We bashed our way into a big swell, stayed well clear of Kroko Atoll and entered to Boling Strait. We have deliberately stayed to the north of islands as we have worked our way across from Bali so this was our first real taste of the Indonesian Throughflow.
We found ourselves screaming down at 10.5 kn, which meant we were helped along by at least 4 kn of current. And this strait is one of the mild ones! We rounded the headland and bashed across the shallow Leba Leba Bay into a head wind. Tucking inside Awalolong Reef, we anchored under two smoking volcanoes. One in the east to complement our sunrises and one to the west for the sunset!
|The volcano to the west of Popeye|
One of the motivations for stopping in Lewoban was to hike up one of the smoking volcanoes. Unfortunately, the ‘Tourist Office’ was closed for business and we could not find anyone who seemed prepared to act as a guide. However, seeing the belching steam and yellow sulphur on the volcano as we left, we were not sorry we didn’t get to hike.
|Digging up shellfish at low tide on the sandbar|
At low tide, the Awalolong Reef exposed its beautiful white sands and a myriad of boats headed out. Our Western biased led us to assume they were tourists enjoying the opportunity to photograph the volcanoes from a white sandy beach. Great idea we decided and headed out! Instead of tourists frolicking around taking selfies, we discovered families digging for shellfish in the sand. A food source with greater guarantee of success than fishing.
|visiting the sand bar|
|Overloaded with jerry cans full of diesel|
|They caught some cumi cumi (squid). Yum!|
|Apriliana and schoolmates|
|Apriliana (right), little sister and cousin|
The weather kept us put for longer than we had planned but gave us the opportunity to catch up on boat chores, refuel and relax. We ate at a wonderful warung each day, the freshest of ikan (fish) and cumi cumi (squid) and she prepared us a number of serves of nasi goreng ayam (chicken fried rice) to save us cooking for a few days.
|Monument at the main intersection of town.|
Typical to Indonesia, it was in disrepair and the clock didn't work.
|Beautiful detail, great location ... and abandoned.|
|Lots of labour, not many machines.|
|Creepy Catholic graveyards.|
|Rusty metal roof, thatch walls and satellite dish.|
|Easy to spot the dry goods shops.|
|A recently-built wharf that has already fallen into disrepair.|
|The tides leave sandy drying areas and a few surprises.|
Popeye is in the distance.
|There was a 'shop' in front of most houses.|
|Having fish for dinner 25 metres from the shore. Fresh.|
|A view of Ile Ape as we sail away.|
Note from Sean: As my charmed life continues, I got to spend my 52nd birthday on Popeye. Kate even managed to scrounge up a birthday bun with candles. Aren't I lucky?
|presented with love|