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Day 85 30 June 2000
Banda Sea
"A Rozengain By Another Name"
A few surprised faces at breakfast this morning. Banda is clearly in sight again. We have sailed a day and a half and made good 15 miles. It would be easy to get demoralised by this painfully slow progress. Yet what we have done since leaving Banda is remarkable. We have lugged 110 tonnes of timber and gear these 15 miles into the waves, using nothing but the wind to travel against itself, catching it in hand-stitched flax sails, trimmed to the wind by muscle power, steering the ship every centimetre by hand. I have always thought that sailing upwind is like rolling a ball uphill using gravity. There is a bit of magic in it. There. I feel less demoralised already. We pass close to the east of Pulau Hatta, named after the independence leader who was exiled in Banda by the Dutch. Hatta later went on to become vice president of the new republic. Pulau Hatta was previously known as Pulau Rozengain. The upper-merchant on Duyfken's 1606 voyage to Australia, Jan Loderwycksz, must have liked the name so much that he added it to his own. Thus it was Jan Loderwycksz van Rozengain who arrived in Cape York Peninsula looking for trade. As if his name weren't already a mouthful. We wear ship again after lunch and just before sunset we pass east of Pulau Hatta again at about the same distance as before. Now we have sailed two and a half days for the same 15 miles made good. But are we demoralised? Well, I can see a few faces turned longingly towards the soft, stable beds of Banda Neira's hotels. We have a fuel crisis on our hands. The diesel we bought in Banda is very dirty and is clogging up the filters on the generator in no time. Since we have only a limited supply of filter elements Mick has to find another way of cleaning the fuel. He is trying draining it into a drum through a funnel stuffed with cotton wool out of the medicine chest, then pouring the strained fuel back in the tank. A labourious task. We will have to wait to see if it is successful. While the generator is out of action we have to pump the bilges using the two elm pumps that discharge into a channel in the deck of the cabin. These pumps are authentic in every detail, including the sweat that pours off the operators within a couple of minutes of manning them.
Peter Manthorpe
Master