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Saturday, 11 November 2006

Admiral Marina Meanderings


Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind - Seneca

We had time to give Tientos a thorough clean before the Rally fleet arrived two days later. Major Han, the Marina Manager, had asked us to help out so with Lea on the radio, Omar on berth allocation and Keith and Chandra assisting in the tie up, it was an exhausting day for all.

Although we were not part of Sail Malaysia, we were invited along anyway to all the festivities (helps to have friends in high places).

With everyone crammed into large tourist buses, we visited the Armed Forces Museum, the King’s Palace (now a museum) for lunch, an Ostrich Farm for Ostrich races, (and rides for the adventurous, although I declined to have the flea-ridden feathers between my legs), and a Village Chief’s house for ‘Deepa Valli’, a Hindu festival, for another traditional meal.  So much food!
Interesting history at the Military Museum
Lunch Entertainment
King's Palace
More food and generous hospitality
 
Lorraine from Katani II taming the ostrich

Remember the friends in high places? Well an official dinner was held for the Rally with various dignitaries and officials and we were invited to join the hosts at the main table. That was fun as we didn’t have to fight for the buffet as we enjoyed first class service and a prime view for the festivities.
Harrier and Tientos at the Official Table
For a bird's eye view

Another tour was arranged to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia’s capital, whose modern skyline is crowned by Petronas Towers, the world’s tallest building. A visit to Aquaria was a little disappointing as it did not seem as vibrant as the Aquarium in Melbourne. 
Smog over Petronas Towers
A visit to Putrajaya, the federal capital of Malaysia, was a picture of stunning architecture and sculptured gardens. The Putra Mosque was magnificent.The pink-domed Mosque is constructed with rose-tinted granite.
The pink-domed Mosque
View from the Convention Centre at Putrajaya
But after another long day, we were over bus tours, so with Dennis and Patsy from ‘Harrier’ we opted for a 3 day stay in Melaka in the opulent Puri Hotel.
Welcome to Melaka
Deceiving from the outside
Opulent inside

Keith checking into the Puri


Melaka is a blaze of colour
Even the Church
The Malacca River
View with lunch
  
Melaka is home to the 1421 Imperial Pavilion (same owners as the Puri) and the details of Zheng He's voyage displayed throughout. The puppet show showing his life (and castration) is quite hilarious and worth seeing.
The Pavilion
Zheng He's fleet




Port Dickson has open-air markets and a large ‘wet’ market, selling poultry, fish and meat still on the hoof.  Keith picked up a new machete for the coconuts whilst I selected a kitchen cleaver with an embossed copper handle, for the chickens. 

The rest of our 11 day stay was taken up with boat work, sorting out the washing which had gone ashore but didn’t come back in the same bag, getting a new awning for over the cockpit and finding lots of interesting local Indian restaurants. 
Zheng He's map of the World adorned our aft cabine
‘Australian Maid’, crewed by Darwin friends arrived at the Marina, enroute to Selangor for the Raja Muda Regatta. I gave Morgan, the skipper, a copy of my Total Tide program and said we would see them there.

It was time to head north for more exploring and to check out the race.  

May all your bars be wooden and well-stocked!

Sunday, 5 November 2006

Singapore to Admiral Marina Malaysia

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where this is no path and leave a trail - Ralph Waldo Emerson

On 1st November, we left Oneº 15 Marina and cleared out at Western Immigration (yep in reverse order) at 0815. Motoring past huge ships at anchor we turned into the Malacca Straits at lunchtime into 23 knots on the nose and an adverse current. 
Dodgem in the Straits

The fuel injector pump decided to leak again with Keith collecting fuel in a can. We decided to anchor at Palua Kukup in 7m of good mud, to enjoy a thunderstorm and an early omelette dinner.At this point, we decided we would 'cruise' the Malacca Straits, rather than rushing through.

Leaving the following morning, tide and wind still persisted against us but by lunchtime, all sail was up giving us 7.1. We decided to meander along the coast, rather than hit the main shipping channel; this also gave us the opportunity to get firsthand views of the fishing nets.

Anchoring in a bay between Kuala Batu and Tanjung Tohar, we enjoyed another storm with winds over 20knts, with the gin and tonics. 
Our firsthand view of fishing nets became more intimate the following morning as we woke to a net wrapped around the snubber and two locals in a fishing boat attempting to cut it free. They were rather fatalistic about it. The net was made of exceptionally fine filament so no chance at all for the breeding stock to escape. 
Fisherman removing the net from the snubber
That night was an anchorage in 8m at Palau Hanyat and a large black RIB approaching us turned out to be the Malaysian Coastguard checking if we were okay.  Our only nerves at this point were because we had not officially cleared into Malaysia, although we had their flag flying. But they only wanted to know we were definitely not being held hostage and that they would be available on VHF16 if we had any problems.

The following day another sail reaching 8.2 (with the current) and after three nights anchoring along the coast for good sleeps, we tied alongside our berth in Admiral Marina, just south of Port Dickson.
Tientos in her pen

The Marina was like a set from Somerset Maugham, very Colonial British and a very imposing structure. The efficient Veronica cleared us in, and it was off to the ‘Sailor’s Bar’.  The Marina is part of a resort complete with swimming pools and restaurants, but few tourists. 
Just the place to while away the day

The night view was spectacular with a great feeling of security as guards patrol the marina gates. Have you ever noticed you always run into old friends in a bar? Another Australian yacht Chinook I was here, so more of the tall tales ensued over beers.

Sailors Bar
Admiral Marina entrance
 
May all your bars be wooden and well-stocked!