After a nice sleep in, we get a call to say the guy with my alternator
will meet us at the jetty again.
Hotel lobby
So, after breakfast, we head off back to the boat. The guy
was there with my alternator and when we got to the dinghy it was completely full
of water from the heavy rain last night.
Not only that, the fuel tank had floated and flipped over
filling the dinghy full of oily petrol and filling the fuel tank full of rain
water, so we weren’t going anywhere.
I emptied out the contents of the fuel tank (in an appropriate
area) and we managed to flag down a nice guy in another dinghy who had a bailer
and was also nice enough to tow us out to Sirocco, were I could refill the fuel
tank with two stroke fuel.
Once again, I installed the alternator and this time it was
working and things were now back to normal.
Bloody alternator
Putu had invited a heap of her cousins to come out for a day
sail today, so I dropped her off at the jetty to go and buy some refreshments while
I went exploring in the dinghy.
At the top end of Serangan harbour there are many broken
dreams with boats of all sizes either falling apart or at varying stages of
sinking or even sunk. Seeing stuff like this always amazes me as you just don’t
see this sort of thing in Australia.
The top end of the harbour was also putrid and I suspect this
is were the main sewage outflow from Kuta and denpasar enters the ocean and it
was sad to watch old men fishing in it and women at the beach sifting the sand
to find cockles.
Finally, our guests started to turn up in dribs and drabs
according to Bali time and eventually we were off raising both sails in a light
ten knot breeze.
It felt great to be back out on the water and I got all the
kids helping raising the sails and everyone had a tern at the helm steering the
boat while the dads drank beer on the trampoline and the moms sipped Champaign
in the cockpit.
Eventually the breeze died out and we had to motor. I just
did a twelve-mile loop up towards Sanur beach and it was shocking for all to
see how much rubbish there was in the water. At one point I had to strip off
and dive in to remove all the plastic bags from around the propellers and stuck
in the water intakes.
One of the highlights was seeing the dead dog again that we
saw on the way to Gili Trawangan ten days ago. (Maybe it was a different dog)
Late in the afternoon we headed back to the mooring and over
the space of a couple of hours I took everyone back to the beach in the dinghy.
After cleaning up the boat, we headed back to the hotel for a hard-earned rest.
Track Sirocco’s
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