Is it New Year nostalgia? Or is it sundowners-on-deck induced? Whatever the cause, the realisation hit that it is 3 years (9 January 2009) since we set off from land life in Pretoria to take our dreams and few worldly goods down to Cape Town in the opening move of our conversion to water-dwellers.
It’s hard to imagine what the hotel staff thought of our matching luggage (small portion shown) which almost filled the room, but we were only there for 10 days;
it’s hard to imagine what they and people at Hout Bay Yacht Club thought of our using our car boot as a clothes cupboard, Venter trailer as ‘bulk’ storage, and the rest of the car as a drying rack; it’s easy to imagine what Rolf was thinking at this point in the training (and that represents most of our thoughts during the training weeks)…
… and it’s hard to imagine us going through that two month period again! (Pass the wine please!)
Then the 6 months of waiting for the boat to be ready: being, obviously, 6 months late. Several moves between small timeshare apartments, endless re-opening and re-organising of boxes and checking spread sheets;
then an amazing apartment overlooking Table Mountain –and all this time twice-weekly trips to the factory to observe the ‘progress’;
… with, daily, an increasing fear that the boat builder would go into liquidation before we could take possession of our boat.
This fear proved unfounded (or at least premature) and on a cold, windy and memorable day Ketoro was launched and soon-after became our home. Good-bye to land living.
Thus passed eight hard months totally removed from our normal comfort zone; ups and downs, discomfort and hard training - entirely self inflicted. On reflection we wonder at our habit of making major life decisions based on little more than intuition… but it is impossible to imagine our NOT having gone through it and NOT being here now.
So, three years on, we wonder about some of the choices we have made… good or bad?
The Boat
Catamaran vs. monohull… (a decision that occupied Rolf for years). Verdict? Good decision… which we toast to daily as we watch the monohulls roll in the swell and visualise the crew sweating it out in the cramped below decks spaces.
Flappy bits vs engines. Meaning: sailing yacht or power boat…. the jury is still out as far as Rolf is concerned; this skipper likes to move the throttles forward and hear the throaty roar of engines… unfortunately when we push Ketoro’s throttles forward we get tractor noise and not much progress from our two 29hp engines. The admiral (officer in charge of all things that matter) favours the flappy bits and quiet swooshing of water against the hulls.
Plug/water outlets in floor. One endlessly wonders at the boat-builders’ placement of water drain points not at the lowest point in the floors. We assume this was not a conscious decision by them!
Canvas and water catcher. Great decision! If only because we can drink a toast to the rain pouring into the tank instead of running around catching the drops in buckets.
The microwave..ridiculous, really! If you are cruising, you always have issues with electric power and do not use the microwave, except on rare occasions when in a marina. That said, our microwave is exceptionally useful: we store computers, satphones, handheld radios, phones and ipods in it for protection from lightning… the microwave serves mainly as an effective (expensive) Faraday cage!
The egg suitcase box … great idea!! The local market sellers, who sell eggs simply in plastic bags, are fascinated, and it’s nice to not always be forced to have scrambled eggs.
And, of course… the heads. We went for the royal suite and are thus grateful that we and our guests do not simply have a long drop or even (one step higher) a manual toilet pump that will make squeaky noises as it shoots your contributions into the sea, whole. Instead, our electric macerator announces noisily to all on the boat what you are doing, but it kindly chews it all up into tiny pieces before disgorging it to float serenely past other yachts. Great decision, clearly also supported by the fish that occasionally swim with ecstasy in the processed effluent (sorry, but we live close to nature!... Good decision that one, too). Of course, we regret this electrical system when the macerator pump, with its tiny-diameter pipe, gets blocked. Mightily.
How we use our boat
We have made some spectacular mistakes (e.g. landing on a reef, the equivalent of placing your home in a mighty car-crash) and some good decisions (e.g. when to put a reef into the sails, foreseeing impending storm and thousands of dollars damage to the sails and over-taxed rigging); happily the score-board weighs in favour of the good.
Repairs
Of course we also use our boat to travel to remote places that have no infrastructure at all so that we can carry out repairs to the boat in the most difficult conditions possible. At a cerebral level it is easy to contemplate boat breakages and mechanical failures and their repair; even if temporary and makeshift with whatever is available.
