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NEWS LETTER
September - October 2005
We welcome our Zululand
Yacht Club Members here to read our recent published newsletter. So lets take
a look and read what our Executive Committee is up to.
WE WISH OUR MEMBERS A FAMILY AND FRIEND-FILLED
CHRISTMAS, WITH PEACE, JOY AND BLESSINGS
FROM YOUR COMMITTEE
WE WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME THE FOLLOWING NEW MEMBERS
& THEIR FAMILIES:
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Déjà Vu Newsletter No. 6
January - May 2005. Part I
(Colin
and Glyn Graig) (Shortened)
We
finally left Sutera Marina on 16 March, after working ourselves to a
standstill doing boat maintenance.
We painted the stern section of the boat, up to and including the
cockpit and removed and re-fitted the doghouse perspex windows, (which,
unfortunately, fell out when Colin was crunched inside the doghouse
painting and leaned against them!).
We
were a bit apprehensive about going to the Philippines due to all the
talk of piracy, abductions, etc. We had been tied to the shore for a good
few months, apart from a short
rip
to Pulau Tiga and our sailing companions, Senta and Wanderlust,
had long gone on ahead. We were
doomed to never catch them up and sailed alone around the whole of Palawan, never meeting another yacht. But this is
also what makes the Philippines
so great - it's very beautiful with spectacular high mountainous scenery,
gorgeous little coconut islands with fine white sand, azure water but no
other yachts, so, although we met quite a few interesting tourists at
various resorts, we were a little 'yachtie' lonely.
Even
though we anchored near lots of villages, we were seldom bothered by
anyone coming out to the boat, except once to bring us bananas and a
mamma with two kids who brought us drinking coconuts. We found most
Filipinos to be a bit reserved.
Our first night out of the Marina
we anchored in Usukan Bay, Borneo
mainland. By noon on our day of departure the wind was up to 20 knots NE
and by 2 pm it was 24 knots! Lots of moaning about the horrible beating
by both crew! (Glynn and Muff - although Muff can't speak she can
'give you the look'.) Wondering why we had spent so much time and energy
washing the boat as it was now an inch thick in salt from all the spray.
The following day
we arrived at Mantanani Island, still in Malaysia. It was a nice
anchorage, but not so good seeing all
the reef fish lying rotting along the beaches, dead or dying, either from
dynamiting or cyanide poisoning. This was our first brush with the Asian
way of fishing - stun it, kill it or poison it! It was shocking to see
beautiful little reef fish gasping on the ocean floor, struggling to swim
and for no reason other than greed from other species. We wonder if the
oceans here will recover? What a waste and completely illegal! Apparently They do have legislation but
no policing.
In
the morning we upped anchor and were off again. The wind came back at 18
knots from the NE and it was pretty heavy going with wind, swell and
current against us. We caught a Wahoo in the morning but had a very rough
afternoon with white water right over the boat. Wind up to 32 knots NE.
We tacked towards the Philippines
all night and were rewarded with a fantastic 30 knot squall, in the early
morning, which washed the boat, before finally arriving at Caboang Bay,
Balabac Island, the fartherest south of
the Philippine islands, our next anchorage. So far it has been a very
rough trip. Weighed anchor at 5.30 with squally, overcast sky. Tacked
away towards the east around Bugsuck
Island with the
wind still about 15 knots NE.
This
proved to be the prevailing pattern for sailing and we finally made it to
Puerto Princessa after 12 days of hard work and promptly ran aground in
the harbour. The 'yacht club' in the harbour was very welcoming, sending
their young man in a dingy to lead us to an anchorage spot with a big
welcoming smile.
The
yacht club was started by John and Cissy Leeder - John has spent many
years in the Philippines
and has married and settled down there. Their staff took really good care
of us, doing our smelly, sweaty laundry, giving us good meals, dispensing
shopping advice and directions, buying our diesel, filling our water jugs
etc. It was so nice to be pampered after that sweaty trip.
Puerto Princessa was a bit of a culture shock -
busy, noisy, dirty, and poor, with thousands of three wheel motorbikes
pouring pollution into the air. These are the main and exceptionally
cheap transport here. There are also the brightly coloured busses, that
take cargo and passengers inside - and on the roof - dogs, goats, crates
of chickens, bags of 'lactating hog' food (pigs are BIG business in the
Philippines) also about 20 spare tyres - as the roads are
usually tarmac for a bit then degenerate into sand and then into track.
In some places the island is only 8 miles wide,
from east to west, with a huge mountain range running along the center,
making it very difficult to get from one place to another. The Filipino
boats are really lovely - we called them "Spider Boats"
due to their long outriggers on each side, held up by 4 or 5 arched
supports and as they come flying along, almost on top of water, spray
flying, they look just like the water beetles, that skid over the surface
of water, that we all know, all beautifully painted and well maintained.
