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 Bali & Singapore




(our route from Darwin to Indonesia and Singapore)

The title of this page is quite an understatement, in reality Bali and Singapore were the Rally's "official" stopovers, but the actual itinerary planned entry into Indonesia in Kupang, on west-Timor, to then reach Bali by leisurely sailing along the "Spice Islands", visiting the Komodo National Park, Sumbawa and Lombok along the way.

After leaving Bali, many boats opted for a stop in Borneo to visit the Orang-Utan reserve and from there head towards Batam island and the Nongsa Point Marina were we would officially exit Indonesia.

Few miles, but across one of the busiest seaways in the World, would then bring us to Singapore.

Just few days before our departure from Australia, the nasty surprise: Indonesia had just changed the rules concerning visiting yachts, and the 100-odd yachts of the Sail Indonesia Rally have been impounded in Kupang, expecting them to pay a hefty import-tax!   The BWR management made their best to find a solution, but then the only available alternatives we were offered were:

1) go straight to Bali, where apparently the new rules were not yet enforced

2) pay nearly 1000 US$ to be "invited" by a local Yacht Club which would "guarantee" for us, therefore exempting us from the import duty.

Like most other crews, we had to shut up and pay, despite we had just incurred in several expenses, like a new outboard motor, which had left us rather strapped for cash.



After a 500-mile passage mostly done under engine, we reached Kupang on the island of Timor, our port of entry into Indonesia.

"Port" is not the more appropriate word though: we anchored in front of the town, along a straight shoreline which is giving little shelter from the swell.

The rather exposed anchorage in front of Kupang, West-Timor

After having performed all formalities, which were more expensive and convoluted than actually lengthy, the next challenge was to find an ATM to get a few million Rupias: yes, the Rupia has a very low value, and its gets some time to get accustomed to the fact that 10000 Rupias are just less than one Euro and when they ask for 100000 Rupias for a pearl necklace that's actually less than 10 Euros...











(left) the rather chaotic market in Kupang                             (right) young boys offer their services to carry the purchased goods

The town is lively and interesting, and the people very friendly although language is a problem, english is seldom spoken and often very poor; a bit annoying the insisting vendors of all sorts of trinkets, but the saddest thing is the rubbish everywhere, even though people is properly dressed and shops are reasonably clean.

After having left Kupang without many regrets, we reached the Komodo Nationa Park, anchoring for the first night on the south coast of Rinca island: there are the famous Komodo "dragons" walking along the beach!! It's rather impressive, it looks like we are in Jurassic Park.

Yachts anchored in the cove on the south side of Rinca

From the dinghy we follow a big Komodo dragon walking along the beach

(In fact we may have been a bit careless!   Only a long time after, Baby confessed that she was not aware the dragons were carnivorous and potentially aggressive!)

The following day we circled the island to reach the Ranger station from where we took a long and torrid walk around the island's interior: stunning scenery, dragons aplenty but also monkeys, water buffalos, deer, wild horses, the lot.

The Park entry gate at the northern shores of Rinca island









One would expect a T-Rex to show-up any time...

The largest dragons are easily 3 meters long and despite their apparent lazyness they are capable of sudden sprints and are frankly quite dangerous animals, although the last time they killed a tourist has been more than 20 years ago... (anyway, our guides were watchful, without making themselves too obvious, ready to kick any too-curious dragon on his nose with their long sticks...).

We go back on board totally exhausted, but it was worth it!!



Two things of which there is no shortage in Indonesia: not only the islands are obviously of volcanic origin, but there are several active ones as well: yesterday we anchored at the foot of one, a 3000-meter high mountain, just in front of a tiny fishermen's village.

We went ashore with the dinghy, zigzagging around fishing boats of all shapes, and once on the beach we were surrounded by all the village's kids, discreetly watched by the adults from a distance.
Our attempts at communication did not go far, as nobody speaks a word of each other's language, but soon we found a game that fascinated the kids: photos!! They love being photographed, and they laugh like crazy when they see themselves on the cameras' screen!