E.g. Diving to saw off the tops of our rudder blades to re-form the gap between rudders and boat hulls after the rudder blades were jammed up against the hulls when we grounded on a coral reef;
..repairing / replacing the water pressure pump - yet again;
..jacking a few hundred kilograms of engine back into place after a mounting bolt failed;
..using cable ties / zip ties to tension the engine water cooling pump drive belt after the bolt failed;
..upside down in engine room drawing out contaminated gearbox oil with a hand suction pump, during a howling gale;
..having one engine dead and the other dying from water-contaminated fuel; etc.
However at the time of these sort of events, you are out at sea and quite alone, with only a vague idea of what the problem might be and no idea of how to fix it, and no-one to call – but painfully aware of some possible outcomes to your predicament and acutely aware that in your previous life your hands were proficient mainly in the use of telephones, steering wheels, computer keyboards and beer cans!
A range of unhappy thoughts and emotions occupy you at the time and the memory of such mishaps (and the certainty of similarly exciting events in future) maintains a level of anxiety that is at odds with and provides a nice balance to the fairytale picture of cocktails on the foredeck at sunset! Nonetheless... “WENCH! Bring beer!”
The Route: Indian Ocean vs Atlantic
Which way, and when?
The initial plan was to leave Cape Town and cross the Atlantic, which would have been the most sensible thing to do as the trade winds blow you that way and ocean currents carry you westwards!
Instead…
What a great decision it was to go “the wrong way”! Whales breaching, whales diving, dolphins playing with us, miles-long shoals of tuna, exceptional scuba diving… we witnessed the most incredible marine sights in the Mozambique Channel and the ocean from Madagascar to Thailand. This route took us to Bassas da India, Madagascar, the Seychelles (except the outer islands that were occupied by pirates at the time), Chagos, Maldives, tip of Sumatra, Thailand and Malaysia, including Malaysian Borneo… and there, we found seas with the greatest diversity of marine life on the planet.
Thus: great decision. But it placed us in currents going against us, endlessly frustrating; and the need to time ocean passages to the weather, not our wishes (making use of the monsoon seasons in the north Indian Ocean makes sailing possible this way).
Pirate areas
Of course, there were times when we regretted this Indian Ocean travel… when we were in piracy areas particularly, with our fears and dreads and what-ifs and preparing “pirate bags”! But now the piracy problem has escalated to the extent that northern and western Madagascar and the Seychelles are all on the danger list: if we had not done this route at the time, we would possibly never have managed to sail these areas.
Land travel
We decided to remain in SE Asia for a year longer than originally intended to enjoy exotic land travel. Asia cannot fail to stimulate and interest you, whilst being relatively cheap for long-term travel.
The decision always is: travel light and cheap and therefore for longer… The places we have been to were absolutely awesome; the accommodations we stayed in absolutely awful! The daily dismay and regret (albeit short-lived) of economy travel is most notable at bedtimes and meal times.
Local Cuisine
It is puzzling when people talk about the wonders of experiencing local cuisine on their travels around the world. Do they really mean western food prepared in a different way by the tourist hotels and restaurants they frequent? Or local food prepared at the tourist hotel for the tourist palate? Or REAL local food?
A first world (food-wise) background creates expectations of high quality ingredients and emphasis on meat. Therefore any low cost travel in the third world countries of Africa, the Indian Ocean islands and Asia – which are often characterised by thousands of poor and undernourished people – necessarily introduces one to ‘local cuisine’ that is crap. Cheap food that is readily accessible very often equates to some combination of rice, noodles and vegetables flavoured with oil, curry, chillie... and liberal amounts of msg (mono sodium glutamate – makes Rolf sick); local food is also normally deficient in meat.
Of course there are the rare gems when traditional dishes are prepared really well but the delights of exploring ‘local cuisine’ is a romantic notion perpetuated by travel magazines and advertisers. The only travellers I have met that wax lyrical about ‘local food’ are those on lavish budgets that really enjoy a couple of hours every day in restaurants – and positively light up on discovering a restaurant that serves western food! This one is guaranteed to satisfy everyone...
A good night's rest?
Silk sleeping bags: good decision. When we say we always pack these, it generally raises an eyebrow. This has little to do with the tactile delight of silk on skin as the silk in question is cheap stuff bought in a Vietnamese market and has as its major virtue that it packs very small. It does however provide an essential barrier between yourself and the local flora and fauna that inhabits the beds and bedclothes of the low budget hotels, trains or B&Bs we frequent. Here, the sleeping bags also have my sarongs as support in their task!
