
Rick and I then headed off to the magnificent Marina Bay Sands Hotel for a beer.
It was only one beer there though because it smashed the record for the most expensive pints thus far on my tour. $43 for two beers was unbelievable but I suppose that somehow they have to pay for the upkeep of the huge pool lined with palm trees that runs along the top of the building fifty five floors up. On of the best views in the city is peering out over the edge of the infinity pool looking down on the illuminated skyline of the financial district.
With all my gear on my back or in my hands it is thankfully just a short walk from the Harris Hotel to the Sindoferry terminal.
I am as close to the equator as I have been on this trip or indeed ever before and have to say that the heat is brutal here. The air and the water are both so hot that there is no respite on offer for finding shade or taking a dip in the sea.
The ride on the ferry is air conditioned though and is very quick, so it only takes me an hour to get into Singapore. Unusually it is also the first time on this trip that I have arrived in a country travelling by the sea.
I will be staying with my former neighbours in London, Rick and Lou, whose flat was just a few balconies along from my own. I actually saw Rick for a few drinks when I arrived in Australia earlier on my travels because he was in town on business, but I get to see him and Louise this time round, as well as their two boys Archie and Dylan.
My flight on the little plane had only got me as far as Padang in Sumatra. It is a bit grim and having spent a night there on my way out to the Mentawai Islands I didn’t fancy another!
It was still before eleven o’clock in the morning so I though I would try and bring forward my connecting flight from Padang to Batam Island near Singapore rather than spend the next twenty eight hours in the Axana Hotel waiting around.
I was stunned that changing my ticket was only going to be 200,000 Rupiah or 20 Dollars. Making the change also meant that I could get on a plane within half an hour too, so it wasn’t a tough decision to make once I had collected my bags.
The flight from Padang to Batam was very quick and I was able to sort out my ferry ticket and a hotel room whilst I waited for my bags to be unloaded off the plane
A cheap taxi ride over to the Harris Hotel next to the ferry terminal and I was soon enjoying the air conditioning and free wifi in my room.
I was pretty tired too after a day which had started two boat rides and two flights back before dawn, so decided that a nap was in order too.
I woke in time to enjoy a pizza and some beer in the restaurant before finally getting to watch the first of The Hobbit trilogy on the HBO channel in my room.
The wifi gave me the opportunity to finally upload my Mentawai pictures and time to reflect on my time in the Islands.
The following morning I had to say selamat tinggal to Indonesia for the last time on this trip. I thoroughly enjoyed my visits to all the various islands I have stayed on. The waves here have been as good as I have always heard they were, so there is a good chance of me returning here in the future.
It is time for me to move on once more, and my first issue was getting to the airport. It was achieved by a speedboat ride before dawn to the ferry terminal in Tua Pajet, which is the capital of the Mentawai Islands.
The ferry had arrived shortly before we did and it was fascinating watching such a big boat have it’s cargo unloaded at the rate of two chickens at a time. Clearly the porters were in for a long day.
My connecting boat was in the water near the ferry as expected, but sadly without anybody on board who could take me the next hop to Rokot Airfield.
I waited around and eventually they turned up having decided to finally get out of bed.
We bumped another forty minutes across the water before arriving at the airfield whose runway is only 800 metres long. The terminal that you see here wasn’t huge either.
In it there was great amusement when everyone’s baggage and its owners were weighed on scales to make sure the plane wasn’t overloaded. The check in girl took great delight in telling everybody else that I weighed nearly twice as much as the next person taking the flight.
I had been more than a tad nervous when told that I would be going on a twelve seater plane. Not because I was worried about flying, but because any plane that small was quite likely to have issues with an 8’0″ surfboard.
Despite asking then clerk to ensure it could be accommodated when booking the flight, the plane nor the pilots were expecting it.
It could certainly be accommodated on the plane but the pilots had arrived without the tools necessary to remove the seats because nobody had warned them to expect my red board, which unsurprisingly did not fit in the cargo hold.
One of the pilots called David, was British and actually used to visit his grandparents in my home town of Llandudno in North Wales every month when he was growing up.
It was a tad bizarre chatting about the Empire Hotel on the other side of the world as we tried to figure a way of getting the board onto the flight.
Various options were tried and discarded as we tried to find a solution holding up the flight for everybody else.
Ultimately the two pilots of Susi Air were willing to take off with this bodged solution in operation. You will note that we gaff taped the board to the inside of the plane, and then used my leashes to secure it to some of the seats.
It is well documented that I have not been very impressed with airlines on this trip but the guys, who will shortly be filmed about their work for a channel 4 documentary really did everything they could to help me avoid sleeping with my board on the floor of the ferry I had seen unloading earlier.
Once my board was ‘secure’ all the passengers boarded the plane with myself being strategically placed in the middle of the fuselage and under the wings. I might have to consider dieting once back in the UK if my current girth now affects the safe flight of aircraft!
It was short and uneventful flight only coloured by the lady next to me who was clearly unhappy every time a tight turn was made in the plane, repeatedly grabbing my knee in fear when it happened
Nipussi is a break that we visited on our previous trip across the Indian Ocean to the Playgrounds area, but I had simply been too tired to go in when we arrived. The sun had beaten the life out of me.
It breaks close to the shore and Cahn had suspected that the winds today would be perfect here, so we took the risk of leaving Burgerworld where there was nobody else in the water and motored across to this break.
There were only a couple of guys in the water when we arrived and it didn’t take me long to get over the side and join them, whilst David and the others who had spent the morning surfing rather than fixing dings, took some shelter from the sun.
I wasn’t waiting long before my first ride which just broke beautifully, peeling right all the way towards the beach. I was loving such a perfect wave on my forehand too.
