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Cool Colombia

The purpose for visiting Curaçao was to catch up with a delightful Dutch couple, Robert and Ellen, whom we had met in Hobart several years earlier.  It was our first night of staying off the boat since 30 September 2016 (over 4 months) and we thoroughly enjoyed a beautiful home cooked meal and a bed that didn’t move all night!! To top it off, a shower that you could stand for as long as you liked! Such wonderful hospitality.

Our passage to Cartagena in Colombia took a couple of days and sailing in this area requires vigilance – we were very conscious of not getting too close to the coast of Venezuela and thus opening up  potential risks of piracy. The coast of Colombia is well known for its strong winds and several other OWR yachts had gusts of 40 knots or more and large seas – we were lucky and had a very easy time of it, to the point that we had to motor the last few hours. From the boat, Cartegena looks like the Gold Coast with tall modern hotel buildings and office blocks, but once into the marina we discovered secreted behind its modern facade, one of the most beautiful old walled cities that I have ever visited! Add to that the totally “cool” vibe of the Colombian people and we knew we were in for a treat!!

Overwhelmingly, the Colombians are happy and helpful and welcoming, however sometimes they overlook the finer details! Example…we were requested to move our Marina location on the first morning in – no problem! Soon after Miss T was hard aground in the marina with the Marina Manager watching on and indicating that we should keep trying to get into a berth that was clearly too shallow. Luckily there was a helpful power boat alongside who were happy to assist!
Some years it is hard to remember where you had your birthday, but I will not forget my 59th! We stayed in a small historical boutique hotel, had dinner with some of our Oyster friends who were in town on the night before the big day, and then came the day of pampering that had been prearranged by Sal and Will at the hotel spa…a 2 hour massage, a facial and then 2 hours at the hairdresser to try and tame my over blond, undernourished hair back into a more decent head of hair (if that is ever possible). As an aside, James and I are particularly bad with the Spanish language (no surprises there) and my concern was how I was going to describe colour and style! Amazingly the owner of the salon was a Colombian born hairdresser who had spent 20 years in a salon in Double Bay in Sydney and was very excited to have an Aussie in his shop!

Charlie had told us about a local guy he had met called Henry, who was passionate about his city and a great guide. We organised to meet him near the Old Town to take us on a walking tour that same afternoon for an hour or so. Four hours later we bid him farewell after having been introduced to the history and culture of Cartegena. It was entertaining, interesting, informative and just what I would have imagined a Topdeck Trip Leaders’s walking tour should/would have been like!  We were the ultimate tourists and enjoyed every moment, including a strong gin and tonic/ beer on top of the old city walls. The highlight for me was the story of their own Indian Pocohontis (Aracka Wacka) – my kind of girl!! We downed some tapas on our way back to the boat and witnessed a fast and colourful Zumba session taking place in a local square – hundreds of back packers mingled with the locals to put on a great display!

The work is never done and completing tasks on the boat is a constant….it is very hot and daytime temperatures sizzle in the mid 30’s on most days….it is clear we are getting closer to the equator!

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Go Dees!

Miss Tiggy sailed out of Antigua in January 2017, over 18 months ago, and one thing we did not factor in was the friendships and sense of community that we would experience on the Oyster World Rally. Many thousands of sea miles sharing the ups and downs, drinks, parties, triumphs and frustrations with (I quote Rory McGrath from Dalliance) “ordinary people doing extraordinary things” has been life changing. Now we are a party of 3 (Miss Tiggy, Calliope and Lisanne) known jokingly as the Wong Direction, staying in Asia to continue the exploration of the region knowing that, as we waved the fleet off on their way across the Indian Ocean, we would miss the comradeship that has been intrinsic to our group of seafarers. Sail well and be safe OWR 2017-2019!

Attention now turns to the Melbourne Demons, in the AFL finals for the first time since 2006. Anyone who has known James for any length of time knows his passion for the Dees is a driving force and our arrival in Bali to meet Sal was beautifully timed with the first Elimination Final. Our 6 days in Bali turned into a flight to Melbourne (our Indonesian visas needed to be renewed also) and a big night at the MCG to watch them succeed in making the Preliminary Final, unfortunately in Perth! A flight and ticket was booked with the outcome to decide our flight date back to Indonesia.

