September 30, 2012
Saying Good Bye

September 15, 2012
Reflections on Our 27 Year Circumnavigation

September 1, 2012
Sea of Cortez Sailing

August 15, 2012
Back to the Sea of Cortez

August 1, 2012
After Circumnavigation: What to Take, What to Leave Behind

July 15, 2012
Mexican Booby Trap

July 1, 2012
Tackling the Tehuantepec

June 14, 2012
Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico

June 1, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

May 15, 2012
Costa Rican Cruising

May 1, 2012
New Found Friends in Golfito, Costa Rica

April 15, 2012
It’s a Jungle Out There

April 1, 2012
Hunting and Gathering in Panama

March 15, 2012
Money.... Money.... Money

March 1, 2012
Feel Free Transits the Panama Canal

February 15, 2012
Transiting the Panama Canal

February 1, 2012
Feel Free is Back in the Pacific

January 15, 2012
Charter Skipper for a Week

January 1, 2012
Confessions of a Charter Cat Chef

December 15, 2011
Away to the Andamans Part 2

December 1, 2011

November 15, 2011
Sailing in a Freshwater Paradise

November 1, 2011
To Barf or not to Barf, that is the question

October 14, 2011
Remarkable Cruisers

October 3, 2011
The Sea of Cortez, Another World

September 15, 2011
Panama Canal Here We Come

September 1, 2011
Sailing for Humanity

August 15, 2011
A Hard Lesson on the Hard and Reflections on Boat Work

August 1, 2011
Here Come the Lion Fish

July 15, 2011
The Joy of Books

July 1, 2011
The Sailors of San Blas

June 15, 2011
The Good Life in Kuna Yala

June 1, 2011
The Dirt Dweller in Paradise

May 15, 2011
People of the San Blas, Then and Now

May 1, 2011
Cruising in Kuna Yala

April 15, 2011
Near Disaster in the San Blas

April 1, 2011
At Last in the San Blas

March 15, 2011
Chilling Out in Cholon

March 1, 2011
Ah, Cartagena!

February 15, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 2

February 1, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 1

January 14, 2011
Aruban Interlude

December 30, 2010
Hunkering Down for a Hurricane

December 15, 2010
A Day in the Life - Our Passage to Aruba

December 1, 2010
Stuck in Curacao

November 15, 2010
Stormy Night Sailing

November 1, 2010
Sailing In The Sticks

October 15, 2010
Safety, Security and Circumnavigating with some tips on how to stay safe

October 4, 2010
Feel Free Transits The Suez Canal

September 15, 2010
Red Sea Sailing

September 1, 2010
FEEL FREEs Voyage Into the Red Sea

August 15, 2010
And just a little further, to Curacao

August 1, 2010
Bonaire Diving

July 15, 2010
Then To Bonaire

July 1, 2010
Cruising Remote Venezuelan Isles

June 15, 2010
Cruising St. Vincent

June 1, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

May 15, 2010
The Spice Isle

May 1, 2010
To the Grenadines

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

April 1, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part II

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

March 1, 2010
Provisioning for the Atlantic Crossing

February 15, 2010
Atlantic Crossing Preparations

February 1, 2010
Cruising the Canary Islands

January 15, 2010
Out Of Africa

January 1, 2010
Come With Me To The High Atlas Mountains.............