The decision to travel cheap therefore means that eating and sleeping are functional: the focus is on the people, the places, the history, politics and cultures.
On being exotic
Cruising has enabled us to experience exotic parts of the world. During the Sail Malaysia Rally we were asked to speak at some functions, once interviewed on TV. On asking the organiser why he kept picking on us, his response: “Because you are exotic.” What!? Well, we were the only attendees from Africa.
What now? - On making decisions
Luckily we have many visitors on Ketoro in the next few months, allowing us to defer most long-term planning. What’s more, some of the land travel this year is to meet the new generation in this family’s lineage!
All in all, there are some hard decisions to be made in the next few months, which we are successfully dodging for now on the grounds that, in yachting particularly, even the best laid plans are generally turned on their heads. So why burden the New Year too soon?
But we agree: that BIG DECISION? The best ever!
Now, wine or beer, Skipper? Cheers! Happy New Year again!
Then the 6 months of waiting for the boat to be ready: being, obviously, 6 months late. Several moves between small timeshare apartments, endless re-opening and re-organising of boxes and checking spread sheets;
This fear proved unfounded (or at least premature) and on a cold, windy and memorable day Ketoro was launched and soon-after became our home. Good-bye to land living.
Thus passed eight hard months totally removed from our normal comfort zone; ups and downs, discomfort and hard training - entirely self inflicted. On reflection we wonder at our habit of making major life decisions based on little more than intuition… but it is impossible to imagine our NOT having gone through it and NOT being here now.
So, three years on, we wonder about some of the choices we have made… good or bad?
The Boat
Catamaran vs. monohull… (a decision that occupied Rolf for years). Verdict? Good decision… which we toast to daily as we watch the monohulls roll in the swell and visualise the crew sweating it out in the cramped below decks spaces.
Flappy bits vs engines. Meaning: sailing yacht or power boat…. the jury is still out as far as Rolf is concerned; this skipper likes to move the throttles forward and hear the throaty roar of engines… unfortunately when we push Ketoro’s throttles forward we get tractor noise and not much progress from our two 29hp engines. The admiral (officer in charge of all things that matter) favours the flappy bits and quiet swooshing of water against the hulls.
Plug/water outlets in floor. One endlessly wonders at the boat-builders’ placement of water drain points not at the lowest point in the floors. We assume this was not a conscious decision by them!
Canvas and water catcher. Great decision! If only because we can drink a toast to the rain pouring into the tank instead of running around catching the drops in buckets.
The microwave..ridiculous, really! If you are cruising, you always have issues with electric power and do not use the microwave, except on rare occasions when in a marina. That said, our microwave is exceptionally useful: we store computers, satphones, handheld radios, phones and ipods in it for protection from lightning… the microwave serves mainly as an effective (expensive) Faraday cage!
The egg suitcase box … great idea!! The local market sellers, who sell eggs simply in plastic bags, are fascinated, and it’s nice to not always be forced to have scrambled eggs.
How we use our boat
We have made some spectacular mistakes (e.g. landing on a reef, the equivalent of placing your home in a mighty car-crash) and some good decisions (e.g. when to put a reef into the sails, foreseeing impending storm and thousands of dollars damage to the sails and over-taxed rigging); happily the score-board weighs in favour of the good.
Repairs
Of course we also use our boat to travel to remote places that have no infrastructure at all so that we can carry out repairs to the boat in the most difficult conditions possible. At a cerebral level it is easy to contemplate boat breakages and mechanical failures and their repair; even if temporary and makeshift with whatever is available.
E.g. Diving to saw off the tops of our rudder blades to re-form the gap between rudders and boat hulls after the rudder blades were jammed up against the hulls when we grounded on a coral reef;
..repairing / replacing the water pressure pump - yet again;
..jacking a few hundred kilograms of engine back into place after a mounting bolt failed;
..using cable ties / zip ties to tension the engine water cooling pump drive belt after the bolt failed;
..upside down in engine room drawing out contaminated gearbox oil with a hand suction pump, during a howling gale;
..having one engine dead and the other dying from water-contaminated fuel; etc.
