Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Aisari Bay, Aore Island

[Kyle]From Norsup, we sailed up to Aisari Bay, just around the corner from Vanuatu’s second largest city of Luganville. We were heading there later to clear out, but we had a few extra days, so we had time for a stop along the way.

Aisari was very pretty. The big bay is accessed through a maze of shallow reefs, which flatten the seas and give it protection from all sides. We anchored away from the settlement and near the reef in anticipation of some good snorkeling. The nearby beach, which was still pretty far, was covered with conspicuous “Private” signs, so that took going ashore off of the table.

In the morning, we donned our snorkel gear and went in for a look. It turned out there wasn’t much to be seen. There were a few fish, but most of the coral was dead and the visibility was pretty poor. We decided Aisari was a good spot for a lazy weekend and got to work on that.

As we were getting ready to pull up anchor a couple of days later, a guy in an outrigger paddled out from the private beach. We bid him good morning. He responded in kind and then apologized. He explained that his father had sent him out to collect an anchoring fee. This seemed dodgy, and was certainly unexpected. “How much does he want? Two hundred, three hundred?” “Five thousand.”

Once he explained that he wasn’t kidding, we told him that we couldn’t afford that and that (if acceptable) we would leave instead. He accepted this without argument and paddled home. I get the feeling that may have been the goal in the first place. Strangely he did not approach any of the other anchored boats that were nearby, so we remain uncertain if this was normal or opportunistic.


Aisari Bay

Saturday, September 07, 2019

Norsup, Malakula Island

[Kyle]The longish sail from Gaspard to Norsup was an easy one. We had enough wind to move us, but not so much we needed to even worry about reefing. We just sat there and let the scenery glide by. We anchored in shallow sand well back from the gently sloping beach. We could see and hear kids laughing and playing, but were too far out for anyone to try swimming to us. The only downside was that we were directly downwind of a rubbish pile someone was burning on the beach. Fortunately, it was someone’s personal garbage and not the town dump, so the fire had burned itself out after an hour or so. Then we could open the hatches again and enjoy some fresh air.

In the morning, we rowed ashore to see the town. Norsup is supposed to be the main town on Malakula, but there wasn’t much town to be seen. The ruined pier stood before a big burned-out building where ovens used to dry copra. Next to it was a smaller original version still in use. Behind them was a very large and important-looking concrete structure, in one corner of which a General Store had nestled with its feeble array of merchandise. Here, we learned that Norsup was a Company town. The store was the Company Store and the uniform houses further along the beach were Company houses. We never quite got the name of the Company, but they harvest and process copra from the surrounding hectares and hectares of very tall, uniformly spaced coconut trees that fill the whole valley.


Norsup bay is a Company Town

From the store, we walked in what we thought must be the direction of the main village, but only found a long, empty road punctuated by the occasional house and too-early-to-be-open-yet kava bars. After an hour or so of this, we arrived at the beach around the corner from where we anchored. We followed it back and finally managed to find some people.

We found the local school, rows of strangely uniform houses and even a market. The veggies were limited and what was available looked a little sorry for themselves, so we passed on stocking up with anything. There was some prepared food for sale, so I bought a wad of banana bread and Maryanne finally got a traditional dish called laplap (For only 150 Vatu ~$1.20 or 95p). Laplap is the national dish (similar to the Mexican tamale, but more flat-round), with various meats wrapped in a manioc/taro/yam dough and all wrapped in leaves from the laplap plant, it’s baked a traditional Ni-Vanuatu ground oven. Like in Fiji, it also refers to any manner of things cooked in said oven.

We found a log by the beach and sat to enjoy our food. Mine turned out not as I expected at all. There was no bread, per se, but instead a thick layer of what I think was probably congealed cassava paste. On top were a layer of bananas that had been cooked until they were dark gray. I took a bite and immediately wished I hadn’t. I can’t speak much about the flavor because I didn’t dare chew or swallow. I couldn’t get past the revolting palette of textures I was experiencing.

Maryanne’s thing wasn’t as nice. It also turned out to be a big, sticky wad of cassava, in the center of which was a small fish. It wasn’t butchered or even cleaned in any way. It came just like out of the ocean complete with head, fins, scales, bones and guts. She tried picking at it for a while to try to find little pieces of meat, but everything inside was pretty well glued together by the cassava, and bones were unavoidable. Additionally it wasn’t hot, or even warm which Maryanne struggles with (her theory being that if it is hot, there won’t be any pathogens to worry about). OK – so our local food trial wasn’t successful, but I guess Ni-Van food hasn’t hit the world stage for a reason.

one of the great things about Vanuatu is that they have banned single-use plastic. That meant our lunches were wrapped in nice, environmentally friendly banana-like leaves. Thus we felt no pangs of guilt when we chucked the whole lot under the nearest bush for some less discerning creatures to try.