The waves broke like this for the whole of the session and knowing it was my last in the Mentawai Islands I made the most of it, skating along the vertical walls of water that I could drag my hands in and getting really long rides.
I had so much fun here and was beaming after nearly two hours in the water. The sun was out for most of the session which fogged the camera up almost straight away, but the memories of my surfing will be crystal clear in my own head for many years to come. A great way to say goodbye to the Mentawais.
My options for the last day at Aloita were do nothing or stump up 50% of the cost to take the yellow boat across to Playgrounds once more. I didn’t need much persuading!
The weather on the journey across was miserable and the wind was biting through everything. Being the Boy Scout I am I had taken a windproof jacket with me, but not everybody had the same foresight. You can see David here trying to shelter from the elements under my towel.
It took us two hours in the driving rain to reach Burgerworld, which was on the limit of the boat’s fuel capacity, and everybody was cold when we arrived.
If the sight of the waves breaking off the point didn’t warm your heart, getting into the sea certainly would. The temperature of the water is nearly 30C, so it was like getting into a hot bath. The chill I had acquired on the journey across instantaneously vanished.
Things didn’t start very well for me here though. After paddling right up to the point and catching my first wave my leash once more got ripped off my leg when I wiped out, sending my board in towards the volcanic rocks and coral lining the shore of the uninhabited island.
Cahn chased my board but it was on the rocks before he could get to it, and I then had a nervy swim in through the breaking waves, rocks and coral to join him on the shore. You can see the two of us inspecting the camera which was miraculously unscathed by its journey in through the dangerous shallow water.
The board didn’t get off so lightly though and there were two huge gouges cut into the base where the rocks and coral had torn it open.
The fins were just scratched though and it was good enough to get me back to the boat, even if I didn’t enjoy scraping across a few more sharp objects on the way back out to sea from the island.
It was still the start of my session and David was only just getting in when I made it back to the boat, so I decided to try and fix the holes to see if I could get back into the water quickly. Fortunately I had decided to put my ding repair kit into the bag I take on the boat for the first time today, so had everything readily available for me to start working on the damage.
The biggest issue was finding shade to work in. The solar resin I use would cure in minutes in the UK but took seconds under the equatorial sun. After a couple of failed attempts I got there eventually with a little bit of help from the crew of the boat holding a towel above me as I worked.
Then having made the board water tight I sanded down the rough edges and paddled back out making sure that my leash was securely fastened. (It has become an annoying problem that I cant resolve due to the lack of surf shops here, but is going to have to be replaced in Sri Lanka if not before. Your surfboard is often your lifeboat, so I must have faith that it will remain attached to my leg, and at the moment I have none!)
I couldn’t resist catching a few more of the gorgeous rights on offer here though, even if I was nervous about my leash the whole time.
As you can see I did respectably well in the set waves which would come through every few minutes and caught a number of rides quite quickly on my patched up board.
I didn’t stay in long before joining the others to have lunch on the boat, but was still stoked after quite an eventful session.
After my encounter with the local snake I have been paying particular attention to the wildlife on the island I am staying on.
Whilst walking down the path the other day the bright yellow throat of a lizard on a tree caught my eye.
There was a number of them and they were no bigger than your average gecko.
However these ones have a little trick up their sleeves, or more specifically hidden under their body.
As I got nearer to take a photograph it ran up towards the top of the coconut tree and then launched itself towards the next one producing a set of wings that it uses to glide the distance between them.
It is quite impressive and reminds me of Batman’s cape.
However no vigilante crime fighting is on the cards here. I am guessing that it is just a skill learned over time to avoid walking on the jungle floor and the other things that live there.
Welcome Drinks
My Place
Aloita
Front Garden
Ombak Tidur
The Bar
Iceland Sunshine
Dropping into Iceland
Some reefs are deeper than others
Washing my shorts
Falling with style
Mentawai reef
Clara and Lucas
Johannes and Nico
Seven Palms
Surfing through a gap in the space time continuum
Telescopes 1
Telescopes 2
Telescopes 3
Telescopes 4
Telescopes 5
Telescopes 6
Telescopes 7
Telescopes 8
Mentawai Tattoo
The Banana Boat
Telescopes Fun
More fun at Telescopes
A-Frames
4 Bobs
David under a double rainbow
Aloita Sunset
A lazy day today after being exhausted from eleven hours under the equatorial sun yesterday, so here is some surf humour thanks to Keith Sheriffe back in London.
Q: Why is surfing like sex?
A: When it’s good, it’s really, really good. And when it’s bad…..it’s still pretty good.
Two surfers are at getting ready to paddle out. One says to the other, “Hey, guess what! I got a new longboard for my wife!”
The other replies, “Great trade!”
While surfing off the Florida coast, a tourist snapped his board. He could swim, but his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the broken board. Spotting and old beachcomber standing on the shore, the tourist shouted, “Are there any gators around here?!” “Naw,” the man hollered back, “they ain’t been around for years!” Feeling safe, the tourist started swimming leisurely toward the shore. About halfway there he asked the guy, “How’d you get rid of the gators?” “We didn’t do nothin’,” the beachcomber said, “The sharks got ’em.”
Alex and three of his surfing buddies have gone surfing every Saturday for most of their lives. One Saturday, the guys are surfing near a highway when a funeral processional drives by. Alex stands up on his board and places his hand over his heart. This processional is huge and takes nearly five minutes to pass. Once it passes, Alex sits down on his board and waits for the next wave. Needless to say his buddies are floored by his actions. One of them finally speaks up and says, “That was a respectful thing you did there when they went by.” Alex replied, “It seems the least I could do seeing as how I’ve been married to the woman for over thirty years!”
And finally
Surfing Wisdom Give a man a surfboard, and you’ve distracted him for a day. Teach a man to surf, and you can’t get him to work.
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