Turning the Page

Two weeks before our departure to Queensland we sold Stolen Kiss!! With 5 days between getting off the hard at Spot On, signing the contract, settlement and packing up our personal items, we were quite busy!

Strange as things happen, we had had her on the market for over a year to see what might come of it. (It was too good to think that we may have sold her when we were almost at parity with the USD!) No interest what so ever. Within one hour of receiving a cheque for the deposit from the new owners in Darwin, a chap from Fremantle called and desperatly wanted to buy her. On the same day as signing the contract, I had a call from Perth offering me work!

The name..of course we keep!

As one door closes, another opens. We are looking primarily to purchase the new Stolen Kiss in the States. Good time to buy over there. We are weighing up the ideas of East Coast V West Coast. East Coast allows us to do the ICW, Panama, Cuba (my choice) and San Blas Islands (Peter's choice). West Coast, primarily Seattle allows us to go to Vancouver and cruise up to Alsaska. As yes, the next boat will have heating.

As far as designers go, Peter is following those what he knows (which is quite extensive). Of course S&S are at the top of our list, as are Frers. We have found a centreboard yacht the same configuration as the old Stolen Kiss, but not an S&S. That is tempting!

Peter has also found a possible purchase in Ipswich (his old home!) which gives us the option of not being in a hurry to move out of the UK or the Med!

However, if our boat purchase is anything like our property purchases, it will be totally impulsive and unexpected!

We have not been without a boat for 20 years. Being boatless is far worse than being homeless! However, a new adventure awaits!

Crocodile Country

Everyone you meet in the northern regions of Australia; cruisers, fishermen and landlubbers all seem to have their own crocodile story to tell. The daily rag has one almost every day.

The talk at the moment is of introducing a culling program. Nothing new, after all, when I lived in Wyndham (aka the Cambridge Gulf is the arse end of the world and Wyndham is 60 miles up it….the description given to me by a public servant no less!) in the early 1980’s there was talk about the town and with government officials that the same needed doing. The wheels of government..they take time!

Sadly there have been a few tragedies with crocs taking children in Darwin and northern Queensland, hence the current discussion. Being young, ignorant and new chums to Wyndham, it took an indigenous person to point out to a group of us that there was a rather large salty in the billabong where we were swimming! Better to be born lucky than rich!!!!!!!!

It does appear though, that the crocs, being territorial, are on the move during the wet looking for new places to live. On a very high tide in Darwin, (March equinox) one small chap decided to go exploring and happily found a quiet home in the Botanical Gardens no less. A nice sandy ‘beach’ and lawn to sunbathe on!! Imagine the surprise of the person who was strolling around the gardens and found the croc doing the same!!!!!! He had managed to walk across a busy road, probably undertaking the journey at night, just after high tide.

Some crocs even manage to find a new home thanks to good people! In Queensland (some government department, apparently not fisheries!) a project was started called ‘Crocs in Space’ which basically translated into tagging a croc with a satellite tracking device, planting him somewhere and see where he ends up. It is believed that most crocs have an accurate ‘homing device’ and find their way back to their territory. Perhaps this was the theory being tested?? Under this program in late 2008, a rather large crocodile was caught in Bamaga (Cape York) and released some 50 miles north of Townsville. This in itself was alarming enough to the people of Townsville who do not usually have crocs so close. It gets worse!!! The croc, not happy with his new location, trundled off to none other than Magnetic Island, found himself a beautiful white sandy beach to call home. I guess whoever was responsible for this, thought it seemed a good idea at the time??? The dive charter companies, along with resort businesses in the area, did not agree and are taking legal action to compensate for loss of income! The croc??…maybe heading for a handbag????????

When we were heading into Crocodile Creek in the Kimberley, we chatted to a Fremantle yacht with three men on board making a quick exit as they had been chased by a rather large croc in their dinghy. They were rowing at the time, so hardly making a noise! We stayed for a few days and saw nothing, although we were sure we were being watched!

A catamaran last season had anchored in Seaplane Bay (between the King George and Berkley Rivers) much to the disgust of a rather large croc. To voice his displeasure, the croc continued to bang his tail against the hull of the cat, and when that failed, he sat across the back of the boat with his tail teaching over the back of one pontoon and his head on the other. The cat was 45’ in length and more than 4m wide! Any attempt by the owners to scare him away was to no avail (they even ran the engines for a while) so they went below and left him to it. Although the crocodile was no-where to be seen in the morning, they did notice him following them out the bay!

One saltie chap, over 3m in length, was found last week to be enjoying the nice tourist town of Coral Bay and surrounds on the WA coast. Quite a way south!!! Not in the brochure as an optional extra, wildlife officers were a little miffed as what to do about the univited guest. We can oly assume that catching the rather large fellow was not in their job description, so in the interests of the local people and tourists, it was shot.

Of course there is also Bill’s croc story of his dinghy being death rolled by a crocodile, just after he had stepped out of it whilst anchored in Honeymoon Bay. The small croc had been hanging around another yacht that had fish hanging form the back of the boat.

