Back to Island Life

I had every intention of writing more frequent blogs this year. With passing time, it gets harder to remember all the small events that happen on a day-to-day basis, and one thing I’ve learnt is that it’s the small stuff that matters. Things like our resident pair of Raja Shelducks hatching a clutch of 8 chicks, the micro-bats that flit past our faces as dusk falls, and the herons that delicately pick their way along the shoreline in the golden evening light.  But I look at the calendar and see that we arrived back from Australia 6 weeks ago, so that plan hasn’t exactly worked out. But I’ll keep trying!

Our trip back to Australia in April was necessary for Bruce’s skin cancer removal and thankfully his surgery was a success. So, barring any more suspicious lumps appearing, we plan to stay here now until early 2026. It goes without saying that it was also wonderful to catch up with all our friends and family members and see how much our little granddaughter, Millie, has grown.  She’s now 8 months old and the apple of all our eyes. Saying goodbye is always the hardest part….although she did kindly leave us a parting gift of a cold/flu bug that hung on for a week or so after we got back!

The marvellous Miss Millie. What a joy she is!

Our first challenge when we got back to Sorong was to work out how on earth we were going to get all our goods onto our boat and back to the island. Not only did we have our suitcases, 10 jerry cans of fuel, several boxes of dry foodstuffs and an esky full of frozen food but we also had a new chest fridge/freezer and a new fibreglass dinghy and outboard motor to squeeze on somehow.  The staff at the marina are used to our shenanigans but even they were shaking their heads in disbelief!  Somehow, we managed to load it on with the help of our friends and off we went, a boat-within-a-boat obscuring our forward vision quite considerably!  I wish I’d got a photo of the whole show at the dock, but these images underway give you some idea.  

Probably not Col Regs approved….!
Yet again…another boatload of goods

Thankfully the weather was reasonably kind to us on the trip, and Hans and his family (and even our neighbour, David) were there to help us unload at the other end. It probably only took them 15 minutes. What a godsend they are, and how lucky we are to have their help and the use of their muscles!

It’s always a challenge coming back after some time away. The mud wasps had been having a field day in our absence so there was a bit of cleaning up to do, plus all the unpacking and general maintenance. The first item was the main water pump – the impellor had seized – so Bruce quickly got to work to fix that so we had running water again.  Meanwhile I was in the bedroom putting up the mosquito net and making the bed when I heard a peculiar loud buzzing sound, like a wasp on steroids. The next minute there was a pop, and flames started coming out of our hanging light fitting.  Holy crap! I quickly turned the light switch off and luckily the flames fizzled otherwise we would have had another building burn down.  Not great on our first day back.  It turns out the wiring to the light fitting had corroded due to the salt air and moisture, building up resistance.  We decided to do without the light that night as we were too tired to fix it, but the next day Bruce had to rewire the whole section from the light switch to the hanging light, delicately balancing on the beams above the bed as he did so. He’s a talented man, what can I tell you. We’ll now have to check all the other electrical fittings as there’s a fair chance it’ll be a common problem after nearly three years since the initial wiring was installed.

With that excitement over, we’ve settled back into island life. Many of our plants survived thanks to some watering help from Hans, but the mint and basil didn’t so I’ve planted some more seeds and we’ll start again.  Surprisingly, my hydroponic capsicums are still alive and starting to flower, so with a little TLC they should be producing a crop of mini capsicums before too long.

We bought the little dinghy so we could do more local diving on our own without needing to have a driver for the big boat.  It means we’ll have to take turns towing the dinghy when we dive while the other one takes photos,  but we’re hoping it’ll give us more freedom to get to the local sites whenever the mood takes us.  Hans and his family have been so busy with their homestay business that we’ve been finding it hard to get a driver when we needed one, and often we’d organise something and then have to cancel because the weather was no good.  So, we’ll see how it goes…

