Passage Blurbs: Suez to Finike

Passage Blurbs: Suez to Finike

Passage Route from Suez to Finike

Night 3 - July 4, 2008

Good night, nice winds looks like we'll make it tomorrow!! It's so nice to sail again.

Night 2 - July 3, 2008

light winds but better than rolly seas.. caught a Mediterranean Tuna but threw it back because I was sleeping (bad fisherman)!!

Night 1 - July 2, 2008

Through the Canal and on our way to Turkey.. expecting light winds so it might be a slow trip.. but we are SAILING!!
Passage Blurbs: Hurghada to Suez

Passage Blurbs: Hurghada to Suez

June 19th - 26th

Lots and Lots of Tacking in 25+ Knots 
As the crow flies: 175 nM
Actual sailing route: 268 nM

52.8 Nm to Suez

Summary: 12 hours, 52.3 miles



We couldn't have asked for a better day. We didn't know if we'd make it all the way to Port Suez, but we departed at 4am thinking that if the weather was calm enough, we just might make it. What we got was unbelievable. Flat, and I mean FLAT, seas and light-light winds. We were happier than pigs in, well you know the saying. At first it was hard to believe or enjoy as I just kept waiting "for the other shoe to drop", but as the day went on and the seas only got calmer and Port Suez got closer I couldn't help but get excited ... we were really go to make it!!! We averaged 4.4 kts and didn't have to tack once (because it was light enough that we could just motor straight there).

Another Rest day - June 25, 2008



Another 27 knots. Today was a great day we sailed 46 miles but covered 40 this time, wind never got above 25. only 50 miles to go!!

Summary: 10 hours 10 mins, 40 miles

The Red Sea is a huge mind game. With weather forecasts so far off and given that the winds and swell can pipe up within 20 minutes, we were forever wondering if we were doing the right thing and second guessing ourselves. As the wind started to die on the night of day 6, we asked each other, should we go now and go overnight? But what if it picks back up, we'd have nowhere to duck into at night and then we'd be out there, at night, not something we were keen to do. But on the other hand what if it's calm all night and the wind picks up in the morning? What if the weather window isn't as long as we think it is and by remaining anchored for a day we end up stuck somewhere for two weeks? What if, what if, what if???? And so it made it hard to ever relax. Even at night I'd wake up whenever the wind changed, wondering if we should be out there, or sometimes grateful that we weren't, and stressed about what the morning would bring.

The morning of Day 7 brought good news. 16 kts. WOW! While it got up to 27 kts, most of the day hovered around 20. What we couldn't understand (but weren't about to complain) were the somewhat flat seas. Given the wind direction there was nothing to protect us from the swell, and it was blowing around 22 kts a large part of the day, the same wind we'd had previous days and encountered huge square waves, but on this day, the swell was that of 12-15 kts of wind, not 20-25. We couldn't understand it, we theorized and theorized but in the end we just gave up and enjoyed the sail. It was truly a terrific day, we only had to tack 12 times, sailed 46 miles to go 40, and averaged 4.5 knots ... so far it looked as though we'd made the right choices by staying put on the two high wind mornings.

Reef Anchorage - June 23, 2008


Had a nice days rest.. it was blowing 27 when we went to leave .. so we stayed!! Sailed 45 nM to cover 32 today with 27 tacks in mostly 23-27 knots. Still looking for a break in the weather!!

Summary: 9 hours, 32 miles
Waiting seemed to pay off. We started the morning with 16-20 kts, and although it picked up throughout the day (22-28kts), the seas remained manageable. Many months before we had read about the waves and swell of the Red Sea, and unfortunately near Port Bernice we experienced just how bad they can be. The thing about the Red Sea is that the seas build up almost instantly and form these square waves that knock you back as if hitting a mack truck. Trying to motor into such swell is nearly impossible, unless willing to travel at about 1-2kts. However, what we found is that if we motor sailed, keeping the seas at an angle and using the wind to give us extra drive, we actually made way and the ride was more comfortable. The downside was that we usually needed to hand steer in order to stay tight to the wind and tacking required more work than lazy sailors (such as us) tend to like! In total we tacked 26 times, sailed 44.9 miles to go 32 miles, and both were feeling a bit worn out when we arrived. But we had made 32 miles, which was a great day for us (in this weather) and had managed to average 5 kts. We were exhausted but happy.

Again it blew all night and was already averaging 25+ kts when we woke up to go. There was a local in a motorboat that was anchored near us and he had stopped by to see how we were doing the night before. He too was going to Port Suez, and when we looked out and saw that he wasn't going anywhere we figured that we should trust local knowledge and stay put!

El Tur - June 22, 2008



We crossed to El Tur (45nM).. Even though we are only 1/3 of the way there, I think 1/2 of the hard stuff is behind us!! We'll keep you posted, it sure doesn't feel like it with 20-25 blowing right from were we need to go. 120 nM to go!!