We still had plenty of daylight left, so we went in search of a tourist office of some kind. We had read that there was a cultural village nearby and were hoping to book some kind of tour. We never found it. Instead, we ended up back at the Company Store. We took a look at our map and decided we could make an afternoon of walking to the village ourselves to see what was there.

The walk immediately got long. Widely spaced palm trees with tops two hundred feet up provide almost no useable shade at street level, so our walk became a slog in the baking noonday sun.

Just before our first turnoff, we encountered an above average sized bull in the road munching on some grass. He looked at us, it wasn’t with the countenance of tame dairy cattle, but with what our safari guide called “angry face” when referring to the water buffalo. He weighed more than a car and looked twitchy and pissed off. Yike!


This bull gave us pause for thought - to run, or not to run?

A truck arrived. The bull faced it off and won. After backing to a safe distance, a guy got out, grabbed a fence post that hadn’t been sunk into the ground yet and, with the help of the truck, herded him through an open gate back into his field. The whole time, the bull looked like he really, really wanted to charge the guy, the truck or us.



Exploring Mae Village

At length we made it to Mae, the village we were looking for. A nice man saw us walking up the road and took us to the house of an equally nice woman. We talked a bit with her in French about what on earth we were doing there. She seemed surprised we had sailed to Norsup and walked all of the way there just to see them. There were no cultural activities going on that day and much of the village was tabu for visitors, so she offered to take us on a tour of the part in which she lived. The village looked like others we have seen – but was much bigger than we expected; it had over 2000 residents, 5 churches of different denominations and a couple of large schools. She then took us on a side trail into the trees to their plantation, where we got to see coffee, cacao and vanilla plants. We were especially impressed with the cacao as we had never seen it growing before. When we got back to her house, we bartered for some veggies. She tried to give us way more than we needed. I only got out of taking it all by explaining that our pack was already pretty heavy and it was a long walk back. She made up for the difference with extra smiles and hugs.


While the kids seem to always want to help - There was at least one who was not so happy to see us (poor thing)

On the dinghy ride back, we encountered a man in an outrigger out fishing with his young grand-daughter. She was maybe two years old. We diverted to say hi. Dad was all smiles, but the poor little girl started crying in terror at our approach and trying to hide behind him on the tiny boat. He said she had done the same thing when he rowed her over to Begonia earlier to take a look. She only managed to reduce it to teary snuffling when Maryanne handed over a lollypop as a peace offering. She took it like she thought it was a trick to get her tasty little fingers in biting range. Poor thing. Her grandfather was really nice, though. We talked as long as we could before it became apparent that the kid’s heart was about to explode from fright and he had to get her out of there.

We stayed another day in the bay by Norsup, but since there hadn’t been much to do, we did not feel the need to go ashore again. That gave us time to get caught up on admin and boat jobs. Then we could get to bed early for the next morning’s sail.

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

Gaspard Bay, Malakula Island (Vanuatu)

[Kyle]From our anchorage at Maskelyne Island, we did a short, winding trip to Gaspard Bay, on the main island of Malakula. There were rumored to be dugongs there as well. We went as far as we could up the bay and anchored as the only boat in the middle of a big, shallow cove surrounded by mangroves.

This turned out to be a bit of a mistake. We had great protection from wind and seas, but the silt draining from the swamp beyond the mangroves made the water very murky. When I swam on the anchor to make sure the bottom was really mud, I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face. I had to find the anchor by feel. Not recommended. I kept worrying I was going to find something spiky or poisonous down there. Because the visibility was so bad, there was no coral or sea grass growing, so there was little sea life to see other than jumping fish and the heads of occasional sea turtles.

We inflated the kayak to have an explore around the bay at large, We discovered that further out, the silt settles. There were quite extensive patches of sea grass and plenty of coral reefs. We skirted the edge of the mangroves. In a few places, there were tunnels where we could cut through to the shore beyond. We were expecting to be repelled by all manner of biting insects, but were astonished to find none. Usually, swamp means bugs.

At the opening in the far northwestern corner of the bay, we ended up finding a pretty extensive river than seemed to run on for ages. Once through the mangrove barrier, we entered a primeval land of swampy wonders. In the darkness under the canopy, there were giant, old-growth Cypress trees with enormous buttress roots. Dripping from them were bromeliads of many types and vines stretching to the water. They don’t exist here, but it wouldn’t have felt out of place to see a big crocodile or a giant python draped over a branch. It was the perfect setting for a spooky fairy tale, except that it was too fascinating. We kept thinking we were nearing the end, but then it invariably turned out to just be a bend in the river, with more beyond. What a find!