The one that ‘takes the cake’ happened the other day. Two young guys decided to take their helicopter and collect some crocodile eggs. They landed near their ‘tinnie’ and off they went up the creek. They had a gun with them, as most station people do. Nothing unusual in that.

One of the young gentleman lent over the side and put his arm underwater to reach down and collect the eggs from the nest. As he was doing this..surprise..mummy was nearby (females always stand guard of their nest in case this very thing happens!) and grabbed his arm. The crocodile tried to pull him in the water. He shouted for his mate to shoot the crocodile. In panic, his mate(#2) indeed took a shot but missed and shot his (mate #1) arm off instead. They managed to get to Darwin Hospital and both survived! This did not reach the papers..one of the cruisers works in ED at Darwin Hospital!

We look forward to being somewhere where you can swim off the boat, puddle around in an inflatable and not have to worry about crocodiles!

Dabbling in Darwin. May - Sept 2008

Sailing down to Darwin from Malaysia was Peter’s decision as he was going to be doing the work that was needed on Stolen Kiss. Of primary concern was our Perkins 4108 that needed an overhaul and we had finally decided that the usual Perkins oil leak(s) were to be no more!




Having Naffa (a fantastic diesel engine mechanic, undoubtedly the best in Australia) work on the engine alone washed away any doubts we had of coming back, not only because he was a super neat worker, (important when you are living aboard during all of this) but he knew exactly what had to happen and could do the work on the engine without having to haul the engine out of the boat. He also listened to the engine and knew exactly what needed attention (not much at all) and saw that we required a new engine mount. (That accounted for the new vibration we felt over the last 500 miles!) Rather than get a new mount, which would take around 6 – 8 weeks, he took ours off to have it machined and re-welded; the end result in his opinion, much better than a new one! Our engine now has the all clear for another 15,000 miles or so. The very affable Naffa is Egyptian and reminded us that if in Egypt, all his labour would only cost $100; however, as neither of us was in Egypt…..

The company Naffa works for, RANms, was a lucky find via a web search. Peter’s confidence in him was inspired through email contact as he actually understood exactly what Peter was asking of him and had a straight forward solution to our engine concerns.


The cooler weather in Darwin during the dry season was another deciding factor as Peter could work on the boat without sweating profusely. Then of course was the fact that I could easily find work here which would provide us with some fun tickets (which was just as well given the slippery slide in the world of finance) and would get me off the boat and out of Peter’s way during the day. Peter has also been able to find some part-time work re-building a trimaran for a wonderful guy in Cullen Bay Marina.


Lucky for us, ‘rum currency’ still works in Darwin! Another problem that arose on our last leg to Darwin was the rudder bearing. We were able to swap a bottle of rum for a beautiful repair on a bearing that was machined and a new bush inserted..

As furling the headsail was becoming increasingly difficult, especially for me, (how could this be after all the weights we did at Sutera Harbour??) Peter took what he could of our profurl apart, only to find that perhaps something was amiss. A specific bearing puller was needed and just as it happened, the agent in Darwin (Sea Fleet Marine) had had the said tool sent up from Sydney to do the same to another profurl. Too easy!

Other projects continue, like putting in a microwave, a ‘J’ shaped galley so we can actually stay in the galley when we are on port tack, a new floor, new insulation inside the hull, replacing the copper earth strip, adding a quarter berth/aft cabin, re-establishing the water tanks underneath the saloon floor where they were originally and moving the two additional fuel tanks to the middle of the boat as well. We expect that moving the weight of the tanks back to the centre of the boat will make Stolen Kiss a little stiffer and improve her windward performance. Although a little more storage space has been created, mostly it is a simple exercise of shuffling items around the boat. We know we will forget where some things are stored!



Ripping up the original teak and holly floor was sad but in doing this, Peter found a huge amount of timber that had been put under the floor in various places (perhaps by the previous owner) to try to counteract the effects of an ageing floor!! To think that we had hauled all of this around the Indian Ocean!!!!!!!! Our waterline is forever going up!!


Darwin has actually been a hoot! The dry season, the main tourist season, is jam packed with amazing entertainment. Being a major defence post, there have been several war games in the water and heavens. Pitch Black involved air to air combat between the Australian Air Force, several SE Asian Nations and that of Canada. It was a little noisy for a while but also interesting to watch. An open day afforded us (with all and sundry) the opportunity to participate in a ‘show and tell’. We had a wonderful chat with two Australian Pilots of an F-18, who were nice boys and obviously very switched on.

We have seen the rallies come and go; as always with some entertainment. Peter has really enjoyed checking out some of the yachts, which I am sure are in his dreams! We still cannot fathom some of the European women, rather endowed with body mass, working on their boats in the marina in their g-strings or semi naked. We just put it down to a cultural difference!! Sadly though, the SE Asian cultures understandably find this highly embarrassing and insulting. Sad in that there are many westerners that do not recognise the need to be a little more modest in these countries.