So much for the lighter winds theory - the wind blew above 20kts all night and we woke up to whitecaps in the anchorage. The Red Sea looked ugly. At 6am it was already blowing 25-28kts. We decided we needed a day of rest.



3am start ..(hey it was calm .. 10 knots) Made it to Zeitiya (25.2 nM). From here we will jump to the other side for "calmer" weather. Forecasts are way off says 6 knots we're getting 25-30 across the deck.. Ah the Red Sea!!

Leg 1 Summary: Geisum to Zeitiya; 4 hours 15 minutes, 14.7 miles
This time we departed at 3am, and it paid off. We took the inner route through the reefs and for the first few hours it was nice and calm with little wind. The winds started picking up as we neared the anchorage so the last hour and half was a bit long, but overall we were quite happy.

Leg 2 Summary: Zeitiya to El Tor; 5 hours 15 minutes, 25.2 miles
I must say we were THRILLED with this leg. Zeitiya was where we jumped across the channel; meaning no protection from the swell, we'd be taking on the full brunt of the Red Sea, and have to avoid huge ships at the same time. We waited until the afternoon so that the tide was flowing with the wind (therefore, hopefully, resulting in less swell). When we departed it was blowing 22 kts, we both wanted to wait, but also knew that this was probably as good as it was going to get and we needed to just suck it up and get out there. It was better than we'd dared hope. We motor-sailed across at a pretty decent angle (not going backwards anyway) and averaged 4.8 kts all the way to El Tor, even with 20+ kts! We really couldn't believe it. El Tor was a big milestone for us, as we were now across the channel and people (and forecasts) had reported the winds were a bit lighter once past El Tor.



Part 2 .. 15 nM Took advantage of a Rea Sea Calm (20 knots) to move around the point. It will be slow going but I think We'll make it.

Part 1 .. 15 nM stop a little ways up after a 30+ knot pounding..1/2 mi of fetch and it still killed us.



Leg 1 Summary: 1 hour 15 mins, 4 miles
Leg 2 Summary: 3 hours 10 mins, 11 miles

We departed Endeavor around 6am hoping to make a few miles before the wind picked up. We didn't get very long, about 20 minutes later we had 25-30 kts across the decks. We kept telling ourselves that it shouldn't be so bad as we were less than 2 miles from a huge mountain that should've been protecting us for any big fetch. Nothing about the Red Sea is logical, even with just 1 mile of fetch we had huge square waves and we depressingly watched as Billabong's speed sank and sank until we weren't even making 1.5 kts! Finally we caved-in and headed off to an anchorage. At this point I was seriously thinking that we'd just have to go back to Hurghada and wait for next year. We looked at the weather forecast and it was all the same, 6-12 kts for the next few days, if 6-12 meant 22-27 than how would we ever make it???

The winds were predicted to lighten up in the afternoon so we waited, and waited, and waited, but it was still blowing 20kts. Luckily, thankfully, friends of ours were coming from Hurghada and reported only having 15 kts. We figured the mountains must be accelerating the winds in the anchorage, so at 3pm we joined them and were extremely relieved to find that it had indeed lightened up (to about 15-20kts). There is an inner route, through the reefs, that we planned on taking but it did require sticking our nose out into the channel (no protection from swell) for about 5 miles. We gave it a go that afternoon, and were thrilled to find that we could actually make way, even in 20 kts. Our faith was restored that we could actually make it to Port Suez!

In total it had taken us 4 hours and 25 minutes to go 15 miles, but the real kicker is that we had only gone 5 miles as the crow files!!!




Finally Back out Here .. This Will be a rough trip. The first protected leg took us 7 hours to go 24 miles.. uggh. Oh well I guess it's just part of the job!!

Summary: 7 hours, 22.7 miles

For the most part it was, at least, a comfortable day. We were in the protection of some reefs so we didn't have big seas, and therefore we were able to motor almost straight to our destination (rather then short-tacking inside the reefs). On the other hand we were now a bit worried about the days to come ... if we were going this slow in protected waters, just how slow would we be going in the open waters without the reefs to break up the swell???

Passage Journal: Mersa Dudu to Shumma Is

Passage Journal: Mersa Dudu to Shumma Is

March 6 - 7 , 2008



What we soon began to learn about the Red Sea as that there is either no wind or a lot of wind.  We departed Dudu on the 6th for an overnight trip to Port Smythe.  Throughout the day and night we’d either be motoring in about 5 kts or sailing reefed down in about 25 kts.  There was rarely anything in-between.  The good news is that since we were still in the Southern section of the Red Sea we still had southerly winds, so everything came from behind.

We caught two more fish, a gigantic Trevally and a good-sized Spanish Mackerel.  After our fishing draught of Indonesia we were in heaven!