Exploring the mangrove waterways

At a couple of spots, we saw signs of human habitation – fire pits or words carved in trees. We called out, but no one answered. It would have been interesting to see who lives in here and what they do for sustenance.


Super calm waters - ideal for Dugong spotting
It was one of the Moxie Kids that spotted the first
Returning to the boat to find little crab has made a home on our swim step

In the morning, Maryanne went in the kayak to the outer bay by herself and spotted a few dugongs coming up for air. She came to retrieve me, but by the time we got back, they were gone. She went in the water for a meandering swim home while I crisscrossed the bay in the kayak, hoping for a re-sighting.

We didn’t get one, but later that afternoon, a boat coming into the outer anchorage reported a big pod of dolphins in the pass. Maryanne and I paddled way out there and found nothing. We were having a rest before starting the paddle home when a pod of maybe forty dolphins came by.

They were clearly fishing, using the reef as a barrier to herd the fish. A few of them were slapping their flukes to stun their prey and one or two would even do full breaches and back-flips for the same purpose.

They did this over and over, passing by and around us on each pass. We got to spend maybe half an hour with them. That was cool!

Once we got home, we saw, but did not meet, some locals. They waded out barefoot onto the mudflats from under the mangroves. Two men spread out a big fishing net and then a bunch of boys would run towards them, kicking their knees high and making big splashes in the water. The guys on each end of the net would encircle the boys and then they would all help each other pick their newly caught fish from their nets. They did this half a dozen times before fading back into the mangroves, leaving the bay as quiet as if they had never been there in the first place.


Locals catching fish at low tide
What works for the dolphins works just as well for the locals

Geniet Lewe and Duplicat arrived and anchored midway between us and the outer bay boats. We could just see them sticking out behind the headland. Maryanne paddled the kayak over to say hi while I was doing morning weather downloads and dishes.

A panga arrived at the outer boats. They were offering dugong tours for 2,500 vatu. They got two takers from the outer anchorage and their little boat was laden to the gunwales. The boat was tiny and full, so the fee was for following them to the site in your own dinghy. Not for us! Rick, from Duplicat knew where to go and he has a big, fast dinghy, so after paying a minimum fee he picked up some of the Geniet Lewe crowd and off they went.

Ten minutes later, it started to rain. It rained so hard, it blotted out everything except the thirty meters of splattering water around us. We couldn’t see the other boats. We couldn’t even see land.

When it cleared up enough for us to see Duplicat, which was the nearest boat to us, we noted that the dinghy was back and hanging from the davits. During a big lull, he tried again, but could be seen racing back just in front of another gray wall of showers. Poor Rick. We’re going to start calling him the Rainmaker.

After giving up for good, he and Amanda invited us over for drinks. You know how that went. We started the row over in a lull, but then it started to drizzle. That turned quickly into rain that kept falling harder and harder. I pulled on the oars like a madman and was just able to get us there before our thin coating of moisture started threatening to soak us through. Amanda had towels waiting for us once we arrived.

It rained hard for three hours, which allowed us each the opportunity to use the long versions of whichever stories we were telling. It was a really nice evening. It cleared quickly once the rain stopped. After we got home, we were able to sleep with the hatch above our heads open all night. I still can’t believe there were no bugs around.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

Maskelyne Island (Vanuatu)

[Kyle]We left Lamen Bay before the big feast and sailed across to Maskelyne Island, one of the smaller islands off of Malakula. We were having a slow, leisurely downwind sail, feeling quite relaxed until Geniet Lewe left behind us and put up their spinnaker. That made me realize we were under canvassed as well, so we rolled up the jib and unfurled ours. By the time we both pulled them down, they were only five boat lengths behind us, but they were still behind us. We started engines after we got everything sorted. By then, they were way ahead of us. They were already anchored by the time we pulled into the bay.


Another boat = a race? They are certainly catching up!


When we arrived, the lagoon was busy with kids playing among the mangroves, and soon we had visitors at Begonia


I was especially taken by this lovely family (who we also met in the village later)

Several dugouts rowed out to each of us to say "Hi" in turn. The last one to visit us was a guy named Tom from the nearby village of Peskarus. He said he did various tours. When we asked him if there were any dugong in the area, he offered to go right then to see some in our dinghy. We had already had a long day and I still needed to do an oil change on one engine, so declined the now option.

After several attempts to persuade us to drop everything and go now, I finally got him to understand we wanted to wait and try tomorrow. When we explained that we had a slow, rowing dinghy, he told us he could get a panga with an outboard to take us to see the dugong and when asked for the tour price told us 2,000 Vatu.

”Each,” Maryanne asked, “or together?”

”Together.”