Although we had planned to complete the Rally in Indonesia, we are still part of what has been deemed an event for “fixing boats in exotic locations”. As life would have it our watermaker, which turns sea water into useable drinking water through reverse osmosis (desalination) has stopped working which would have disallowed us continuing across the Indian Ocean. Why would that stop us? Not only does it provide drinking water (yes we could buy bottled water) but it provides us with showers, washing up, clothes washing – every day activities that we all take so much for granted. Forget all the other stuff, can you imagine my hair after weeks of being washed in salt water? Eek!

The Plan? Well…Plans are meant to be changed (and it appears that we have become particularly good at this!) is to continue our journey north to Kalimantan, Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand. We have entered in the Phuket Kings Cup on Lisanne at the beginning of December followed by Christmas there with our kids. With fellow Oyster 575 Calliope and Lisanne, we hope to sail to the Andaman Islands, Sri Lanka and the Maldives where the boats will be taken by ship back to the Mediterranean.

Even though we have left the Oyster World Rally you can still track us on this link:

http://my.yb.tl/misstiggy

Volcanoes and Vistas

Indonesia is beautiful, bountiful, and challenging – far from a typical run of the mill tourist destination. Time is of little consequence, and supermarkets are a strategic challenge, the language is like no other but there is an underlying friendliness with each and every “Hello Mister” that is called out to you as you pass by, regardless of your gender. Some love it and some are not so sure – this normally depends on personal experience with Bali Belly, ease of using “starter block” toilets, or the generally chaotic nature of day to day living. There are no marinas, so no fresh water (we have to desalinate using our Water Maker on a daily basis) and diesel has to be syphoned from jerry cans that have come from the local service station via dinghy and brute strength.

There have now been several more Earthquakes severely damaging areas in the north of Lombok and the Gilli Islands. Tourists and locals alike have been moved from badly hit areas and we are unsure at this stage of how we can assist in the clean up. At the time of the first earthquake (of which we were unaware), we were enjoying a beach BBQ when we noticed the tide had receded well beyond its normal limits but thought nothing of it. Later we realised that it could have been as a result of a very small tsunami. The subsequent number of earthquakes and after shocks (5 in Lombok and Subawa subsequently and in one day) is concerning and a number of the fleet felt the tremors even while onboard and at sea. Almost daily we sail past active volcanoes and at night enjoy a sundowner while they huff and puff in the distance.

One piece of advice we were given was “never rent a car without a driver” – nothing truer!! The road is crazy and the drivers, plus millions of motor bikes and mopeds, are crazier. There are few rules and a copious amounts of horn honking. A visit to the the three coloured lakes of Mt Kelimutu, 3 hours of driving each way, was a demonstration of how to survive on the roads. In addition, an extensive amount of road work at the approach to the National Park meant that we had to walk the last 6 kilometres uphill in the rain. The thought of hiking back down to meet our car and driver was very unappealing so we hired a motorbike and driver each at the parking station and had a nerve wracking ride slipping and sliding down the mountain.

In the town of Labuan Bajo, amongst the many backpackers, diving shops, cafes (where you can even get a great flat white) and local stores are power lines that hang down to shoulder height. Navigating through the streets is precarious enough with traffic and pedestrians vying for space in the narrow road and sadly a local man was electrocuted while attempting to fix a live wire and was left hanging for 20 minutes upside down before he could be brought down.

On Komodo Island, where dragons thrive, we were entertained by a young male devouring a black piglet. With throat open and teeth crunching the last we saw of its prey were two tiny hooves disappearing downwards into his stomach and with 2 large gulps and a lick of the lips he was off to find his next meal. They are fearless reptiles with huge big padded talons and a long yellow forked tongue – best viewed with a local ranger.