The anchorage at Port Smythe pretty much sucked.  It was a reef anchorage which didn’t allow for much protection in higher winds (which we had by the time we arrived).  It was safe and mostly comfortable, but too rough to really do anything.  Supposedly there is good snorkeling to be had there, but we didn’t get the chance.

Passage Journal: Yemen to Mersa Dudu

Passage Journal: Yemen to Mersa Dudu

March 1 – 2, 2008

Trip Summary - 221 nM, 44 Hours, Ave 5 knots



Our passage from Aden to Mersa Dudu was mostly, thankfully, uneventful.  It was a combination of motoring in no winds to sailing reefed down in 30 kts.  But even the higher winds and rolly seas were not too bad as they all came from behind.

The Bab al-Mandab Straits held up to their reputation of being windy, but again it was nothing unmanageable.  We had to once again cross a major shipping channel, but compared to the Singapore channel this was nothing.  It also helped that we now had AIS so could see the ships, their courses, and speeds from over 30 nautical miles out.

Just after crossing the Straits Chris threw out a fishing line and by 10am on our second morning we had a nice Mahi-Mahi.  We were traveling with a few other boats who all threw out fishing lines after we announced we caught something.  Amazingly within minutes three of the four boats had a fish!  Not even a full day into the Red Sea and it was already living up to its reputation for good fishing.

Passage Blurbs: Salalah, Oman to Aden, Yemen

Passage Blurbs: Salalah, Oman to Aden, Yemen

Aden, Oman: 25 feet Mud in Busy Port

Trip Summary - 617 nM, 122 hours, Ave 5 knots
Nautical Miles to Date - 25,502


Aden Yemen Yacht Anchorage

Night 5 - Feb 25, 2008

549 nM down - 63 nM to go Almost there, Nice Sailing, Lots of BIG Ships coming through the convoy

It was good sailing during the day. The wind picked up as the day carried on, and by night the seas had a pretty good swell going. The wind was directly behind us, so we had to run wing-on-wing. The difficult thing was that we were trying to keep our speed up in order to not cause everyone an extra night out, so we had our full main up, which meant we could absolutely not afford to accidentally jibe. Simon (the auto pilot) was having trouble steering down the big seas without going off course, so we had to continuously adjust and monitor things, practically hand steering, to ensure we did not jibe.


Sunset Last Night

Night 4 - Feb 24, 2008

427 nM down - 185 nM to go Passed through Pirate Alley with no problems, motor sailing to keep speed up

We hit the "pirate alley" around sunset and decided to run with anchor lights. Originally we had planned on no lights, but it was too difficult with the close proximity of the boats. All our anchor lights were pretty dim, so we figured it was good enough.

We got through the area without a single worry. We were almost to Aden and ready to be done with the convoy.

Night 3 - Feb 23, 2008

312 nM down - 300 nM to go Much Nicer day, sailing + motoring, Dust Clearing

Things were much, much better. The wind would occasionally pick up, but nothing like the day before. A brown haze still hung in the area -- we couldn't even spot a huge tanker that was barely 4 miles away! And dust still filled ever nook and cranny both on boat and person. I had trouble relaxing as every time a little burst of wind would come through I'd find myself bracing, waiting for the storm that was sure to follow...


Convoy sailing (photo by Stardust)

Night 2 - Feb 22, 2008

192 nM down - 420 nM to go 30-35 knots breaking Seas, a very Wet day. Still have reduced visibility due to desert winds

With the rising sun came a horrendous sand & wind storm. I can honestly say that these were the worst seas poor Billabong (and crew) have ever been through. They were big, steep, and extremely close together. A lot of them literally broke across Billabong. There was so much sand in the area that within minutes everything was turning dingy brown, and visibility was so low we couldn't make out any of the other boats...

Night 1 - Feb 21, 2008

62 nM down - 550 nM to go Crappy first day left in a Sand Storm very little visibility and lots of wind

The morning of our departure was a bit of a debacle. First the wind picked up enough to cause a few boats to drag and they had to re-anchor.   Then one of the tug boats came through asking about 10 of us to move as a ship was coming in that needed to dock behind us. In Oman you have to check out within a couple of hours of your departure, no 24 hour leeway, therefore we hadn't yet cleared out which meant we didn't have the option of just leaving, we had to re-anchor - not the easiest task with the higher winds, too-small of anchorage, and poor holding ground. We managed, and Chris was finally able to go ashore to check-out while I kept an eye on Billabong...