However at the time of these sort of events, you are out at sea and quite alone, with only a vague idea of what the problem might be and no idea of how to fix it, and no-one to call – but painfully aware of some possible outcomes to your predicament and acutely aware that in your previous life your hands were proficient mainly in the use of telephones, steering wheels, computer keyboards and beer cans!
A range of unhappy thoughts and emotions occupy you at the time and the memory of such mishaps (and the certainty of similarly exciting events in future) maintains a level of anxiety that is at odds with and provides a nice balance to the fairytale picture of cocktails on the foredeck at sunset! Nonetheless... “WENCH! Bring beer!”
The Route: Indian Ocean vs Atlantic
Which way, and when?
The initial plan was to leave Cape Town and cross the Atlantic, which would have been the most sensible thing to do as the trade winds blow you that way and ocean currents carry you westwards!
Instead…
Thus: great decision. But it placed us in currents going against us, endlessly frustrating; and the need to time ocean passages to the weather, not our wishes (making use of the monsoon seasons in the north Indian Ocean makes sailing possible this way).
Pirate areas
Of course, there were times when we regretted this Indian Ocean travel… when we were in piracy areas particularly, with our fears and dreads and what-ifs and preparing “pirate bags”! But now the piracy problem has escalated to the extent that northern and western Madagascar and the Seychelles are all on the danger list: if we had not done this route at the time, we would possibly never have managed to sail these areas.
Land travel
We decided to remain in SE Asia for a year longer than originally intended to enjoy exotic land travel. Asia cannot fail to stimulate and interest you, whilst being relatively cheap for long-term travel.
The decision always is: travel light and cheap and therefore for longer… The places we have been to were absolutely awesome; the accommodations we stayed in absolutely awful! The daily dismay and regret (albeit short-lived) of economy travel is most notable at bedtimes and meal times.
Local Cuisine
It is puzzling when people talk about the wonders of experiencing local cuisine on their travels around the world. Do they really mean western food prepared in a different way by the tourist hotels and restaurants they frequent? Or local food prepared at the tourist hotel for the tourist palate? Or REAL local food?
A first world (food-wise) background creates expectations of high quality ingredients and emphasis on meat. Therefore any low cost travel in the third world countries of Africa, the Indian Ocean islands and Asia – which are often characterised by thousands of poor and undernourished people – necessarily introduces one to ‘local cuisine’ that is crap. Cheap food that is readily accessible very often equates to some combination of rice, noodles and vegetables flavoured with oil, curry, chillie... and liberal amounts of msg (mono sodium glutamate – makes Rolf sick); local food is also normally deficient in meat.
Of course there are the rare gems when traditional dishes are prepared really well but the delights of exploring ‘local cuisine’ is a romantic notion perpetuated by travel magazines and advertisers. The only travellers I have met that wax lyrical about ‘local food’ are those on lavish budgets that really enjoy a couple of hours every day in restaurants – and positively light up on discovering a restaurant that serves western food! This one is guaranteed to satisfy everyone...
A good night's rest?
Silk sleeping bags: good decision. When we say we always pack these, it generally raises an eyebrow. This has little to do with the tactile delight of silk on skin as the silk in question is cheap stuff bought in a Vietnamese market and has as its major virtue that it packs very small. It does however provide an essential barrier between yourself and the local flora and fauna that inhabits the beds and bedclothes of the low budget hotels, trains or B&Bs we frequent. Here, the sleeping bags also have my sarongs as support in their task!
On being exotic
Cruising has enabled us to experience exotic parts of the world. During the Sail Malaysia Rally we were asked to speak at some functions, once interviewed on TV. On asking the organiser why he kept picking on us, his response: “Because you are exotic.” What!? Well, we were the only attendees from Africa.
What now? - On making decisions
Luckily we have many visitors on Ketoro in the next few months, allowing us to defer most long-term planning. What’s more, some of the land travel this year is to meet the new generation in this family’s lineage!
All in all, there are some hard decisions to be made in the next few months, which we are successfully dodging for now on the grounds that, in yachting particularly, even the best laid plans are generally turned on their heads. So why burden the New Year too soon?
But we agree: that BIG DECISION? The best ever!
Not a wrong decision made at any time, maybe some might have been different but no wrong ones - you are having the most amazing adventures even if we are missing you lots. Happy 2012 xx
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