The diving and snorkelling is out of this world – water visibility and treacherous currents have created some of the world’s most stunning coral gardens. Layer upon layer of coloured coral hug the coast of the islands offering such a varied choice that at times it is almost too much to take in. Then their are the tropical fish and marine life including Manta Rays that wallow and flip and feed all around and invite you to join them as they imitate a stealth bomber in flight. 9 dives in 3 days and we have now completed our Advanced Diving certification. Thanks Kevin and Uber Scuba!

Still so much to do and see but there is an underlying feeling of sadness – in just a couple of weeks we farewell the Oyster World Rally fleet as they head off across the Indian Ocean towards South Africa. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel – as we wave goodbye to our friends and sailing companions of nearly 2 years , our lovely Sal arrives to spend some time in Bali with us. Our fleet will be reduced to just 3 boats – Miss Tiggy, Calliope and Lisanne – the Phuket 3.

Sailing north

Weeks have flown and our cruising time in home waters is now in the past. Hundreds of nautical miles from the Whitsundays, to Magnetic Island, through the Hinchinbrook Passage, Cairns, traversing Cape York, Thursday Island and across the Arafura Sea to Indonesia has delivered some of the best sailing conditions we have experienced on the whole trip. Flat seas, 25 knots of wind and a poled out genoa and Miss Tiggy humming along at over 10 knots was exhilarating and exciting sailing! When the wind dropped we put up our spinnaker and sat back to enjoy the ride. We have witnessed some truly spectacular sunrises and sunsets, cloud formations, starry nights – too many to remember and so hard to capture in a photograph. Thanks to Henry on Tianelle who sent his drone up high over our heads to take this wonderful footage of Miss Tiggy as we sailed up through the Coral Sea inside the Great Barrier Reef.

The highlight of our week in Cairns was certainly not the weather (it rained for the entire week) was catching up with some of our wonderful Topdeck Crew some now with partners and kids in tow! It was so special to see Katie Montgomery, Sarah “London” Clark (Murphy) and Brooke “Poodle” Bindley and hear about their lives post Topdeck!

Right at this moment we are anchored in a tiny atoll in the east of Indonesia with time to reflect on the past weeks. A rescue at sea – we located and assisted 2 men off Yorkys Knob near Cairns with no water, lights, VHF or common sense; completed our last long passage from Thursday Island (a true outpost) to Kupang in 6 days on which our only excitement was being flown over and buzzed by Australian Border Force; stayed overnight in the village of Boti on Timor where the modern world has yet to enter, and men don’t cut their hair after marriage for fear of losing their connection with the trees and therefore their strength and scuba diving in and around the island of Alor amid some of the most spectacular coral reefs, pinnacles and underwater walls that we have yet to experience. The colour, fish life and variety of soft and hard Coral is difficult to put into words….

We are woken every morning by the Muslim Call to Prayer and extremely noisy outboard motors attached to the back of the slimline homemade fishing vessels. The fishermen do not seem particularly bothered by our arrival and will give us a toothy red beetle nut grin as they approach to sell their catch. Our time on the Island of Alor allowed us a great deal of hope – here with a vibrant and mixed racial group as well as intermarriage between Muslims and Christians, we were lucky to witness integration of all kinds at its best. We were told by our Guide, Ahmed, that Family is the most important key to a happy and successful life and their inner joy is reflected in their incredibly friendly and welcoming behaviour. With our friends, Nicky and Charles from Calliope, we visited a local school and spoke to the children about our journey around the globe – so unused to visitors were they that we were treated like movie stars.

Our sail along the islands of eastern Indonesia has afforded us wonderful scenery and a number of live volcanoes spewing smoke. Sadly we heard yesterday that there was a sizeable earthquake on the island of Lombok, where we are headed, with a number of people killed. Such is the compromise of living on an idyllic island group sitting on top of the world’s most active volcanic region.