Baby and Phyllis of "Gaia" are surrounded by the village kids









The village is very modest, but the kids are spotless and dressed impeccably

As soon as you point your camera towards one of them, they rush to form a group, all smiling from ear to ear; they all follow us along the only road that, after about a kilometre, leads to a somewhat larger and better-kept village.
The houses are all built on stilts and are very different one from the other: some have features obviously copied from western-style houses, others are all-wooden and garishly painted, others are completely ceramic-tiled.

There is also some "shop" selling soft-drinks, rice, mysterious brightly-coloured bags and not much more.

Back to the boats, three of the more adventurous kids find a small canoe and come to greet us, gaining some cookies as a reward. Smiles abound!


Before reaching Bali, we stop for a couple of days in Gili Air, a diminutive island in front of Lombok, which is claimed to be "like Bali 30 years ago".

Gili Air is pleasant, filled with small, simple resorts where we can have dinner on the beachfront without getting bankrupt.









After a quick passage on a local outrigger-boat, we jump on the mini-buses that will take us around Lombok; some spectacular sceneries will be our reward.












Bali cannot be described in few words: this time we are not in front of a simple, primitive culture, but rather of a very complex, ancient society, whose culture is the result of continuous contact with nearby civilizations, especially India but also China, from where the Balinese people apparently came in the first place.

Very different, Bali, also from nearby islands: the people's relationship with religion, a form of hinduism mixed with ancient traditions, is continuous. There are temples everywhere, complemented by temporary ones marked by pieces of cloth (orange and white, or black and white, to represent the fight between good and evil) or small umbrellas. We see umbrellas even in the sea, probably to bless the nearby nets.
And you do not see all days a temple inside an ATM cubicle!...

The first of a long series of temples that we visited on Bali











Many temples require people to wear proper attire to visit; impure people, including pregnant women and fools are not allowed!

The concept of holy trinity, initially intended as three different manifestations of the same god Shiva and then evolved in the Trimurti (Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu) and the concept of the 5 components of everything (fire, water, clay, air and spirit) as well as the 3 component of the human being (body, thought and soul) are ever-present and continually referred-to in the temples' architecture.
Intriguing also the concept of the tower with an empty throne (for the god) at its top!...

Even the salutation gesture, with the hands clasped together, symbolizes the opposition between good and evil, as well as the temples' doors.

It's interesting to note that in many of the ritual dances, full of rigidly defined characters and gestures, the conflict between good and evil does not end with a clear victory of one over the other, but rather in a stalemate until the next fight.

Among the characters, the Barong, a sort of horse/dragon with a tiger's head, quite probably of chinese origin, is the god of good, despite being quite ugly! Also the statues of the door guardians, to be seen in front of every temple door, are meant to terrorize the evil spirits with their looks.














(left) the Barong, a friendly spirit, despite its appearance                         (right) a guardian-spirit at the entrance to a temple

Pity that tourism has spoiled a little the people's behaviour, although they remain in general very friendly and smiling (and Beautifull as well: it's very infrequent to see ugly or fat people, and especially kids and young girls are generally quite Beautifull!).



Borneo, the land of many of Joseph Conrad's books, most notably "Lord Jim".

I do not know what to expect exactly, but we are heading towards a little town on the border of a river which we will have to sail on a local boat to go to the National Park where they retrain orang-utans to re-introduce them in the wild: seems interesting!



The adventure begins! We board a "klotok", a narrow motor-launch about 10-meters long, covered by a long cabin on top of which we install ourselves, under a canopy which protects from the sun as well as from the frequent rain.

The small town of Kumai, southern Kalimantan (Borneo)











(left) Baby on the roof of our "klotok"                                                    (right) long hours along the river to reach the orang-utan's natural reserve

A "klotok" like ours, this one rented by Mike and Lorraine of "Big Blue"

There are 4 people on board: the captain, a boat-boy, a female cook and Kasri, our guide; a fifth person took station on board Shaula to guard it while we will be away.

We motor upriver, occasionally meeting a motor-launch or a decrepit power-boat, there are villages along the river even if we will only see a few roofs here and there, and occasionally we see small canoes hidden in the bush at the side of the river, with somebody quietly fishing. Gradually the river gets narrower until it's only a few meters wide, and every now and then our guide points at a monkey or even an orang-utan sitting among the trees. Not many birds, but the few we see are very brightly coloured.