Passage Journal:  Salalah, Oman to Aden, Yemen

Passage Journal: Salalah, Oman to Aden, Yemen

February 21 - 26, 2008
by KT

Trip Summary:  617 nM, 122 hours, Average 5 knots



Salalah (Oman) to Aden (Yemen) is the area of highest reported concentration of piracy attacks on yachts.  It is really the only area in the world where Chris and I have traveled that we actually looked to the news for information (in other places we have found news to be extremely focused towards violence and unsettlement).   "Pirate attacks" might sound daunting, but the reality is that not even 1% of the yachts who travel through this area are hit.   As I told our family, there was a higher chance of us dying in a motor scooter accident in Phuket than being hit by pirates.   In addition no incidents had yet been reported for our year.   We therefore were not worried about pirates, but still felt there was no need to tempt fate and did everything "by the book".

One thing that is recommended is to travel with a convoy.   Originally I had mixed thoughts about a convoy.   If I was a pirate, armed with MK-whatevers, and saw four or five small, slow yachts traveling together, it wouldn't stop me from approaching.   And if, upon approach, none of those yachts produced a weapon and started firing at me, well than I would be enjoying one-stop-shopping, four for the price of one!  What I found ironic however is that, by all accounts that I have read, traveling in a convoy does in fact deter the pirates; I've read where pirates (weapon bearing men) would scatter off when the other boats circled back.   It doesn't make sense to me, but there it was in written proof, so Chris and I decided a convoy was the way to go.   We hooked up with three other boats for the run to Aden.

We did take the time to hide all the goods (leaving various bits of money, and broken or old electronics out).   We also checked-in with the coalition armed forces, who now provide some patrolling, follow your route via daily check-ins, and offer to try to assist in the case of a pirate attack.  We opted against any types of weapons; all accounts we had read seemed to show that only those with weapons were ever harmed, those without were merely robbed.   And we decided to run about 40 nautical miles offshore.

February 21, 2008

The morning of our departure was a bit of a debacle.   First the wind picked up enough to cause a few boats to drag and they had to re-anchor.   Then one of the tug boats came through asking about 10 of us to move as a ship was coming in that needed to dock behind us.   In Oman you have to check out within a couple of hours of your departure, no 24 hour leeway, therefore we hadn't yet cleared out which meant we didn't have the option of just leaving, we had to re-anchor - not the easiest task with the higher winds, too-small of anchorage, and poor holding ground.  We managed, and Chris was finally able to go ashore to check-out while I kept an eye on Billabong.

A little before 11am we were ready to go, when one of the boats in our convoy called to say they had an engine problem and would need about an hour to fix it.  I figured I might as well get lunch ready so that I wouldn't have to do it "at sea".  Just as I was toasting bread for sandwiches (about 30 minutes after the delay call) they called to say they were ready.  I quickly pulled the bread off the pan and we lifted anchor.  Moments after we got the anchor up, another boat in our convoy called with windlass (the electronic piece of gear that hauls up the anchor & chain) problems -- another delay. We didn't bother re-anchoring, but rather just did slow loops around the anchorage.  About 20 minutes later they were ready to go, and finally all four of us were off.

We had to motor against 20-25+ knots out of the channel and out through the breakwater before we could finally turn, putting the winds behind us and making things a lot more comfortable.  After we got settled sailing Chris asked what was up with the sandwiches on the counter.  "Oh," I said "that's our lunch".  I went down to grab them and noticed that it was awfully warm in the galley.  That's when I discovered I had left the burner on this entire time ...  more than two hours!!!

Our convoy goal was to stay within .5 to 1 nautical mile of each other.  Our first night out we failed miserably.  At first it didn't seem too bad, especially motoring, but as the night wore on and the winds came and went we couldn't seem to keep together.  I believe our biggest problem was that the fast boat was in front, so the only way they knew they were going too fast was by constantly checking radar or by us calling them.  At one point we were over 2.5 miles behind.  It wasn't too big of a deal, the real pirate alley was still a few nights away, but we thought it was not a good sign that we were already failing at this convoy thing!

February 22, 2008

With the rising sun came a horrendous sand & wind storm.  I can honestly say that these were the worst seas poor Billabong (and crew) have ever been through.  They were big, steep, and extremely close together.  A lot of them literally broke across Billabong.  There was so much sand in the area that within minutes everything was turning dingy brown, and visibility was so low we couldn't make out any of the other boats.

The convoy quickly fell apart (I mean if we couldn't stay together in mild conditions how could we in this crap???).  Stardust couldn't point, so we changed course to try and stay closer to them.  Djarrka couldn't seem to slow down enough, and Ascension couldn't pound through the waves, so they were pointing off and reefing.  We reefed to get as comfortable a ride as possible and tried to head off enough to not have the waves break on us.  Chris donned on foul weather gear and took station in the cockpit, while I sat on the floor next to the navigation station, periodically throwing up.  We tried as much as possible to keep the group together, but it was nearly impossible.  The upside is that there was no way any pirate would be out in that crap anyway, so we didn't have to worry about them!