Wandering the Whitsundays

The memories of our previous visits to the Whitsunday Islands had dulled after years of living away, but being back has once again blown us away by the majesty and beauty of this stunning cruising ground. A week’s visit by Tasmanian friends Richard and Samantha Trethewie, and a delightful surprise evening with Crick and Mary Anne Warner (who have been tracking us on YB Tracker) on Hamilton Island have all added to our enjoyment of being “home”. A 4 day catch up with our treasured daughter just a short flight away was the icing on the cake.

Keswick, Goldsmith, Thomas, Shaw, Hamilton, Hook, Hayman, Border and Whitsunday Islands have all provided us with walks, a somewhat chilly swim or snorkel or just a beautiful bay to anchor safely in so as to enjoy the ambience of the island group. Sadly, many of the resorts have been left devastated by Cyclone Debbie and are still in the rebuild stage so most of our non sailing entertainment was centred on Hamilton Island. Golf, go karting and a seventieth birthday party kept the Rally busy!

The freedom of sailing on our own boat has enabled us to visit the outer reef off Airlie Beach normally out of range for most bareboat charter yachts. Hook, Line and Sinker Reefs offer some anchorages, reasonable snorkelling (the coral is regenerating slowly from weather and industry assault) and at Line Reef a waterfall in the middle of the Coral Sea….extraordinary! We had fun hightailing it along its course and being catapulted into the lagoon created by the Reef.

A scenic fixed wing flight over the same area gave us a perfect view of the area of Reef below us.

Plastics have been a blight on the oceans since we started our odyssey and although we have seen much washed up on shores and beaches all over the Pacific, we were very surprised to discover a beach on Shaw Island rubbished with the plastic debris of human existence – toothbrushes, thongs (flip flops), bottles of many shapes and sizes, ropes, just to name a few. With the help of Calum, and his girlfriend Kirsty, we collected as much as we could fit in our tender, “Winkle”, and towed and deposited it in Airlie Beach. Every little bit helps!

Our sights are now set north. James and Calum kept themselves amused on our sail to Magnetic Island hoisting our spinnaker (which coincidentally is red and blue, the colours of the mighty Demons) and then the Cruising Shute – unbeknown to them at the time, our mail sail has become unusable so either or both sails will hopefully get us to Cairns to get it fixed! C’est la vie!

Miss Tiggy on the move again!

The past months have been spent living a nomadic life of a different sort…armed with suitcases, plane tickets and car rental bookings we have traversed the eastern states of Australia staying with friends, enjoying the Christmas spirit and eating and drinking our way well into 2018.

With 5 months from completion of Part 1 of the Oyster World Rally and the resumption of and introduction to new sailing exploits and destinations there has been loads of administrative affairs to contend to, family and friends to touch base with, weddings, birthdays and Rally friends to show off our wonderful country to!

Hiking or “tramping” has become a land based alternative to crossing oceans. The Milford Track and then the Bay of Fires took up most of February the only downside being the loss of 4 toe nails. The weather has not always been favourable! Cyclonic winds and horizontal rain impeded our time in NZ on several occasions – better when ashore than at sea!

Back in our Tassie homeland, J Nathan Tours departed Hobart with a Back Roads Touring size group of Brits and Americans who were treated to true Tasmanian hospitality! Several of our party commented their taste of Tassie was up there with some of their best travelling experiences.

Decision time – where and what next? Continue our “adventure before dementia” or drop the sails and head for land to resume our lives? After much deliberation and discussion our decision to continue on to Indonesia feels right; the sail of Miss Tiggy continues…for now.

The zig zag across the Tasman sea by plane finally ends in mid April and our crew is set for the sail to Vanuatu. Rob Boss, who joined us from Fiji to Auckland returns and Calum Tait fresh from the Scottish swimming team having competed in the Commonwealth Games on the Gold Coast makes up our team 4. Great news for me – no night watches!