We reach Camp Leakey, a research-centre where orang-utans are trained to become self-sufficient again and then reintroduced in the wilderness: they are huge beasts, very strong and, despite their rather dumb appearance they can use tools and will soon show us that they are smarter than their looks would suggest.

Our guide, who has been a Park Ranger for several years, gives a bottle of water to a female, and she UNSCREWS THE CAP and drinks! I the meantime, her baby hangs from her back using his hind arms and pulling faces!
Later, the same female sort-of attacked me, grabbing my legs and sending me to the ground; I was a bit worried because she had just been described as a temperamental animal which has bitten several people for no apparent reason, but in the end nothing happened.












Funny, looking at the orang-utans moving from tree to tree: they lean out on a branch, causing the tree to bend, until they can reach for a branch from a nearby tree: they pull the branch until the new tree is near enough and then they move over!
Easy to see when an orang-utan is approaching: you see the trees shaking!

On the way back, under torrential rain, we find the only shelter occupied by a big male with a "try to shoo me away if you dare" kind of face, and so we amass ourselves under a nearby roof; the male then stages a "king kong" act, reacting at an approaching female with big roars and then throwing around the big benches on which he was previously sitting while he was hanging from the shelter's roof. A Ranger has to threaten him with a slingshot (empty, in fact...) and he goes sheepishly away. In the meantime another female who was under the same shelter goes away and catches a plastic bag to cover her head from the rain...

At night, we anchor along a bend in the river: just under us, a crocodile is waiting his prey, while we have our own trouble at protecting from the big and aggressive mosquitoes...

Later, at another park station, we see an orang-utan running out of the Ranger's house, where he had stolen a bunch of bananas and another big fruit: he climbs over a tree, and puts the whole banana bunch in his mouth...
The Ranger tries to complain loudly, but he does not care...

We return aboard Shaula soaking wet due to another rainstorm, but it was really worth it!



When we reached Indonesia, we were met by the typical tropical weather: damp, hot and with frequent, short rainstorms.

Now we are near Borneo, and to make things worse we are in the transition period before the wet season, and the situation has worsened: last night we had a long, continuous rainstorm which left us soaking wet and very tired, because the wind-against-tide situation caused a short chop that was making us bang uncomfortably into the waves.

Now we have 2 knots of wind (!...) and all around us the clouds are preparing for the next shower...

Alas, we will have to live with this kind of weather for a few more weeks!

The 600-odd miles from Borneo to Batam island were characterised by light winds and a strong contrary current, so we were worried of possibly having to detour to an intermediate port for refuelling.    Also "stargazer", which we hear over the radio, has the same concerns, but in the end the current slackens a bit and we manage to reach Nongsa Point running on fumes.   The marina is new and still empty, so we go straight to the fuel station, before going to our well-earned mooring place.
The place is not bad, but prices are much higher than in the rest of Indonesia, apparently aligned with nearby Singapore.



That is, MERmaid-LION: it's Singapore's symbol, an odd siren with a lion's head (Singa in fact means Lion, an animal that apparently was quite common in the area in the old days)


Singapore: a heart-stopping experience to arrive here, crossing one of the busiest sea-lanes of the world and then one of the largest commercial ports in the planet, to arrive to a disappointing marina with dirty water and a heavy swell due to the nearby traffic of pilot boats.

The town instead, is nice: modern, of course (the settlement dates back only to 1819) but airy and with many spectacular views, and full of literally HUNDREDS of shopping-malls, where one can find everything at competitive prices (after a lot of bargaining!!...).
















The town can be rightfully called multi-ethnic: there are a lot of westerners and Malays, but also a large Chinese and an Indian community, whose temples represent a peculiar contrast with the ultra-modern city.















(left) Enrico joins us to sail few weeks with us                            (right) one of the innumerable and huge shopping malls

Our son Enrico arrived by plane, planning to stay with us until we get to Langkawi, and obviously with a long shopping-list to fulfil in Singapore!











(left) the spectacular night skyline                                                         (right) early Christmas decorations along Orchard Road

After a week of intense shopping, we left with a good memory (and a lot of new gadgets on board!!) bound for Port Dickson, our first stop in Malaysia.




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