The idea of getting around Darwin without a set of wheels was just too much for us to comprehend, so within 3 days of our arrival we had purchased a Tarrago van (with camping gear) from some backpackers. The van is excellent and actually very economical. Vehicles can be had for a bargain up here if purchased the day the backpackers are vacating the country!

We have passed the odd hour or two at Fannie Bay Sailing club enjoying the amazing sunsets, washed down with food and beverages available. Although the Mindil Beach Markets are very touristy, we go every now and then to have dinner and walk along the beach, once again at sunset. The town centre is very much the focal point of the community and is alive after hours. We have always managed to find a parking space in town. Everywhere in Darwin takes 10 minutes to get there with no traffic hassles.



As Peter had never experienced a Rodeo, off we went one night to see the cowboys do their stuff. We had visiting cowboys from Canada and the USA, so it was quite an entertaining evening. We left just before the band, booze and the odd fight started. One girl who had spent a few hours up a tree to get a good view sadly had a little too much of the good stuff and fell out of the tree, breaking a few limbs (hers) in the process.





Although Darwin has changed significantly in the 5 years since we have been here, evidenced by a little more than just the towering skyline, there are still many people here who are happy to help out. The characters of the Top End can be found in all walks of life. Where else would you see neatly emblazoned on the side of a ute, ‘Nangifuckinggulley’. Not sure where the Gulley actually is but one can only imagine of its whereabouts.




We have ventured outside Darwin to take in some of the sights and waterholes, with still many more to re-visit. Both Peter and I have been here in our separate lives, albeit some time ago and for me, most was viewed through the meniscus of a wine glass! We plan to do some aerial flights over Arnhem Land during the wet season and visit places like Fog Dam (a well visited picnic spot) and Leitchfield National Park.







There was a 10 day camp (wanting an extra staff member) involving 19, 15 year old boys (who are in need of a little more guidance than others) paddling down the Ord River from the Lake Argyle Dam to Kununurra, a total of 46km and a further 3 day paddle on Lake Argyle. Having previously lived in the area some 25 years ago, it was too good an opportunity to miss out on. My absence was also an opportunity for Peter to rip the floor of the boat up.


It was an easy paddle with stunning scenery with some nice white sandy beaches (a surprise!). One of the main objectives of the camp was for the boys to experience the consequences of their decisions. They had to buy their own food, carry and cook it. Of course this meant that blood sugar levels were often in a see-saw state and those who did not buy wisely then stole food off their mates. As we know on boats, when you get out into the wilds with people, you get to see another side of their characters. This in itself was good for the boys to experience and they dealt with this (or not) in different ways. There were never any fights (a few disagreements) and the boys, to their credit, spent time talking over issues that arose between themselves. The supervised cliff jumping was enjoyed by most, but not necessarily undertaken by all. It was good to see some boys jumping off a smaller cliff without comment from the higher risk takers in the group.

After we had finished paddling the Ord down to Kununurra, I asked a professional fisherman if there were any ‘salties’ between the dams. Apparently there were two that he knew of – one lived around the bottom of the Argyle Dam and the other ‘hung’ out near one of the beach camps we stopped at! I was happy that I chosen not to swim! There were always salties in there when I used to live up here. One rather large one jumped up to try to grab the skids of the heli that was hovering over it! Gave the pilots a bit of a scare! We saw many freshwater crocsodiles who kept away from us. We suspected one had a nest near where we camped on the lake.

The paddle in itself was a challenge to most of the boys as there was no way out. They had to push through the hard bits to get to the end rather than having someone come along and bail them out, offering an easier option. The scary thing for us was that these boys will be driving in a year.



Julie and Marg are just in the process of delivering a large Beneteau down the West Coast, and after delivering several yachts across the Gulf of Carpentaria, they still prefer our old girl, saying that she handles the seas much better than the production boats, which is no great surprise. Of course with the exception to her previous Hallberg Rassy and the more expensive boats like the Amels. This just helps us to verify our decision to Keep Stolen Kiss and keep throwing money at her to keep her looking grand. For Peter it is very much a labour of love and we are very attached to the old girl. She has been across the Pacific three times with her previous owner, in fair winds, so maybe she will do the same for us!

We have committed ourselves to staying in Darwin for the wet season so we can finish the re-fit. The marinas here are becoming expensive given that there are no/poor facilities that go with the price and an ablution block that is rarely cleaned properly. (Tipperary Marina). Jules and Margaret may come north next year, so we might meet up with them in the Kimberley. It would be fantastic to spend some time with them. We will defer our decision to go east or west until then. The Indian Ocean beckons once again. We have been thinking about the Ashmore, Christmas, Cocos, Mentawi Island route. Cocos Island will be implementing a weekly charge next year, but given the rest of the Indian Ocean islands do the same, it was only a matter of time.



We return to Perth in Nov for a few months to ‘house sit’ our house and hope that Darwin is spared from a direct hit by any cyclones!!!!