”Wonderful, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

In the morning, a local named Phillip rowed out and asked us if we wanted to do a dugong tour. We told him we had already promised Tom, sorry. He said they had some complaints about him and that he wasn’t from their village. We didn’t want to get in the middle of island politics and said we would go with Tom. We wanted to keep our word. He understood that and wished us a good day. {Maryanne: Oops, what have we done?}

We coordinated with Geniet Lewe to go ashore at the same time to make our introductions to the chief and meet the villagers. I’m not sure if we ever saw the Chief. Somebody introduced another guy as the former Chief. Regardless, everyone agreed we were free to roam and almost everyone we met spontaneously offered to show us around. We saw everything at least twice, met a bunch of really nice people and came away with a huge haul of fresh veggies in exchange for a few school supplies. Maryanne even convinced someone to do a sand drawing demonstration when we spotted a pattern in a concrete slab at the school.



Ashore in the village of Lokienuen

We were told by the locals that sand drawing is not traditional on Maskelyne, but one of the women in the village was originally from Ambrym, where it is. It seemed to be something that hadn't occurred to them to share, but once the demonstration began, it drew a crowd of locals just as excited to be watching as we were. Maybe one of those ‘we only do this when visitors come around’ things, like taking friends to see the Statue of Liberty when they come in town, even though you can see it from your apartment year-round. Soon, there were lots of people crowded around, watching how she did it and trying for themselves. Maryanne joined in the fun when she got down and drew the gecko that she had learned at the National Museum.

Next came our dugong tour with Tom. At the agreed hour, he didn’t show. We waited and waited and then waited some more. Just about when we were going to give up on him and go over to Geniet Lewe for a prearranged rendezvous of sundowners, we saw a panga speeding our way.

It sped right past us and over to a newly arrived boat whose anchor had only been down for ten minutes. He seemed to be doing the same high-pressure sales job on them as he tried on us the day before. Soon, they were all piling in and the panga headed our way.

We took seats in the back by the noisy engine. We were feeling a little slighted, but the fresh air and rush of water quickly dispelled that. It turned out the guy couldn’t have shown up any earlier. The tide was rising and had just barely risen high enough to accommodate the panga. Several times, the skipper even had to stop to lift the engine so we wouldn’t ground on particularly shallow spots.

After what seemed like a very long way, the panga stopped and we were told we were in the spot. We were in fast moving open water in the current between islands. We were told to go in and let the current take us. Since the panga couldn’t have the prop going near the dugongs, we first had to swim to them. The instructions weren’t very clear about which way we should be going. We all swam in circles for a bit and then finally figured out from Tom’s gestures from the boat that we were supposed to be going THAT way.

Almost as soon as we did, three dugongs came streaming by us. Then another came and what I think may have been the first three went past us the other way. Then we saw five at once. They are just adorable. They seem a little smaller and more streamlined than Manatees and their big brown cow eyes and droopy faces make you want to just pet them, but you can’t because they are surprisingly fast and agile.

Maryanne and I got swept away from the crowd. We were quickly picked up and taken back to the main feeding area. There, we spent another half hour watching them meander to and fro. Our very last dugong even stopped and came back to get a second look at us.


Finally! Kyle gets to see Dugong too

The sun was about to set and we needed to get back to Maskelyne. Everybody was all smiles. Tom was forgiven. It really was a good trip.

When we got back to Begonia, Tom explained that the 2,000 vatu was for each of us and just for the fuel. The tour was another 2500 each. Uh, what‽ I don’t think so. You are un-forgiven.

He tried to pretend he hadn’t pulled a Bait and Switch, but we weren’t having it. We had only brought 2,000 with us because we were certain that was what he had said. We asked him twice at the time to clarify. In the end, we agreed to give him 3,000 (all the cash we could spare). Phillip came by later as we were leaving for Geniet Lewe and asked us about our tour. When he asked us how much we paid, I was reluctant to tell him, but he eventually got it out of me. He seemed to think we had ended up paying a fair price. We promised to send anyone we met to the village first before committing to anything with Tom.

{Maryanne: I hate when such things happen, there are no ATMs to hand, so I try really hard to be sure the price is fully understood before we even commit to a tour (or meal, etc), if only to be certain we have sufficient cash funds. The local entrepreneurs are working to pay for school fees for their kids, we don't want to rip-off anyone. The previous day we'd have multiple back-and-forths verifying the price, so it was an embarrassment to suddenly be asked for much more. If the mistake was on our part, I'd feel terrible, but Tom had every chance to be clear about the price and the only price he repeatedly quoted was $2,000 (about $20US). When the price changed after the event we simply didn't have enough cash, and felt betrayed, embarrassed and uncomfortable; we'd had a wonderful time and certainly didn't want to short-change Tom (or anyone), but we seriously believed a price had been agreed upon...}