These
"Spider Boats" come in different sizes and the smaller ones are
powered by a Briggs and Stratton 5 hp air cooled lawnmower motor and can
do a good rate of knots at little cost, powered by such a small
propeller it seems as if it was cut out of an old tin can. One seldom
sees any lone fisherman paddling or using a crab claw sail now as most of
them have a motor, although how they afford the cost of the fuel we were
unable to ascertain.
Life
seems pretty hard for the majority of Filipinos, especially the ones who
live away from the biggish towns who survive by fishing, growing bananas,
rice, etc.
We did manage to find a couple of really good
restaurants in Puerto Princessa, eg 'Kalui', where the ambiance, décor
and food were first class. There
are also the 'Balinsasayaw', a more 'local' type restaurant where the
food were also excellent and exceptionally inexpensive. A good meal plus
drinks cost in the region of 400-500 Pesos for two. (For South African Rands divide by 7).
There
is a huge supermarket/department store in town that has a good selection
of tinned goods, some imported products as well as fresh meat and chicken
so re-stocking was much easier. You just buy your stuff, drag it
outside to the waiting trikes, the driver ties it on the back rack, jump
into the cab, and A- for- away! We also found 'Bruno's Swiss Deli', who
imports, amongst other things, lovely vacuum packed lamb from
NZ and Aussie beef, plus a whole host of lovely cheeses: We were in
heaven!
Peal
Farming has become a very big industry in the Philippines, financed by the
Japanese. These farms are everywhere north of Puerto Princessa and we
bought beautiful black, pink, and creamy pearls at more than reasonable
prices compared to prices at the tourist shops.
We
continue our journey northwards to Arreciffe Island
in Honda Bay, just 20 miles north of Puerto Princessa. This is a
beautiful spot with clean, clear water, beautiful coral and reef fish and
an enormous flash resort called 'Dos Palmas' (Two Palms). This was the
resort where the Abu Syeff had abducted tourists before. The resort
security came on board to check us out and then came back later and
invited us to the resort for dinner. We had to decline as we had already
started cooking but accepted for the following evening and spent a
wonderful evening ashore, with the owner of the resort, enjoying a conducted
tour of the facilities, including a buffet dinner and traditional cabaret
by the staff. The resort does not mind you joining their guests
snorkeling above the large clams and coral in front of their beach, in
fact they encourage you, which is a very welcome change. Perhaps it was
because we had been the first yacht to stop there for four years! To be continued. ______________________________________________________________________________________________
Congratulations!
Jody
Holloway sv Chamchela, has had her first novel published in America
(as Jocelyn Howe)! She wrote it 20
years ago with no intention of publishing it but convinced by her
husband, Andrew, she sent it in two years ago and got two positive
responses. She has 25 years of
broadcasting experience in SA and the UK, and has written scripts
for hundreds of hours of programming.
Having
served in the Rhodesian forces as one of only 12 female cadets, she can
strip a gun and has owned five motorbikes, yet crocheting afghan blankets
is a favourite past time. She
plays the guitar, reads anything and everything and works in women’s
ministry.
Book
reviewer, Lillian Brummet, says
of ‘Crest of Eagles’, set against a Zimbabwean background: “It certainly
ranks with some of the best… and I would not hesitate to give it the highest rating
available… Romance, adventure,
suspense, ancient tribal history and
modern day action – this book has it all!”
Order
your Christmas box now from www.zoot.co.za
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Editorial:
 Time
passes so quickly at the Club and with the strong SW of lately, some Club
war talk and my own slogging at the admin in the Office, I just seem to
have nothing much to say this time round. However, I did realize with
amazement that this is the 11th Newsletter I have completed
for the Club! I enjoy the brain activity and even though it gets me up
many a morning at 4h00, your active participation and appreciative
remarks make it all worthwhile.
Consider this edition, in a much lighter vein than the previous
one, my Christmas gift to you… ENJOY. EdiCat: yachtselkie@lantic.net
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Jessie from the USA
sv ‘Infidien’, and Jesse. and Riley from the Canadian sv ‘Tess’, all
dressed up for Halloween’s
trick or treat...
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VOYAGE OF “MAINSTAY” TO MADAGASCAR AND MOCAMBIQUE
2004
Part
4, by Clive (and Morag) Mentis
24th July:
Entered the approach to Mocambique
Island through
Canal de Norte. The approach is
easy in daylight between islands and reefs; nighttime would be another
matter! Anchored in the late
afternoon in sheltered water North West
of the old fort on Mocambique
Island. Depth 8m, sandy bottom.
The old fort was built about 500 years ago by the Portuguese, one
of a series that were built when they establish territories on the route
to India.
