Swaggie's wanderings

Vessel Name: Sir Swagman
Vessel Make/Model: Seeker 42
Hailing Port: Pittwater, Sydney
10 October 2013 | Na Jomtien, Thailand
07 October 2013 | Koh Samui
06 October 2013 | Koh Samui
03 October 2013 | Redang to Samui
02 October 2013 | Redang
01 October 2013 | Redang
30 September 2013 | Terengganu
28 September 2013 | Tioman
27 September 2013 | Singapore to Tioman
26 September 2013 | Singapore (still)
21 September 2013 | Raffles marina, Singapore
18 September 2013 | Nongsa Point, Bataam
17 September 2013 | Nonsa Point, Bataam
14 September 2013 | Sirutu
14 September 2013 | Sirutu
13 September 2013 | Sirutu
10 September 2013 | National Park
09 September 2013 | Tanjung Pintak national Park
08 September 2013 | Kumia township
06 September 2013 | Kumia township
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10 October 2013 | Na Jomtien, Thailand

Last Leg

The early start was moved to a late in the day one, calculating arrival times etc seemed to make this sensible. The weighing anchor again was problematic, taking some time to get fully raised and stowed with jamming in the hawse pipe the issue. The chain was twisted and jumping off the gypsy causing [...]

07 October 2013 | Koh Samui

Island Time

Koh Samui is a bigger island than I expected, not that I am sure what I expected, just that the expectation was smaller as far as islands go. We had anchored at the first spot that afforded some shelter and a chance for rest, but it meant that we would be on the ‘wrong’ side of the island for the [...]

06 October 2013 | Koh Samui

Gulf Wars

Now I know there were two Bushes that had done this before us, but they had the benefit of doing it from a nice comfortable, stable office. In one case having nothing more taxing to decide than how many is a Brazilian and whether a nucular device was called for, or in fact would work, if pronounced and [...]

03 October 2013 | Redang to Samui

Paradise Left and Lost

Raising the anchor proved to be a problem, we had been in such calm water that it had not thrown itself 'flat' in the well, so piled up and jammed in about every place possible on the way back in. Rob and I provided an immense amount of amusement to the fishermen as we tried to correct this. Eventually [...]

02 October 2013 | Redang

Handy Andys

The genset started leaking water into the boat, tracked down to an end plate on the heat exchanger that had cracked. We jury-rigged another plate out of some spare stainless I had lying around and used a new gasket that was in the spares kit. It worked, so the drinks could be kept cold again! It seemed [...]

01 October 2013 | Redang

Illegal Eagles

Now, I realise those keen enough to follow these ramblings closely (and perhaps you need to get out more, if that is truly the case) would note that we had checked out of More Lazier and were now going to stop at another part of the country, technically not permitted, in fact legally not permitted. Given [...]

Because they Aaagh!

13 September 2013 | Sirutu
Time to leave the competing cat stranglers at Kumai. A quick reprovision on the way back from the Orang Utan park and I was ready to go. Tide determined the time to leave and I had estimated that to be 10:30 the next morning. I was a bit out, but got away and started drifting downriver, then motorsailing to the river mouth. Ahead of me was ‘Viatrix’, on their way to Africa, and I quickly overtook them as they were under motor alone.
Nearing the river mouth I heard someone reporting they were aground and wanting help. I tried to establish contact but they couldn’t hear me, so I presumed the trouble was at the entrance to the ‘leads’ such as they were, for this waterway. Michel, on Viatrix, and I radioed one another about this but he only had a hand held radio, so was unable to receive any of what I was picking up. Once clearing the shallows near the entry point I could see the masts of a boat well in to shore near the start of the leads. Now he could hear me so I spoke to him and learned he was stuck, near the beach in 1.8 m of water on a falling tide with two anchors out, but drifting toward shallower water. Not a good place to be. I was by now taking water over the bow with the wind against current waves that had formed at and beyond the river mouth and ‘San Miguel’, the yacht aground, was in the thick of them. Speaking to Michel he decided to call the one remaining yacht back in Kumai, Azimuth, and see if help could be organised. I passed on this information to the poor fellow on San Miguel and he asked if I could tow him off. With a deck pitching like a drunken horse, speed over the ground of only 2 knots due to the waves, and no way for me to anchor up to launch a tender, I told him he would have to get a line to me. He had a 50m one only, and I wasn’t prepared to get into the shallows where he was to receive that. All I could do was wish him the best. I still do not know what became of him, I did hear faint radio calls from him to a boat that had finally arrived from Kumai (after dark!) and they didn’t sound encouraging.
I had to make about 20 miles before getting into deeper water and turning for Sirutu. Taking green water over the bows fairly often, there was an impressive amount of water running down the decks, as the by now 2-3m swells pulled Swaggie from 5 knots to an almost complete standstill at times. A fair bit of power in those waves to do that to a 20 tonne vessel I thought. Night fell before I made the turn point. I was only making about 2-3 knots over the ground with engine and sails both powered up. But then dodging large ships and lighter barges at the turn where they anchor to unload and reload for Kumai was fun also!
Finally turning to put the swell well aft of abeam, Swaggie fairly leapt away on a port tack at 7+ knots. Make up for lost time, as I had planned arrival at Sirutu for dawn or near to it, and the exit to this point had put me behind that estimate. Uncomfortable corkscrewing was the order of the night and the inevitable fishing boats had to be avoided, but not in the large numbers I had experienced getting to Kumai. Then, at about 11pm local time a boat I took to be a fishing boat, closed with me on an intercept angle and turned a spotlight on Swaggie and held it on me. I radioed to try to determine what he was on about and there was some garbled shouted response. This boat was now turning into me as I came up abeam, and continued to do so. Enough I thought, and got the engine going and turned to a good speed point of sailing, which was just aft of a beam reach. Sheeting in and with motor on I made it to 9+ knots and started to leave him behind. He did pursue me for about 20 minutes all up before turning away. I think I had, by chance, done the best thing I could have and turned cross swell. Most of the local boats are narrow beamed and a bit top heavy, a beam on swell is not for them, and is probably quite tricky. I think this was what made him drop off the chase. I couldn’t warn Viatrix, who was following me when I last saw her, as no main radio put him out of reach. I hope they passed unscathed. I turned back on course with all lights doused, just in case it might have been a ‘tandem’ operation. Quite enough excitement for one night I thought.
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