Of course during this entire time Chris and I were both stressed about the forward compartment. He'd done a temporary fix to try and keep water from getting under the hatch (the best he could do with the supplies we had access to), and of course put in a new bilge pump.  This time he wired the bilge pump such that an alarm and red light would go off inside the boat if it was triggered.  In addition he put a switch inside the boat (forward) that allowed us to manually switch on the bilge pump without going on deck.  With waves breaking over Billabong the force of the water on deck was tremendous, and we just didn't know how the hatch would hold.  Then "beeeeeeeep" went the high pitched alarm, which meant that the bilge pump was going off.  Okay, it's good that the pump was working, but not so good that there was water.  What would we do if we ruined the borrowed water maker???  And God forbid, what if water got under the bed again? Every time a really huge wave would break over Billabong I would go forward and manually run the pump, just in case.  The trick was to hopefully get out any water, but not to run it so much that we burnt out the bilge pump. Once, I was forward running the switch when Chris yelled down "HOLD ON!".  I braced myself and looked back towards to the cockpit to make sure I could see Chris.  What I saw was a huge flood of water flowing from the roof of our cabin onto the cushions, table, and floor.  Everything was soaked. Enough water had hit the dorade vents with enough force that it had forced its way through the vents and into the cabin - well that was a new one for us.  I did a quick clean up (just what I could manage given the conditions), and then Chris threw on his harness and struggled forward to cap the vents.  He also tried to take a peek at the forward hatch but it was just too rough.  I couldn't stand watching him on deck with the huge waves lumbering towards us, even with his harness on.  I was quite relieved when he was safely back in the cockpit.

It took about eight hours before things settled enough that we could try and get the convoy back together.  The seas were still big though which made radar useless (for spotting each other), and the visibility was still pretty low.  Somehow, magically, by dinner time the seas had calmed, and the convoy was back within visual sight of each other!!!

We changed our convoy "formation", such that the slow boat (that's Billabong) was leading, and therefore setting the speed, which seemed to help us keep together a bit.

February 23, 2008

Things were much, much better.  The wind would occasionally pick up, but nothing like the day before.  A brown haze still hung in the area -- we couldn't even spot a huge tanker that was barely 4 miles away! And dust still filled ever nook and cranny both on boat and person.  I had trouble relaxing as every time a little burst of wind would come through I'd find myself bracing, waiting for the storm that was sure to follow.

And finally good news, Chris was able to check the forward compartment and there was no water! Hooray!!! Apparently what was causing the bilge pump to go off was the tiny bit of water left in the compartment from when Chris was testing the new bilge pump.  With the dramatic motion caused by the waves, this little bit of water would go racing under the bilge pump, lifting the lever and causing the alarm to go off.  The water maker was safe, the temporary hatch fix still working, and the bilge pump still going.  Phew!

February 24, 2008

We hit the "pirate alley" around sunset and decided to run with anchor lights.  Originally we had planned on no lights, but it was too difficult with the close proximity of the boats.  All our anchor lights were pretty dim, so we figured it was good enough.

We got through the area without a single worry.  We were almost to Aden and ready to be done with the convoy.

February 25, 2008

It was good sailing during the day.  The wind picked up as the day carried on, and by night the seas had a pretty good swell going.  The wind was directly behind us, so we had to run wing-on-wing. The difficult thing was that we were trying to keep our speed up in order to not cause everyone an extra night out, so we had our full main up, which meant we could absolutely not afford to accidentally jibe.  Simon (the auto pilot) was having trouble steering down the big seas without going off course, so we had to continuously adjust and monitor things, practically hand steering, to ensure we did not jibe.

This was also the busiest shipping night I've ever been through.  Ship after ship came through our path and we'd have to shift starboard then port.  It was exhausting, and with the difficulties keeping Simon on course it was frustrating.  Our AIS (Automated Information System - which reports pertinent information for the large ships) was invaluable that night.

Finally around 4am we told everyone that we had to reef (and slow down), it was just getting too dangerous.  Things were so much better for Simon after the main was reefed, and now we no longer had to stress about an accidental jibe bringing down our rigging.  At this point the slower speed didn't matter because we were close enough to Aden to know we were going to make it without an extra night out.