It was still in use by the Portuguese army before Mocambique’s
independence, and still in a reasonable state of repair. It is now one of the main tourist
attractions in the area. The
island is connected to the mainland by a long road bridge. The town is
steeped in history and has the old colonial atmosphere, similar to Zanzibar, with a mixture of cultures and
architecture from Europe, Arabia, India and Africa. The present population also reflects
these origins.
The Old Fort at Mozambique Island
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Going ashore the
next morning by dinghy to land on the beach, we were assailed by dozens of
young people all offering services as guides, guards, etc., and there
were several people selling African crafts, table cloths, shells, old
coins and the usual fare. There
are obviously too few tourists coming here for the number of people
seeking employment. Realising we
would not have peace unless we employed some of them, we firmly selected
one guide and two guards for our dinghy.
Thereafter, the others left us alone. We then spent the day visiting the old
fort, the museum and wandered around the town and the waterfront taking
in the atmosphere and the sights of the old architecture. Many of the
buildings are ruined. Some have
been restored and others are undergoing repair so the general feeling is
more of optimism than despair.
In honour of Morag’s birthday we dined at a good restaurant
overlooking the sea. Sitting on
the verandah having a drink before the meal we were treated to a
spectacular sunset (photo included
last time in Part 3) followed by a delicious seafood dinner all at a very
reasonable price.
We decided to sail south on 26 July for the Bazaruto Archipelago,
hoping to stop at some of the Angoche Islands on route; Ilha Mafemede
being 80 miles south westward along the coast. The wind was light but steadily increased
towards evening until we were making over 10 knots, indicating a
favourable current of up to 2kt.
As we were too far offshore, we were swept passed the islands
during the night. The surrounding
coral reefs indicate daytime approach, so our timing was wrong on this
occasion.
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Trying to make Ilha Epidendron with light wind and strong current
next morning we found the surrounding coral reef extending far from the
island. The access is from
northwest and we were now on the SE side, therefore were continued on to
Ilha do Fogo. A previous visit
here 4 years ago provided a good anchorage in sand on the North side with
good diving on the coral reef. The
island is frequented by migrant fishermen who have plundered the marine
life in the area, notably turtles and sharks, leaving the island littered
with remains of
their catch. This was not
an especially attractive place but on our previous visit we had a restful
anchorage. On this occasion the
Easterly wind produced an uncomfortable sea on the North side. We found more shelter on the West but
not a good anchorage. However, as
it was evening we decided to stay for dinner and a sleep, but because of
the rolling and pitching, upped anchor at 7pm and sailed on in the moon
light for Bazaruto, 320 nautical miles away.
Sailing that night was brilliant, with 25kt Easterly wind, flat
sea, moonshine, whales around the yacht and speeds up to 12,5kt, 7 a.m.
on 28 July 103 N. miles in 12 hours.
From this area, South of the Zambezi River,
the wind and the current decreased, leaving us making slow progress, and
sometimes having to motor with no wind.
30 July: Midnight and light
breeze to sail into the channels leading to Santa Carolina (Paradise Island). These must have been the same channels
the u-boats used during the Second World War when they came to refuel off
this island. The Portugese who
supplied the fuel became very wealthy as a result of his contract.
We found the anchorage close to the north side of Sta Carolina at
3 am, and had our first good rest since leaving Mocambique Island.
Sta Carolina is a marine sanctuary. Fishing is not permitted around the
island and consequently the diving is spectacular, especially on the
shallow coral reef South of the island; sheltered clear water and
delicate coral abounding with fish.
When going ashore a visitors fee of US Dollar 10 per person is
payable in aid of nature conservation in the archipelago. The once paid fee covers the whole area
for the duration of your visit. We
traversed the island in a matter of hours visiting the derelict
hotel. There is not a great deal
on the island to make a long stay worthwhile, so we sailed across to
Bazaruto, the largest island.
Anchoring on the West side is possible almost along the whole 14
mile length of Bazaruto, as the shallow bay has a sandy bottom. The only problem is to get reasonably
close inshore as the tidal range at spring tides exceeds 3 metres. This usually means anchoring about half
a mile from the beach for keelboats.
To be continued …
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Jessie, Patti and Ric at a Monday night
braai. They are from Colorado, USA
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EPIRBs and Safety at Sea
I thought, when we bought and registered our EPIRB
(before
GPS enabled EPIRBs), we were covered from an emergency
distress call standpoint. However after a few years at
sea, I’ve
learned there’s a lot more to it than that. A very high
percentage of EPIRB alarms are false and not followed
up
on properly or promptly, especially in the more remote
areas
of the world. There are some things you can do to increase
your chances of being searched for in an emergency.
First, keep your emergency contact information updated
with
your Search and Rescue (SAR) organization. Second, keep
your EPIRB contact informed of your whereabouts. If
your
EPIRB is activated and SAR phones your contacts, it
will
expedite rescue efforts if SAR can verify that you are
in the
area where your EPIRB signal was detected and that the
EPIRB is otherwise a valid emergency. We have email
onboard
and send position reports daily to our two EPIRB
contacts when
we are on passage. If you don’t have email and are in
a
remote location like Chagos Archipelago, and haven’t
updated
your contacts for a while, ask a boat that does have
email to send a note for you. And definitely update your contacts
whenever you arrive or depart port.
