Unfortunately our time in Ambon is in the middle of the rainy season. The wind comes from all directions and funnels over the hills, the rain goes straight into the cockpit due to strong currents turning the boat out of the wind.We are happily sitting inside, enjoying the cooler temperatures and the fast internet… Continue reading Amahusu, Ambon and Wanci, Wakatobi
Until a few years ago the check in process in Sorong was known for long waiting times and bribing was common but we read that this has changed completely nowadays.
After talking to three other cruisers who were both happy using Jhon from Doom Island as a translator we go over to talk to Jhon.
Having figured out the distances between the different offices we don’t understand why we would need to take a rental car for RUP 100’000.- (USD 7.-) an hour, so after a bit of discussion we agree with Jhon that he comes with us, but we go by local transport.
As soon as we arrive on the beach with our dinghy children appear from everywhere, interested and curious, but still most of them too shy to try out their school English. Since our Visaya is still 0 we are grateful that Roy and his wife Rannen Lin join them, both speaking English very well.
We agree to come by later and explore the town first. One street behind the beach everything is full with little shops, a market, money changers, gas station, and the people are enormously friendly to foreigners. The town seems a bit bigger than Babak on Samal, but probably a lot less visited by tourists/white people. Continue reading Against the wind from Davao to Sorong