February 26, 2008

To finally arrive in Aden felt like a huge burden off our backs.  Not only had we gotten through some ugly seas, but we were finally through the worst pirate area and could be around people without talking about and analyzing it.  But mostly it was the end of the convoy that made us happy.  I watch these birds zoom inches from the water, in tight formation.  The lead bird angles left and like synchronized swimmers the other birds effortlessly follow.  It looks so easy ...  I can't help wonder why our convoy was such a nightmare, why couldn't we be more like those birds? And it wasn't just Billabong who felt this.  At dinner on the night of arrival we all talked about how frustrating it was and how annoyed we'd get with each other (luckily we all had good humor about it afterwards and are still all friends).  Here's where we figure the SNAFU began:

Steering.  All four boats used a different method of auto navigation.  Wind vanes, Auto Nav to a waypoint with no crosstrack error, auto pilot based on heading, and so on.  Every method of auto navigation has some degree of error (more accurately, you will go off course a certain number of degrees on either side before the auto navigation corrects it, so your overall course is correct but a sailboat never travels in a perfectly straight line).  Normally, alone, you don't care about this back and forth, or getting slightly off course ...  you just periodically correct things so that you stay mostly on target, but if trying to stay within a certain range of three other boats you don't have the luxury of error and this becomes a very tiresome task!

Speed.  It sucks to be the slow boat (which Billabong was).  Of course, I'm sure if you talk to the other boats they'll say it sucked to be the fast boat - always having to slow down.  Prior to departing we had told everyone our motoring speed sucked and we were lucky to do 5 knots (and were doing even less because we needed new bottom paint).  We told them even sailing we rarely get over 6/6.5 unless the wind is really piping (in which case the seas bump up and we don't want to be going over 6.5 anyway).  We told them that if we had to use our pole then it meant reefing our jib because our pole was too short, so we couldn't get as much speed as a normal boat our size.  They were all okay with that.  But once out there we felt like a hindrance, everyone kept saying it was no problem, but then they'd also start asking "do you have ALL your sail out", "what RPMs are you running at", how much more speed would you get if you weren't reefed", and so on.  It seemed that some also felt the need to announce things like "well I just can't put up any less sail", or "I'm reefing AGAIN", and "I guess I have to go to even lower RPMs" ...  every comment just made Chris and I cringe.

Course.  Before departing we agreed that one person (Chris) would put together a route and then it would be passed around so that we all had the same waypoints.  About two hours into the trip we realized that we weren't all steering the same heading, which we should've been given we were all trying to go to the same point.  Turns out one of the boats had changed, just so slightly, the waypoints in the process of entering them into their auto navigation! Well, obviously that wasn't going to work.  Also some boats treated the route and waypoints as though they were the one and only way to get to Aden, like a highway that had to be followed.  If someone suggested a different heading to make the sail easier (either more comfortable angle to the waves, or better wing angle for the sails), someone else would come back with something like, "but that's not the course to the waypoint", and then a ten minute discussion would follow.  It's not like it mattered, the waypoint was a reference, as long as we all shifted our heading together it wouldn't make a difference! Argh!

In the end it just comes to down to the fact that we all have different sailing styles, different ways of navigating, and different speeds we are happy with, and we couldn't seem to get the four boats to gel.  Between sand storms, occasional high winds, shipping traffic, and multiple nights at sea, we were all sleep deprived and slightly irritable.  The good news is that we all easily got over our frustrations once in port.  We did joke at one point that the pirates didn't bother us because they overhead all our bickering on the VHF and just figured we'd be too much of a handful!!!

Passage Journal:  Uligan, Maldives to Salalah, Oman

Passage Journal: Uligan, Maldives to Salalah, Oman

February 5 - 15, 2008
by KT

Trip Summary: 1237 nM, 240 Hours, Average 5.3 Knots



When I wrote the BLOG about our passage from Thailand to the Maldives one of our sailor friends emailed us saying passages were akin to childbirth; you never wanted to document them too accurately (especially the bad stuff), otherwise you wouldn't be able to allow your mind to smooth over the rough corners (and potentially forget the bad moments all together), and that means you'd never do it again!  If that's true then I should just stop writing now, because there was pretty much nothing good about our passage from the Maldives to Oman.  It was in Oman that I began seriously wondering if I couldn't bribe Chris into allowing me to fly to Egypt!  But our friend is right, because as I try to write this (about one month post-passage) I find myself having difficulties remembering the fine details of the passage, right now I'm thinking, hmmm perhaps it wasn't so bad!

I suppose we should've foreseen the future when we woke up and a rainy squall was passing through.  We hadn't had rain in months, perhaps the Gods were trying to warn us.  It almost worked, as Chris and I put in a movie and proceeded to wait for the weather to clear.  About two-thirds into the movie we got a VHF call from one of the other boats, telling us that all looked quiet aboard Billabong and were we still going to go? As a few other boats were still going we figured we ought to motivate and just get on with it, the rain had mostly stopped and delaying was just postponing the inevitable.

It's another bad sign when you get out of the lagoon and the winds are about three times stronger then predicted.  We knew we would have wind on the nose for part of the trip, but it was predicted to be light for that portion so we figured we could handle it.  Once we pulled away from the lagoon the seas seemed to flatten a bit and even though we were about 25 degrees off course we thought we were doing okay.