December 15, 2009
Two Years Of Mediterranean Sailing

December 1, 2009
Moving On To Morocco

November 18, 2009
Leaving The Med

November 13, 2009
Reaching The Rock Of Gibraltar Milestone

October 15, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del Sol

October 1, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del High-rise

September 15, 2009
Sailing The Spanish Isles

September 1, 2009
At Sea Or On The Hook, These Recipes Travel Well

August 15, 2009
An Interlude At Menorca

August 1, 2009
A Pleasant Passage To Menorca

July 15, 2009
The Agony And Ecstasy Of The Tunisian Coast

July 1, 2009
Tripping Around Tunisia

June 15, 2009
Tales From North Africa

June 1, 2009
Dont Freak If Your Fridge Fails

May 15, 2009
Into Africa

May 1, 2009
Meandering Around Malta, Then Off To Tunisia

April 15, 2009
Low-Tech DIY Ideas For The New Economy

April 1, 2009
The Med Set A Few Cruiser Profiles

March 15, 2009
That Sinking Feeling

March 1, 2009
Thailand to Oman: Three Passages, Three Ports

February 15, 2009
Doing Hard Time in Malta

February 1, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 2

January 15, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 1

January 2, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

December 15, 2008
Cruising With The Bear

December 1, 2008
Versatile Vinegar, The Boaters Friend

November 15, 2008
What I Did In This Summer -- Dock Masters In paradise

November 1, 2008
Over The Top Of Oz

October 16, 2008
The Tumultuous Tasman

October 1, 2008
Sweet Memories Of The Splendid Surins

September 15, 2008
And Then We Were In Malta

September 1, 2008
Feel Frees Siracusan Story

August 15, 2008
The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

August 1, 2008
All Tied Up In The Ionians

July 15, 2008
A Greek Odyssey Our Journey to Ithaca

July 1, 2008
Anatomy of a Near Catastrophe

June 15, 2008
Good-bye Turkey, Hello Greece

June 1, 2008
More Winter Cruising in Turkey

May 15, 2008
Winter Cruising in Turkey

April 15, 2008
Talking Turkey: Marmaris Marina Living

April 15, 2008
The Joy Of The Side Trip

April 1, 2008
Return to Marmaris, And The Budget

March 15, 2008
Passing Time And Dodging The Meltemi

March 1, 2008
Home Sweet Home

February 15, 2008
A Little Working, A Little Cruising

February 1, 2008
Working Our Way Around The World

January 15, 2008
Welcome Aboard Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Liz Tosonis and Tom Morkins Feel Free

January 1, 2008
About Tom Morkin and Liz Tosoni

January 1, 2008
About Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Voyage Itinerary

January 2, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

By Liz Tosoni

I’m sitting in the cockpit, staring out at all the boats in the yard, contemplating my next task, and daydreaming. We’ll soon be back in the water and I can’t help imagining how nice it’ll be to hear the water lapping against the hull, feel the quiet motion of the boat at anchor. Soon… But first, I sift through memories and think back to another special landfall we made not too long ago.

Indonesia, a land of balmy breezes and gentle seas, just what Tom and I were looking for after months of sailing with strong trade winds on the east coast and over the top of Australia. The Australia-Indonesia-Malaysia-Thailand route suited our itinerary perfectly, as we planned to eventually sail to the Red Sea.

The map shows the route we took from Darwin, Australia, through the islands of Indonesia and on to Singapore and Malaysia.

Indonesia’s size and diversity always fascinated us. The largest archipelago in the world, the country has an estimated 14,000 sun-drenched tropical islands and more than 160 million people speaking hundreds of distinct dialects. We were excited by its wondrous natural attractions. One of the most diverse and biologically fascinating corners of the planet, the islands have an astounding variety of trees, the world’s largest flower and lizard, thousands of varieties of butterflies and wild orchids, and rare animal species found nowhere else.

The 500-nautical mile passage was very relaxing, with light airs and calm seas.

The routing was not without concerns however. An Australian friend cautioned, “Take care sailing the pirate-infested waters of Indonesia” — a sentiment echoed by family and friends back home. The Bali bombings had occurred less than two years earlier, and the fear of terrorism couldn’t be denied. We worried about the lack of wind sometimes experienced in those latitudes; the phenomenon of thick haze and smog brought on by the burning of the forests of Borneo and Sumatra, reducing visibility and causing health and shipping hazards; and the prevalence of deep anchorages and strong currents.