Made of fibreglass and lightweight, we hope this serves us well

Unfortunately, we’ve encountered a few teething problems – with the 15hp motor on, it’s heavier than we thought, so currently we either have to put fenders underneath it and roll it up the beach, or tie it to the bigger boat on the mooring. Our next plan is to build a trolley with wheels to make our life easier (I hope!). Also, our towing reel broke on our second outing and anchoring the dinghy isn’t an option due to the strong currents, so we’re a bit stuck until we can replace the reel on our next trip to Sorong in a month’s time (unless the marvellous Mr Fix-It can work his magic).    To cap off our diving woes, Bruce accidentally flooded his camera (a very terminal event) so he’s now desolate and camera-less until he can order a new one.  For the time being, he has to be content being my dive buddy and nudibranch-spotter.  It’s incredibly hard to find these teeny-tiny critters, so every dive feels like we’re on a treasure hunt and I’m very grateful for whatever help he can give me. Here’s a few pics of some little beauties we’ve managed to find in the last few weeks.  For each one we find, I’m sure there’s another ten we miss!

Hypselodoris tryoni nudibranch
Not a nudibranch, but this flatworm is still rather stunning all the same
Phyllidia ocellata, commonly known as the popcorn nudi
One of my favourites – the very pretty Goniobranchus kuniei, flapping its skirt like Marilyn Monroe

Typically, this isn’t a great time of year to be here. Itโ€™s the low season with  lots of wind, rain, and swells, and with the swells comes all the plastic garbage. Again.  I despair….

Plastic as far as the eye can see…

Thankfully, it’s only really bad when the westerly/north-westerly winds blow and as they’re not so frequent this time of year we’ve had a bit of a respite from the trash for the past few weeks.

We both had our birthdays last month so we had some quiet little celebrations, but we did manage to have a special dinner of chilli prawns followed by Aussie steak on both occasions.

Even a tropical downpour couldn’t deter Bruce from cooking me a delicious dinner

We miss everyone back in Australia, but it’s good to be back in our peaceful little part of paradise.   The tranquility and feeling more connected to the natural environment is something I love – being aware of the moon and tide phases and being able to look up on clear nights and see a myriad stars reminds us of our time sailing Toucan across the oceans. There’s also the delight of watching baby reef sharks hunting in the shallows, seeing dolphins and turtles from our lounge room as we sip our morning cuppa, and enjoying the ever-present bird songs as we go about our day.  It’s a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the crazy world out there, and it”s definitely good for the soul.

The Best-Laid Plans

When we arrived back here in January, the plan was to stay until June and then return to Australia for a couple of months to avoid the rainy, windy months of June and July in Raja Ampat.  Most of our major projects on the island are now finished, so finally we’ve been able to enjoy more of what we love – diving and taking photos.  

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A Whiter Shade of Pale

We’re now back on Pulau Dayan after a very special 2-month visit back to Australia in November/December to welcome our first grandchild into the family.ย ย Millie Rose is perfect (of course!) and we were just so overjoyed to meet her and help Nick and Sally in those first few overwhelming weeks.ย ย No one can really prepare you for having a child, but Nick and Sal are such natural, loving, parents that they didn’t need much help in that department – but the cooking, shopping, washing, and occasional Millie cuddles when she wouldn’t settle were something we were very happy to provide.ย ย Being grandparents is a wonderful job! We’ll miss them dreadfully of course, but thank goodness Starlink will allow us have video calls and regular chats now that we’re back at Toucan’s Retreat.

We’re also very grateful to our friends Rusty and Tibby, who were caretaking in our absence and kept the place running while we were away.ย ย Unfortunately, the king tides over Christmas caused significant erosion of the beachfront, and our lovely tree fern outside the living room is now growing horizontally on the sand. So, our next big project will be trying to protect our beachfront, otherwise our living room may be in danger of becoming an over-the-water bungalow.

Our poor tree fern is determined to survive even in the prone position. We’ve lost probably a metre of foreshore since we first built here 3 years ago.