6 days of every type of weather characterised our passage to Vanuatu – no wind, good wind, strong wind, squalls and heavy rain but when we cruised into the island of Tanna on a beautiful sunny morning we realised that our days of shorts, tee shirts and togs had returned! Remote, untamed Tanna is one of the most southern islands of the many which make up Vanuatu. Big smiles of welcome and an active volcano, Mt Yasur, which treated us to a spectacular display of fireworks, made our arrival one to remember. Occupational Health and Safety is non existent in this part of Vanuatu….a walk to the face of the crater where a line was drawn in the volcanic sand by the heel of our Guide – no fence, viewing platform, protective clothing….two hours spent peering into the depths of the earth being entertained by natures most beautiful and deadly show. Any amount of lava, small or large, that lands on you can be a killer.

Erromango, Efate (Port Vila), Epi and Pentecost Islands all delivered their individual flavours to round off our Vanuatu experiences. Having Maryann Kirk as our “local” informant for all things Vanuatu (restaurants, supermarkets, tourism tips and medical) helped the fleet enormously!

Within 3 weeks we have seen local males prove their manhood by varying methods. On Pentecost (to which we flew in an old Cessna) every Saturday in May visitors are invited to watch Land Diving, apparently the pre cursor to bungy jumping. No strongly built frames to climb or strong synthetic support to keep you attached as you hurl yourself into a canyon, just a tower built of sticks and vines attached to ankles as the jumper dives down the hillside to the dirt below. All males on Pentecost must jump at some stage of their lives while many of the females from their tribe sway and chant topless to instil confidence in their men.

A week of passage making and two weeks later we witnessed the Australian version of male initiation at the Mackay Rodeo; men of all ages and stages riding large bucking bulls or horses, flinging themselves on top of young terrified steers and wrestling them to the ground along with other testosterone fuelled activities. Local girls in cow girl boots and tight jeans circuited the arena clapping and whistling their cowboy heroes while consuming cold beers or cans of Bundaberg Rum and Coke.

It is great to be home in Australia! Sailing Miss Tiggy, our own boat, through the islands of the Whitsunday group is magical! Gorgeous sunsets and a BBQ on the beach of Goldsmith Island has set the tone for 6 weeks of cruising the Coral Sea up to Cairns.

We made it!

Bula, Vinaka and Kia ora

My final blog from New Zealand marks the end of this adventure.

Our last weeks in Fiji have made us realise that our decision to come back to this magical part of the world is the right one. 6 weeks was just not long enough! More snorkelling, diving with bull sharks, beach BBQ’s and enjoying the company of friends has ended off a fabulous 12 months.

I am writing this from our cabin, while the boat is rocking along, lee clothes set up for the passage and James and I are ready to step back into the real world. It will certainly be different to life over the past year – TV constantly updating us on the antics of our world leaders (good and bad), getting to the supermarket will be a matter of jumping in the car in aiconditioning or heating, going out doesn’t mean having to have a wet butt for the first and last part of the evening and traffic becoming a major consideration. 

On this passage we have been joined by Alan Blunt, a well known retired Aussie yachtsman from west coast USA now resident in the Bay of Islands in NZ, his 18 year old stepson, Frankie Dair, a whizz and up and coming yacht racer and Rob Boss a power boat skipper Brit currently living in NZ. They have been a great crew to help us on our last leg to NZ and we have enjoyed their company and expertise on a fast ride to Opua.

Unusually, therehas been a number of unfortunate incidents on this passage among the fleet – a genoa halyard (the rope that holds the sail up) actually broke and the sail ended up in the water in the dark; a staysail also failed and ditched itself in the ocean; a starboard port hole blew out letting water in and had to be repaired at sea; toilet blockages have had to be dealt with (while the yachts have been hiking along in rough seas..I will leave the rest to your imagination), our VHF radio transmitter came loose on the first spreader and Rob bravely climbed the mast to secure it, and a number of other situations and breakages have had to be rectified along the way. Luckily no-one was injured! The rough seas and the wind ahead of us made this passage one of the roughest and most challenging we have done, including reported cases of sea sickness. What is startlingly obvious is the fantastic support given by the fleet to anyone in need of assistance, or just an ear and voice on the SSB radio for encouragement and to act as a sounding board.  