One has to be alert to fishing nets and the lack or incorrect use of navigation lights on fish boats. The Indonesian government is restrictive with cruising permits, meaning you have to pick and choose your landfalls very carefully, covering a huge distance within a short time frame. Malaria is endemic to the area so prevention has to be considered. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t without a little anxiety that we put Australia’s safe shores to our stern back in late July 2004.

July through September is the optimum time for sailing this area because of the prevailing southeasterly winds. October is a transitional month when electrical storms can occur. Most boats depart the country for Singapore and/or Malaysia during that time, then wait for the northern hemisphere’s northeast trade winds to fill in, in early November, before heading north to Thailand.

The Timor Sea was a pleasant surprise. The 500-nautical-mile passage from Darwin to the island of Roti, south of Kupang, was probably our easiest and most relaxed to date — soporific, almost like a retreat, after the frenzy of preparations in Darwin. We experienced light winds, slight seas, sunny days, and starry nights.

While at anchor off Rinca Island, Tom watches for the famous komodo dragons on shore. Observing komodo dragons (largest lizard in the world) in the wild was one of the many highlights of our Indonesian voyage.

From Roti, we sailed west between Flores and Sumba to reach the islands of Rinca and Komodo. Surrounding slopes were smooth textured, tawny like the coat of a lion, contours interrupted by tufts of green bush and angular, stately palms. Once anchored securely, Tom mused, “I feel like I’m inside a painting.”

Sailing is a way of life in Indonesia.



Then came thump, thump, bang, bang! What the hell?! It was a frenetic feeding frenzy of great numbers of Trevally jacks surrounding Feel Free, bumping the hull, leaping and darting towards shore, chasing greater numbers of smaller fish, forcing them to one corner of the bay, causing many to fall to their fates, flopping on the beach.

Then it was our turn for a feed so we quickly dinghied to shore and scooped up about a dozen nice bonito for lunch, leaving more than a dozen bony barracuda behind. These, we hoped, would be bait for the Komodo dragons, over 1,000 of which inhabit the island. We were not disappointed.

We had to be ever alert to fishing nets, unlit boats and fish houses like this one.

At dusk, with binoculars trained on shore, we were mesmerized by our own private Komodo dragon show. Skulking slowly towards supper, this three-meter lizard approached, picked up, vigorously flicked from side to side and devoured every one of those tasty barracuda morsels, as well as more he found lying in and amongst some rocks. We could view his darting yellow tongue clearly from the cockpit. We read that with that tongue they can smell a meal 11 kilometers away.

We were delighted by the art and culture of Bali. Around every corner there was a dance or concert to attend or a display of art of every variety to enjoy.

Throughout our journey, we saw a wide variety of traditional fishing vessels, large and small, colorful and elegant. Every island seemed to have its own design and style. However, fishing nets, shipping traffic, unlit boats, and even large, elaborate fish houses or stockades are a very real part of life when cruising Indonesia.

Interestingly, fishermen are very curious about foreign vessels and have the habit, night or day, of speeding directly for your boat just to get a good look, waving hellos, and then speeding off again. It was unnerving, especially at night, but we came to realize it to be a harmless practice.

Our journey took us west along the northern coasts of Sumbawa and Lombok and on to the east coast of Bali, where we managed to take the last spot in the rather ramshackle marina. After three weeks in remote areas it was a bit of a shock to see so many commercial boats, cruise ships and general traffic as well as signs of a big city. A road trip by bemo (minibus) and motorscooter took us to temples, shrines, waterfalls, volcanoes, and rice paddies, while we also enjoyed festivals and dances.

We then sailed west to Java’s east coast from where we headed northwest to the mountainous island of Bawaen. En route, hundreds of sailing canoes and other craft peppered the horizon like Monarch butterflies and dozens of bamboo FADs (fish aggregating devices) had to be avoided. At one point, Tom counted 55 fishing vessels in the distance between the bow and the port beam so there was no dozing off during night watches.

