Port Klang - 03° 00' 00" N 101° 24' 00" E
Entering Port Klang in the morning fog |
One’s depth perception doesn’t work when all you have to focus on is a tiny spot of light. There are different colours of lights, different configurations, different rates of blinking, different numbers of flashes and each should mean something. Mariners have worked out and agreed upon a system of how lights look to others to make traveling at night to be less harrowing – unless you are a subsistence fisherman in Malaysia or Thailand. These guys just figure a few red blinking lights (think: bicycle warning lights) is enough to be seen, so hanging a few off the rigging will do the trick. We became good at spotting them, even through a few drizzly rain showers.
The amount of flotsam in the water began to increase too. Coming into the port of Klang involves coming down a channel that could be busy – there was a bulk mineral port there. We managed to navigate past the 50+ metre-long ships anchored and underway, then wiggle our way into the river mouth that led to the Royal Selangor Yacht Club.
The yacht club sounds much more glamorous then it was. Craig, who had been to the yacht club before, described the port as ‘a shithole’ and I would be hard pressed to prove him wrong. The buildings of the yacht club were quite lovely and grand. It was the surroundings that took our breath away.
horrible amounts of trash in Port Klang |
Craig and Kate work on the rudder bearings |
At 1:25 pm on November 21, my racing career began.
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