Are We There Yet?
13 November 2019
I loved my old granny. She was a bundle of mischief. "Gran" lived with us for a number of years while I was in my teens and during that time she'd impart her years of wisdom in bite-sized, manageable and understandable chunks that parents somehow couldn't manage. Like how to wash your hands. I can still feel her cool hands on mine as she scrubbed of the muck and nicotine stains of an adolescent. Probably younger now I think of it. Things like how to thread a needle. Invaluable now we've hundreds of square metres of sail above us.
When I'd get back from the school dances (for background, check our "Secondary Waltz" by Mark Knopfler") Gran would ask, " Did you get a click?" which I trust is self explanatory. If not, c'mon folks.....work it out.
Well, Sail 2 Indonesia has been a series of "clicks", (and snips but we'll not go back there)......what, with the people, the kids, the locals, the village elders, the government dignitaries, the volunteers and the hard core rally bods who've made it to the end it's been one long series of clicks.
The difference between this dance, Indonesia, and those of my youth is that I finally got a "click". As I've said before, I didn't much want to come to Indonesia. But how wrong was I. We clicked. I really can't think of anywhere else where we've felt so welcomed.
It's nearly four months since we kicked off in Thursday Island after slogging our way over two thousand miles from Tasmania, three thou if you include our lap of the place, We set off for our cruise through Indonesia way back in July heading out for the islands, All seventeen thousand islands of them. Fortunately we skipped a few. I don't think either my waistline or my liver could have handled more than those we touched. And I didn't even want to come. Alaska had been an idea but it was too far. News Flash - In the end, we've covered about as much ground anyway. Indonesia is a big country. So much for passage planning. But at least it's not cold. Quite the opposite in fact. It's absolutely sweltering and hitting mid thirties most days. So hot I've gone Asiatic and have taken to wearing a man-skirt. Short and al-fresco if you get my drift. Very Scottish. It's highly practical from an air flow perspective. Less so from a climbing into the dinghy perspective.
If you don't hear from me for a while, please arrange bail money.