From Bawaen, we sailed north to Kumai on the southwest coast of Borneo (Kalimantan). For years we’d read about and imagined coming to visit the orangutan sanctuary at Camp Leakey in Tanjung Putting National Park. The face to face with the orangutans in two separate areas of the Park on the island of Kalimantan was unforgettable. We met adult females and their adorable, clinging, fluffy orange infants, playful adolescent males and females, and two dominant adult males, with circular cheek pads and large throat pouches, bold and regal looking with high foreheads and vibrant, flowing coats of fur, staring at us as if to say “I rule. Don’t mess with me.”

It was totally a pleasure to spend time with the orangutans at Camp Leakey.

They posed naturally, performed acrobatics in the trees, played with one another, all at close range and in slow motion. A female played footsy with Tom and a mother and her babe leaned against our friend Karin like old pals, and another entertained us by attempting to put a pair of thongs on her hands.

Our friend Karin of Luna became fast friends with this Mom and her young one.

We met ‘Princess’, who in 1975 was famously on the front cover of National Geographic with Dr. Birute Galdikas — and knows sign language. This matriarch greeted tourists as they arrived and departed as if it were her lifetime job. We were smiling the entire time we were with these charming creatures.

Information On Camp Leakey

Camp Leakey was established in 1971 by Canadian anthropologist Dr. Birute Galdikas, and named after legendary anthropologist Louis Leakey. It supports the research activities of Tanjung Puting National Park, is the base for scientists and students conducting studies on orangutans and other rainforest species, and functions as an orangutan rehabilitation center. For an in-depth look, read Reflections of Eden, My Years With The Orangutans Of Borneo by Birute M. F. Galdikas. One and two-day tours can be arranged in Kumai through several companies offering the service, and the price can be negotiated.

Our cruise then took us to Serutu Island and on to the Riau-Lingga archipelago south of Singapore before ending this part of the journey in Danga Bay in Malaysia. The lowest point of the trip occurred en route to Serutu. From our ship’s log:

Sept 15, Serutu Island: Two days and one and a half nights at sea to arrive here (256 miles), with strong winds, hazy skies, boisterous conditions. Loss of steerage came after a tug and barge encounter in which we doused the jib, hardened the main, turned off the autopilot, and altered course to avoid collision. The tug and barge passed to our stern when steerage was lost. While doing a couple of 360s, and thinking it was hydraulic fluid that was needed, Tom started pouring fluid into the oil reservoir on the binnacle, which spilled all over the cockpit sole turning it into a skating rink. Like drunken sailors we slipped and slid. Finally, steerage was regained.

Approaching Serutu around 0150, the night sky was ink black, thunder roared in the distance, and the only visual evidence we had that we were where we thought we were, aside from radar and C-Map, was intermittent lightning which lit up the sky like a torch, clearly pointing out the high, cliffy outline of the island. Then came the buckets of rain, poured from the heavens, on our small boat in a big ocean.

Because of the rain, radar became cluttered and therefore useless. Then, the depth sounder failed to show depth and the winds began to blow onshore. Whining that the gods were conspiring against us, drenched and discouraged, we slowly circled the anchorage with spotlight on the other yachts tucked inside, talking about heading offshore, when the depth sounder miraculously returned, the winds clocked around, and we gratefully dropped the hook in front of Luna in 65 feet. Relief.

This fisherman had lots of help repairing his sail!

Our brief but memorable interlude in Indonesia initiated the crew of Feel Free into a new ocean and an entirely new world. The worries we’d had before leaving Australia had been managed successfully, there had been absolutely no sign of pirates, and no one in the cruising fleet had contracted malaria. We experienced very little haze and smog, mostly contrary current, and overall sailing conditions were good. The only serious motoring was at the end of the voyage as we neared the equator, at the western edge of the archipelago.

In just over two months, we visited 15 islands, each with its own unique characteristics, like separate countries; covered more than 2,000 nautical miles; saw some amazing wildlife and landscapes; met some of the world’s friendliest people, while barely scratching the surface of this complicated and fascinating country. Would we recommend it to others? Absolutely!