The other sad news is that a mass coral bleaching event has been unfolding in Raja Ampat since we’ve been away.ย ย By all accounts, it’s not as bad around our island as it is in other parts of the region, but seeing the once-vibrant soft and hard corals reduced to pale, white shells of their former selves is still devasting.ย ย This is a stress response to increased water temperature and/or pollution, causing the corals to expel the algae that normally live inside them and give them their colour.ย ย Scientists believe this current event is the result ofย ย record-breaking marine temperatures fueled by climate change and the recent El Nino conditions. The last time Raja Ampat experienced coral bleaching was 2016, and to a lesser extent in 2021. Then, the corals were able to recover after approximately 12 months, so there’s still hope that this current event is survivable too.ย ย But in the meantime, it’s achingly sad to see.ย ย And a dire warning about how vulnerable our marine ecosystems are to global warming.

It breaks my heart to see these once-vibrant corals reduced to this…

The reefs in the shallow, warmer, water are most affected, so we’ve still been able to enjoy diving in the deeper water, discovering some new and old friends. It’s wonderful to be back, although we’ve noticed the visibility is worse and there are fewer nudibranchs around than this time last year.ย ย I wonder if it’s connected to the bleaching event and the stress the marine system is currently under.

Still plenty of colour in the deeper water
I know they’re supposed to be pests, but lionfish are still extraordinarily beautiful creatures
A curious little hawkfish
This Goniobranchus coi nudibranch always reminds me of plum pudding and custard!
These Nembrotha purpureoliniata nudis are quite common on our dives, but I always love finding them
And finding this blue-ringed octopus in full regalia was a highlight of a recent dive

Hans’s family have also put new roofs on the beach cabana and our bedroom while we’ve been away, so we’re now nice and dry at night.ย ย And just as well too, as we seem to be having regular nighttime downpours in the last couple of weeks. We’re finding that the roofs have a life of about 3 years, so next to be replaced will be the two guest houses, butย ย otherwise, all the buildings are standing up well to the elements.ย 

The beach cabana getting a makeover
And the finished result. The perfect spot for some R & R
Our bedroom with its brand-new leakproof roof

In the next couple of months, we’re hoping to get a bit further afield with our diving and explore some sites that are new to us, but as always that depends on the weather and whether we can get a driver for the boat.ย ย Now that Hans and his family are flat out with guests at their homestay it’s a bit harder to find someone, but I’m pleased for them that their business is going so well. And thankfully, on our side of the bay, our new signs on the beachfront seem to be successful in keeping those pesky tourists from wandering through our property. So, all in all, everything’s good at Toucan’s Retreat and we’re happy to be back living the simple life again.

I’ll leave you with a beautiful image that Bruce took recently of a fan coral – and no, this one isn’t a victim of bleaching, it’s naturally white. ‘Til next time…

The Month That Was

We got to August and it seemed we were past the worst of the rain and wind and that maybe, just maybe, the sun would come out and we could go diving again.  But the Powers That Be had other ideasโ€ฆ.

Our first August challenge revealed itself after we got back from a trip to Sorong. The bag of flour Iโ€™d left on the kitchen bench had a big hole nibbled out of it. Well, thatโ€™s weird – in the almost 3 years weโ€™ve been here, weโ€™ve never seen hide nor hair of a rat or mouse. Could it have been a lizard or even one of our cheeky coconut crabs? Then the bananas hanging from a hook got chewed, as did the plastic lid of the rice cooker. OK, it was definitely a rodent, no doubt about it. We removed everything edible, and then he started chomping through the silicon sachets we use in our camera housings, the lead pencils, and god knows what else. Knowing how much damage these rodents can do to electrical equipment and cables, we declared war! But – there was one small problem – we didnโ€™t have any weapons: no rat traps, no baits, nothing.  As always, Google came to the rescue with several homemade remedies and ideas.  The bucket trap seemed promising, so we smeared peanut butter on an empty plastic water bottle and threaded it through a metal rod suspended over a bucket of water, even making a convenient access ramp for our ratty visitor. Alas, he was too smart – he managed to take the peanut butter off the bottle without falling in the water, and obviously enjoyed this particular โ€œItโ€™s a Knock-Outโ€ challenge far too much. OK, time for Plan B. Itโ€™s a bit gruesome, but apparently if you mix instant yeast and flour and add a bit of parmesan cheese for flavouring it works a treat. The rat gobbles it up, but then the yeast ferments in their gut, andโ€ฆwell, letโ€™s just say itโ€™s not a good outcome for Monsieur Rat.  So we put out trays of the delicacy every night, and every morning they were goneโ€ฆseriously, how much could one rat stomach??  Quite a lot, obviously.  But by the third day, the trays were untouched and we havenโ€™t been troubled since, so we can only assume our dastardly concoction was a winner.  The war is over! Nevertheless, weโ€™ve since stocked up on rat bait just in case we ever get another undesirable visitorโ€ฆ