For the next three days the winds continued to drive us off course, and we found ourselves beating into 20-25 knots (which means our apparent wind was 26-31 knots -- YUCK).  The seas built back up and we were taking huge amounts green water over the deck.  The force of these waves was astronomical.  At one point our kayak even broke free, breaking the three lines that tied it to our deck. Chris was able to catch it before it was washed away or managed to break anything else.  Another scary mishap was when we hit a sudden burst of wind before we'd had a chance to get a reef in the jib, Chris looked up and noticed that our jib was tearing.  Luckily we were able to get the sail in before the tear worsened, but now, for the remainder of the trip we had to baby the jib and keep it well reefed.  From the Marshall Islands to Fiji we had beat to weather for over fifteen days, and most of the time we experienced more winds than the Maldives-Oman passage.  Afterwards we had promised ourselves we'd never do that again, but here we were, once again in beating hell.  We noticed that although the winds weren't any higher than those we experienced in the Marshall Island to Fiji leg, the seas seemed more rough, steeper, and more unsettled.  The force and quantity of water that came across our decks seemed twice of what we'd previously experienced (and to think that during that passage to Fiji we had thought things couldn't get any worse!).

Now, let me break and quote to you from Jimmy Cornell's "World Cruising Routes".  First he states that the routes in the North Indian Ocean are "governed by the predictability of the weather ...". Hmmm, none of the crap we were in was predicted.  According to weather reports, by now the winds should've been shifting and they should've been about half the strength.  Next Jimmy says, "The favourable season for a passage across the North Indian Ocean is during the NE monsoon, when almost perfect sailing conditions can be expected".  Well, here we were in the NE monsoon season wondering just when we'd hit these perfect sailing conditions.  For the leg from the Maldives to Oman he says "Excellent weather conditions will be experienced ...".  This was far from excellent. And Jimmy is not the only cruising book that raves about the North Indian Ocean crossing and the fantastic NE monsoon.  Also I should point out that for at least this sailing season, we are not the only boat who found the passages difficult, just about every boat we've talked to hit crappy weather (that was not predicted), and found themselves wanting to have a word with good 'ol Jimmy!  If we hadn't known better we'd swear that we weren't in the NE monsoon season at all!

What really wore me down was the fact that the weather was so different than expected.  It was as though mentally I could not accept or comprehend why we were bashing into the rough seas or why our cockpit was continuously soaked with water, I wanted that great passage that I'd read about.  To put it lightly it made me a wee bit grouchy.

On about the 9th (our fifth day out).  The winds finally shifted, and the seas calmed enough that we could try to make up some miles (we were now about 50 nautical miles off course).  It was also calm enough that Chris felt like fishing, snagging a nice Mahi Mahi.  Chris also decided that he should take the opportunity to double-check things on deck (rigging, booms, blocks, the lines that tie down the dinghy and kayaks, and so on).  It was during this process that he found our forward bulkhead filled with water.  Apparently (what we discovered later when we were able to take a closer look), the forward hatch cover had cracked under all the water pressure and pounding.  The force of the water across the decks was able to flex the hatch enough to allow water into the compartment.  To make matters worse the bilge pump broke, so the water just continued to pile up ...  high enough that our water maker was submerged.  Motors and salt water do not mix.  Chris pumped out the water, cleaned up everything the best he could (the seas were still lumpy so he couldn't fully take out the water maker), and then tried to better seal the cracked hatch -- a temporary fix until we could make it into port and do a full investigation and fix.  We spent the rest of the day completely bummed out about the water maker and wondering what it was going to be like traveling through the desert countries without a water maker.

We spent the next three days in crappy seas, the wind was more on our beam so we could at least get on course, but water continued to come across the decks.  Every time it got calm enough Chris would go forward to check on the forward compartment and pump out any water that had accumulated.  It was not a fun time.  But ever the fisherman, Chris didn't let the weather interfere.  Anytime it calmed down just a wee bit a line went overboard.  In a three day period (from the 10th to 12th) he caught four Mahi Mahi, two small tuna, and a bluefin tuna.  We threw most of them back (not having the space in the freezer and only wanting to hassle with cleaning them if they were big enough for a couple of meals).

It's bad enough when things break on their own accord, or when you suffer through weather that you just can't control.  But I felt it was just plain mean of the Gods when they caused me to accidental through over Chris' fish cleaning glove.  Chris was constantly nicking himself when he'd clean fish underway, so in Australia I talked him into buying a Kevlar glove.  He wasn't originally going to because it was $35.  The problem with the glove is that after a few cleanings it begun to stink to high heaven.  Underway I'm ultra sensitive to bad smells (part of the sea-sick thing), so I was sitting in the cockpit practically gagging when I decided I needed it to be far away from me.  I casually grabbed it and went to toss it across the cockpit.  Wouldn't you know it, but the damn thing went further than expected and managed to flop, ever so slowly, between the gap in the wind screens.  Away floated our expensive glove, and it wasn't like we were going to find another one anytime soon!  AND we were headed towards fishing haven -- the Red Sea!

