Time to Move On...Next Stop Rodrigues Island

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Despite the fact we've been living on island time, there's been an inner voice telling us that it's time to leave … time to move on. The cycle of seasons move in their own time and don't wait for sailors. This is not the place to be when the cyclone season begins and so regretfully, we've left the beautiful Cocos Keeling Islands and have begun our passage to Rodrigues Island (aka Rodriguez), a small island 1,985 nm away.

There's always a bit of regret when we leave a place we've enjoyed and been comfortable. There's always a bit of apprehension mixed with anticipation and exhilaration as we haul anchor and head out of a harbor and across a vast ocean. What's out there? How will the weather be? What will break this time? How long will it take us?

With a good weather window in the forecast and the trade winds blowing us west, we've set out once again on the next leg of this Indian Ocean passage. Stay tuned for updates and info along the way.

10 Days to Cocos Keeling

Our passage from Geraldton, Western Australia to the Cocos Keeling Islands in the Indian Ocean was idyllic. We could not have asked for better weather, better winds or better conditions. (Okay, that 10th day sucked, but the good days were really good! ) Here's our photo journal of the trip and our passage stats: Planned miles: 1422 Actual Miles: 1468

Days at sea: 10.5 Average speed: 5.8 kts

Flying fish: 14 Squid: 4 Birds: 1 Edible fish: 0

 

humpback whale breaching

Humpback whale breaching just off our port beam

 

red tailed tropic bird

A red-tailed tropic bird did frequent flyovers.

 

dramatic sunrise

A dramatic sunrise on the Indian Ocean

 

brute force and a hammer

The captain resorts to brute force (and hammer) to coax a jammed whisker pole into service.

 

wing on wing

Nine of Cups sailed downwind wing-on-wing for most of the passage. Our poor American flag looks a bit worse for the wear.

 

big waves

Winds and waves were big at times. We saw up to 40 knot gusts and lots of green water over the bow.

 

flying fish

Flying fish come in different sizes.

 

stuck squid

Squids are sticky … especially on the mainsail.

 

moonset sunrise

Moonset is no competition for sunrise.

 

cocos

Arrival at beautiful Cocos Keeling Atoll

Arrival at Cocos Keeling

62 miles to Cocos and oh, how we worked for those miles. We flew along with just the jib until David noticed a small tear on the leech near the UV. We hauled in the jib, put up the staysail and a triple-reefed main and maintained nearly the same speed. Add a jib repair to the growing list of to-do's. The wind continued to scream with gusts near 40 knots, the following seas building and giving us a sleigh ride of a passage. There were no naps to be had; the cockpit was the most comfortable place aboard. The saloon looked like a hurricane had hit … 10 days of passage including the last two days of rough weather had taken its toll below. A larger Swiss sailboat overtook us and though they didn't respond to radio hails, they waved as they went by. They had a #52 and a rally burgee that we couldn't quite make out flying from their port flag halyard. Hmm … hopefully there's not a rally going to the Cocos. Perhaps, it was a yacht club burgee? Per instructions, we called the Australian Federal Police a couple of hours out to advise them of our arrival. All good, they'd check us in at 2pm tomorrow and we were free to leave the boat prior to that if we wished.

sailboat passing us

sailboat passing us

The Cocos Keeling are low-lying islands, but finally about 10 miles out, when we reached the crest of a wave, we spotted a long expanse of palm trees, seemingly growing right out of the ocean depths. We were still showing 6,000 (1,845m) foot depths and there, just in in front of us a few miles, were islands lush with palm trees. We slogged our way into the wide atoll opening between Horsburgh Island and Direction Island, not quite enjoying the cold, wet sting of the waves as they now slapped the side of the boat and rose up, thoroughly drenching us each time.

palm trees in the distance

palm trees in the distance

It was dusk as we rounded the end of Direction Island and watched the depth meter go dramatically from “unreadable – too deep” to 40 feet (12m) in seconds. It was that dramatic. Our electronic charts seemed spot on and the flashing lights shown on our charts were functional. Hallelujah! A small ship was anchored in Port Refuge. We passed by and headed east towards a more suitable depth for Nine of Cups. There is an inner lagoon for sailboats, but the area is dotted with coral heads and negotiating this area at night was not advisable without knowledge of the waters. We were content to drop the hook in 22 feet (6.7m) and call it a day. Even though it was dusk, the water was so clear, I could see our anchor hit the sand on the bottom and coral patches seemed easily distinguished. Dropping the hook, seeing the anchor dig in and finally turning off the engine provided a wonderful satisfaction and relief. A few days R&R (that's repair and regroup) were definitely in order.

We were close enough to the inner lagoon anchorage to count the boats at anchor there … 20! How could this be? This late in the season, we were expecting to have the place mostly to ourselves … perhaps a few other boats, but a whole fleet? Even after we were comfortably anchored, we noted two other sailboats arriving. One was flying a discernible burgee … the ARC! We had checked weather, currents, regulations, things to see and do. We had not checked to see if there were any rallies scheduled to stop in the Cocos.

arc burgee

arc burgee

The ARC, a renowned around-the-world rally from hell, is one of those things that are fun for the those participating and directly benefiting, but definitely not enjoyable for those on the sidelines. They tend to monopolize the anchorages, the services and the locals wherever they stop, leaving non-rally boats at a disadvantage. We plan to find out where they're heading … this might be a passage-altering occurrence.

Back to the arrival … it was pretty much dark when David finished tidying up the deck and I finished de-hurricaning the saloon and starting dinner. We'll have to await morning to get our first real glimpse of the Cocos Keeling Islands. BUT … we're here!

Read all about the Cocos Keeling Islands here.

Continue on our Indian Ocean Crossing from Cocos to Rodriques Island here.