Our fridge was the second August challenge.  Weโ€™d just got back from Sorong with enough supplies to last us a month, raring to have a crack at some consistent diving, and the fridge decided to kick the bucket.  I canโ€™t begin to describe what a huge logistical problem this is when youโ€™re living on a remote island.  We werenโ€™t sure if it was the compressor, a refrigerant leak, or something else, but it definitely wasnโ€™t something we could fix ourselves.  So I cooked up as much of the fresh food as I could and put it in the freezer, together with anything else that could be frozen, and the remainder we donated to Hans and his family before heading back to Sorong with the fridge on board (wrapped in a tarp and lashed down in the middle of the boat). Then it was (just) a matter of getting help to unload it at the other end, and transport it to the repairer.  Although our fridge is less than 18 months old, weโ€™re rapidly learning that white goods bought in Indonesia (particularly the Aqua brand made in China) are, by and large, pieces of shit. Did I mention that weโ€™re STILL waiting for our Aqua washing machine to be repaired nearly 6 months later? Apparently, the parts have to be shipped from China as there are no spare parts in Indonesiaโ€ฆ..

We waited in Sorong for the fridge to be repaired – the technician reckoned it was the compressor, so he fitted a second-hand compressor (his reasoning being โ€œwhy spend the money on a new one when the fridge will probably rust out in another 18 monthsโ€), re-gassed it, and four days later we were able to make our way back to the island with the repaired fridge on board.  A little help from Hans and Haja’s muscles to get it off the boat, and we were back in business with a working fridge.

OK, letโ€™s get back to divingโ€ฆ We had a couple of nice dives and saw some cool stuffโ€ฆ

The beautiful and sparkly Chromodoris willani
Pretty yellow fan coral
Close up of a sea whip
The colourful male ribbon eel

But, just as we were thinking we could explore some other dive sites further afield, the dive compressor filler head gave up the ghost. And then, just to completely stuff it, the fan belt broke.  We have spares for just about everything you can think of, but not, it turns out, a spare fan belt for the compressor.  It would have to be ordered from Jakarta and could take a week or more to arrive in Sorongโ€ฆ.at this point I confess my patience with life in general was wearing a little thin.

The ribbon eel pretty much sums up my mood at this stage

And then, the final โ€œcoup de graceโ€ of Augustโ€™s gifts  – a small, somewhat innocuous-looking lump appeared on Bruceโ€™s lower leg. It was still 2 1/2 months before we were due to head back to Australia, but given his history of skin cancers we werenโ€™t sure it could wait.  I researched skin specialists in Sorong and elsewhere in Indonesia, but the reviews were pretty terrible. We emailed his specialist in Cairns and sent photos and the verdict came back that it was most likely a fast-growing squamous cell carcinoma (SCC) that needed to be dealt with.  We ummโ€™d and ahhโ€™d whether Bruce should fly back alone while I stayed in Sorong, but in the end we decided weโ€™d both go as we didnโ€™t know how long heโ€™d be away.  So back to Cairns we went. Bruceโ€™s specialist is great, and the surgery was done within a couple of days of our arrival. Unfortunately, itโ€™s another large chunk gone from his leg, but better that than the alternative. As Bruce jokes, his weight loss program is working well because every time he goes back to Cairns he loses another pound of flesh.  We thought we might be away for 10 days or so, but it turned out to be nearly 3 weeks, so Iโ€™m very glad I made the decision to accompany him.  And of course, it was also an opportunity to spend time with Nick and Sally, whoโ€™re expecting their first baby (our first grandchild!) in November, so there was a definite upside to going home.  It would probably have been more cost-effective to have stayed in Australia rather than coming back here only to go again, but we have friends coming to caretake Toucanโ€™s Retreat while weโ€™re away for the 2 months in Nov/Dec, and there are several things still to be fixed and taken care of before they arrive.