On the 13th things finally started to settle out.  By nighttime it was almost comfortable.  That was until the flying fish attacked.  As I was going down for my first sleep Chris yelled down, "wow, a whole fleet of flying fish just flew over the boat in formation!".  When he woke me up three hours later he informed me that tons of flying fish had flown into the boat and cockpit during his watch.  I settled down into the cockpit, but after about 20 minutes not a single flying fish appeared so I thought I was in the clear.  Then it began.  "Thump".  "Thump thump", I could hear them hitting the hull of the boat.  Then "thump ..  thwat-thwat-thwat-thwat", one had hit the side of our screen and fallen into the cockpit.  Before I could get him scooped out two more had fallen onto the deck next to the cockpit.  I spent the next hour running around trying to throw the ones I could reach back into the sea. Finally I realized it was futile, there were too many, and every time I went to try and save one he'd just end up beating himself to death trying to avoid my touch anyway!  Chris later told me that he too had tried to save them until in the mist of throwing one back to the sea another flew straight into his chest -- SMACK!  After that he said "to hell with this!"  The rest of my watch I only removed the ones that came directly into the cockpit.  It was a strange night, the water was so phosphorescent that it was as though a huge spotlight shone from beneath.  The flying fish continued to thump against the boat, hitting our cockpit screens, the sails, and decks ...  it was like being under attack.  During our next watches the flying fish died down so things were peaceful again.  As the sun came up I looked forward and saw our decks were littered with what appeared to be hundreds of dead fish.  There wasn't a clear spot to be seen.  When Chris came up I told him to look, he couldn't believe it.  we also had fish scales on everything, it was a mess.  It was finally our first calm day, so Chris was able to go on deck and clean up some of the mess.  He counted 78 fish, and this does not include the ones that hit and bounced off, nor the ones that we threw off.  One poor guy was wedged in-between a solar panel and the support beam that held it, about a 1/4-inch space above the dodger!




Chris kept a "fleet" of four, which he rigged up to use as a lure

We spent our last night in super calm seas, going about 3 knots.  As we wanted to arrive in the daylight we just sat back and enjoyed the smooth oceans and calm sail.  I probably say this after every passage, but I've never been happier to have a passage over with and to arrive somewhere safely.  Now of course we had a huge task ahead of us, we had the forward hatch that needed repairing, a water maker that was probably beyond repair, a torn sail, and oh did I mention we discovered another hole in the dinghy? Little did we know that our problems were actually ten times worse that all that -- water had found its way from the forward compartment to under our bed, causing substantial damage ...  but that's a story for our time in Salalah.
Passage Blurbs:  Uligan, Maldives to Salalah, Oman

Passage Blurbs: Uligan, Maldives to Salalah, Oman

Salalah Oman - Busy Port Anchorage

Trip Summary - 1273 nM, 240 Hours, Ave 5.3 Knots
Nautical Miles to Date - 24,885
a very Crowded Area by Container Port


Salalah Oman Yacht Anchorage

Night 10 - Feb 14, 2008

1226 nM down - 45 to go Very Calm and slow - Nice for a change

Night 9 - Feb 13, 2008

1120 nM down - 152 nM to go Woke up with 78 dead flying fish on board


Flying Fish Fiasco

Night 8 - Feb 12, 2008

996 nM down - 277 nM to go Nice Bluefin Tuna for Sashimi Lunch Caught 2 Mahi Mahi and another Small Tuna


The Keeper - Nice 4+ foot Bull Mahi Mahi for the Freezer

Night 7 - Feb 11, 2008
846 nM down - 425 nM to go Calm then Rough - Wind on the Beam Caught small tuna 3 x size of lure

Night 6 - Feb 10, 2008
708 nM down - 545 nM to go Wind finally at 70-90 Degrees Caught two Mahi Mahi at once - Too small


Pizza on a rolly boat At least you can check your toppings through the window

Night 5 - Feb 09, 2008
570 nM down - 683 nM to go Bearing off a bit - Still 20nM off course


Small Mahi-Mahi - too rough to clean

Night 4 - Feb 08, 2008
450 nM down - 804 nM to go Still Beating 20 knots. Slightly Favorable Wind Shift - Still 40nM Off Course

Night 3 - Feb 07, 2008
330 nM down - 925 nM to go Still Beating 20 knots w Torn Jib. NE Moonson? Why NNW Winds? UGGH

Night 2 - Feb 06, 2008
205 nM down - 1050 nM to go Still Crappy increased to 25 knots

Night 1 - Feb 05, 2008 
75 nM down - 1180 nM to go Crappy Sailing beating into 20 knots