A few tears were shed as the Land of the Long White cloud appeared upon the horizon…we are back in Australasia…our territory. The day was sunny albeit it cold, the bird life abundant and we were once again escorted by small dolphins jumping for joy. The northern tip of NZ is stunningly beautiful and the Bay of Islands engulfed us late in the afternoon promising good coffee, an array of restaurants and even a small vineyard high up on a hill. Arriving too late to clear in, in typical OWR style, the 3 boats pooled food resources, gathered French champagne and many beers and celebrated our arrival in NZ, while tied up on Q dock…needless to say after a week of alcohol free sailing we woke the next morning feeling somewhat shabby but happy to be there.

There are many moments of reflection as the end of our journey comes closer. The friends we have made, the amazing places, experiences that have been had, and along the way the incredible number of things we have learned….not just about the boat but about the world we live in and about ourselves! Our resilience, what we can achieve (or can’t) and what we are prepared to do or not. It has certainly been a year of incredible activity, education and socialising!!  

After a year long summer when clothing choice came down to togs or shorts and a tee shirt, there was a great deal of discussion about shoes and warmer clothes…it suddenly dawned on me that my suitable attire for the cooler climes were packed away in Sal’s apartment in Melbourne. Ah – some retail therapy of a different sort awaits!

As the suntan fades and my toe nails are coloured – now sporting a lovely coral shellac (first for 12 months), our final Oyster party awaits this evening…..who knows what will come next!

Fijian surprises

Fiji….our thoughts were along the lines of a tourist destination close to Australia full of holiday makers….we could not have been more wrong! The islands and reefs are a mecca for all those with a passion for being underwater.

We cleared in and completed customs and immigration on the island of Vanua Balavu (part of the northern Lau group in the remote east of Fiji) in the  village of Daliconi. A kava ceremony with the village Chief was held and only then were we considered welcome visitors. Post a bus/truck ride across the island to top up on supplies, visit the hospital and meet some of the colourful locals we headed to the Bay of Islands (not NZ), a superb series of limestone outcrops and tiny islands floating in the turquoise waters. Best way to explore?… a dinghy safari! The testosterone levels rose, outboards were revved and about 15 rubber duckies took to the peaceful and pristine waters on a snorkelling adventure like no other. The coves offered up caves for swimming and diving while colourful coral was in abundance.


From Somosomo (Taveuni) to Savusavu (Vanua Levu) we scuba dived on the amazing Rainbow Reef, climbed to waterfalls high up in the humid tropical greenery, dined in basic “Wine and Dine” establishments, cuddled the kids, visited the famous Jean Michel Cousteau Resort, stood on the 180 latitude mark (one foot in today and one in yesterday) danced in a conga line and drank kava with the locals and along with Christopher & Sue and Jenny & Greg Moynihan continued to be astounded by the surprises Fiji threw at us.


Life can change as quickly as the flick of a switch – while anchored in beautiful Viani Bay we received the news that Mag, James and Christopher’s mother had passed away on the Gold Coast. Jenny sorted out our flights and within days we were winging our way back to Australia, planning the small intimate family funeral, celebrating the life of my much respected mother-in-law with words of love and shared selected memories of her ninety years. Twice now, in our 12 months at sea, I have lost a woman who I have held in high esteem as progressive women with open minds and hearts who have made a huge impact on my life.  A reminder to us all that we need to live each day to its fullest – this was one of the mantras that my mother -in- law passed on to me. I intend to do exactly that! Rest in peace Mag!

The snapshot visit home gave us a taster of our life post Rally. Cars, shopping malls, stressed people, time constraints, occupational health and safety standards…but also sleeping in a stable bed, going out at night without a wet behind, but most of all, spending precious time with family.

One lesson that we have learned is that plans are meant to be changed. Our intention was always to sail into Australia – our way home after 12 years plus away. The past months in the South Pacific have been amazing and the decision has been made to return here next year to visit new, and revisit some of the fabulous places we have been privy to. Long story short, we will now take Miss Tiggy to Auckland for her summer break and face lift and fly back to Australia in mid November.

Now back at sea the journey continues – there is still plenty of Fiji left to explore!