So now weโ€™re back on the island, the weather has settled and the sun is making more of a daily appearance.  My plants are coming along, and Iโ€™m learning to grow hydroponic herbs and veggies.  So far I have mint and kangkung that are doing well, and Iโ€™ve just started some basil and capsicum seedlings.

A simple “kratky-style” hydroponic setup for the mint and kangkung

The grass is growing, and BBQ’s on the back beach are once more on the agenda.

Looking greener every week…
The marigolds give a splash of colour, set off by a sprouting coconut palm
Enjoying some solitude on the back beach

And everything is now working, including the dive compressor. Yay! So all I need to do is shake off this nasty cold/flu virus I picked up in Sorong and maybe, just maybe, I can get back in the water againโ€ฆ

The challenges of August have been a good reminder to enjoy every day when you can, because you never know whatโ€™s around the cornerโ€ฆ

Life in the Off Season

Since we started living here almost two years ago, weโ€™ve never been in residence in the โ€œoffโ€ season – the months of June, July, and August.  This is traditionally the low season for tourism due to the rain and strong southerly quadrant winds, with most of the liveaboard tourist boats moving to Komodo for this period. In 2022, we were back in Australia selling โ€œToucanโ€, and last year we were once again back in Australia while I recovered from my knee replacement surgery.  So this is a first for us, and itโ€™s certainly been an interesting change.

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The Green Green Grass of Home

Over the past couple of years, thereโ€™s been occasional times when small clumps of grass have sprung up after the rain, only to shrivel and die once the ferocious sun gets to work. But gradually over the last two years, thereโ€™s been a bit of a grass revolution and we now have swathes of the stuff growing on the western end of the property.  So much so, that weโ€™re going to buy a push mower next time we go to Sorong.  How crazy is that?!

Suddenly so much grass!

The last time I wrote the blog we were about to pack up and head back to Australia for a short trip so Bruce could see his skin specialist and we could catch up with the kids and their partners. Unfortunately, Bruceโ€™s misspent youth in the sun is catching up with him and in recent years heโ€™s had multiple skin cancers removed, including three early-stage melanomas.  His specialist wanted to see him every three months, but weโ€™ve been able to compromise on every 6 months. Itโ€™s too important to miss, and thereโ€™s no one else Bruce trusts as much as this guy, so go we must.

After six months or more on the island, I confess to occasional longings for nice cafes and restaurants with delicious food and excellent coffee, wicked ice-creams, or an ice-cold glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The grass is always greener on the other side!

Truth be told, while all those things are lovely and it was fabulous to catch up with the family, each time we return to โ€˜civilisationโ€™ weโ€™re more dismayed by the exorbitant price of everything, the weight we put on (!), the crazy traffic, the bureaucracyโ€ฆ.the list goes on. So itโ€™s always nice to come home to our beautiful, peaceful, patch of paradise.

Home sweet home
Another beautiful sunset

The week before we left for Australia our old friend Murphy determined it was time for a bit of a shake-up. Early one morning I was out near the washing line when I heard a โ€˜popโ€™ like a paint can expanding, and then an acrid smell.  Always alert now to the possibility of fire, I raced to the battery house and the electrical smell was overpowering. Luckily no flames, but something had obviously shorted out.  Bruce quickly turned everything off and went to investigate.  It seems our inverter/charger had shorted out (at least the inverter part of it). A major problem when we rely on solar power for our energy. Luckily weโ€™ve learnt to have back-ups of most things, so Bruce installed the old, more basic but still working inverter.  Now all we had to do was get the other inverter sent back as it was still under warranty.  Not so easy when it comes from Jakarta, so it would have to wait until our return.  Similarly, my washing-machine started playing up, giving me all sorts of error messages on the control panel.  As it was also under warranty, I thought Iโ€™d try finding out from the manufacturer if there was a service agent in Sorong.  The WhatsApp conversation was very amusing – despite telling them where we lived, I kept getting the same message – โ€œwe can send a service technician to your house if you give us your addressโ€. Hahaha – yeah right.  So that one was also put in the โ€˜too hardโ€ basket until our return. These are the challenges of island life, but of course still only first-world problems.

On our way back from our month in Australia we stopped off in Bali for a week to do an intensive Bahasa Indonesia course. Weโ€™ve both been frustrated by not being able to communicate properly with the locals, and our internet is too unreliable to do online study.  But wow – what a challenging week it was for us two oldies!  We had individual one-on-one tutoring for 4 hours every day.  By the end of it, our brains were exploding with information overload and there wasnโ€™t really enough time to consolidate one dayโ€™s classes before the next lot started. I think we made some headway but itโ€™s going to take a lot of practice which is challenging when most of the time itโ€™s just the two of us on the island! 

Another upside of our stay in Bali was our accommodation at the Artotel in Sanur, an arty and quirky hotel with many sculptures and works of art from local artists.

Unusual murals on our bedroom wall
The rooftop bar

It was just five minutes from the beach, so our reward at the end of class was to have a couple of beers and dinner at one of the many restaurants on the beachfront before we collapsed in our comfortable bed completely shattered.

Sanur beachfront
If Bruce looks a little shellshocked, it’s because his brain was full of Bahasa Indonesia!

And now weโ€™re back home and re-establishing everything back to where we left it.  Weโ€™re now in โ€˜shoulder seasonโ€™ with the weather so itโ€™s been mostly windless for the last few weeks, and the heat and humidity have been off the scale. Fifteen minutes of gentle exertion and weโ€™re dripping wet.  At least we have the ocean to dive into, although the water temperature is not much better at a constant 29 C degrees underwater.

Hans did a good job of watering my plants while we were away, although theyโ€™re still proving too tasty to the grasshoppers and mealy bugs.  Iโ€™m definitely not going to get Gardener of the Month any time soon – Iโ€™ve managed to kill both my tomato plants, one with too strong a garlic/soapy water mixture to keep the bugs away, and the other by overwatering. You live and learnโ€ฆ.Iโ€™m hoping to plant some more seeds now that my enclosure is finished so weโ€™ll see what the next few months bring.  Some time ago we also found an old traditional wooden canoe washed up on the beach, and Bruce has been busy plugging the holes and making a stand to turn it into a planter bed for flowers or veggies. Well, thatโ€™s the plan anywayโ€ฆ

The grasshoppers had a bit of a feast of my lemon tree while we were away
Our repurposed canoe

Other than that, the only bothersome thing disturbing our paradise is a big fat gecko (or maybe itโ€™s a lizard?) thatโ€™s taken up residence in our bedroom roof. Being woken up by a shower of stinky gecko/lizard pee does little for a good nightโ€™s sleep and makes a helluva mess of the sheets, so our challenge now is to flush him out and encourage him to move elsewhere. Could be interesting as we have no idea how to tackle thisโ€ฆ.

Bruce the hunter, armed with spray can on our first attempt to dislodge our unwelcome guest.

Life is never dull, and now that weโ€™re adding Bahasa Indonesia to our daily tasks, the days are pretty full here on Pulau Dayan.

We’ve been back three weeks now, so it’s time to return to Sorong for our regular provisioning trip and try and get repairs made to our inverter charger and washing machine. Wish us luck!

On our way back to Sorong with the washing machine on board. A little more complicated to get repairs done when you live on an island!

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