Purchasing a new
generation GPS enabled EPIRB can partially solve some of these problems
(and are proven to increase the chances of a successful rescue), but SAR
officials still require verification of an emergency.
In addition, we try to
check in daily with a radio network when we are on passage. You need to understand
what the radio network operator will do if he hasn’t heard from you in
several days. Some operators will get other boats or SAR looking for you
and others will just take you off the roll call. The same thing applies
to buddy boats you may be checking in with; you need to have an agreement
about what to do if someone doesn’t check in. I also give my EPIRB
contact the name, email address, and phone number of the radio network
operator or buddy boat I am checking in with.
Finally, there is an useful website called www.boatwatchnet.org. This group
can initiate a search for a missing boat using an extensive international
radio network. Familiarize yourself with this website and make sure your
EPRIB contacts know how to use it.
Safe sailing, Patti Miller,
s/y Infidien.
www.infidien.com
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Extracts from exstensive
newsletters from cruising members, Pierre and Faith Van Rooyen,, sv
“Senta” – Borneo – Kutching – Kota
Kinabalu, July 2004 – January 2005
We spent six interesting weeks anchored in
the Santubong river near Kutching.
About twice a week we took a 30km ride into
Kuching at a cost of R3 to shop, sightsee, do e-mail etc. These
were tiring expeditions; dinghy to shore, cycle half way up a hill to
leave the bikes chained to the fence of the police station, walk up the
rest of the hill to the bus stop, wait for the bus (sometimes half an
hour late or not at all!), bounce along in the bus over the uneven roads,
shop , have lunch, shop again and then reverse the whole process to
arrive back at Senta just before sunset.
Ever wondered why Noah didn’t swat those two
mosquitoes?
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And then the mosquitoes would arrive in
their hoards, chasing us down into the cabin. Luckily, Liberty on Wanderlust,
another South African yacht, had a good idea. At her suggestion we
purchased a large mosquito net designed to hang from the ceiling over a
double bed. This we suspended from the cockpit bimini and tucked
the edges under the cockpit cushions and around the main hatch, making a
wonderful mossie proof place in which to spend the evenings.
One day as Colin and Glyn of Deja Vu were
having sundowners, they noticed a large log floating nearby. After
a while they realized that it wasn't floating out to sea in the ebb tide,
as it should have been. It was a crocodile! A local
said: 'Oh yes', Zam , 'He lives on
the sandbank just at the next bend in the river. His wife died some
months ago and he gets very lonely on his own, so he sometimes comes to
visit.' A lonely crocodile indeed! Now I had heard
everything.
All too soon we had to make preparations
to leave. We wanted to get to Kota Kinabalu, near the northern tip
of Borneo before the southwest monsoon died, and would be stopping in Brunei and at Labuan
and Tiga islands on the way. We were concerned about the
barnacles we could see growing on the rudder. But with the crocs around
there was nothing we could do about them.
This first stage was only 20 miles to
Pulau Lakei off the Baku
national Park. Here we
attacked the barnacles and
managed to clean the rudder and propeller, but only about one quarter of
the carpet of barnacles on the rest of the hull.. That evening
while resting in the cockpit, we saw two amazing things. Firstly a
large ray with a 'wing span' of three meters sailing out of the water
close by and secondly some pink dolphins. They were in amongst a
school of the usual gray dolphins, but were bright 'bubble gum
pink'. On the Internet we learned that they are an endangered
species - the Indo Pacific hump
backed dolphin.
The next day we set out on a fairly long
leg of about 400 miles to Pulau Labuan, the Malaysian duty free island
off the coast of Brunei.
Senta was sailing along at 5 knots in a wind in which she should
have been doing closer to 7 knots.
So the barnacles were definitely holding her back.
At the 0900 sight I discovered that I had made
an error in entering into the GPS the co-ordinates of the way point at Labuan. Our required course changed from 051
to 072 degrees, so we gybed onto port tack. Luckily our distance to go to
Labuan had shortened from 160 to 130
miles. An error in our favour, but an error nevertheless. A
warning to be more careful, and a reinforcement of the need to keep a
running track on charts to validate what the GPS is telling you.
The wind died in the early evening and we
motored all night through the many oilfields that litter the sea just
west of Labuan and Brunei.
The anchorage at Labuan
was perfect; no mossies, calm crystal clear water. Labuan
is flat so we were able to take
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our bikes ashore in a water taxi and
explore the town. We found a good market near the water taxi drop
off point, cold storage shops selling bacon, ham, New Zealand beef, mutton and
cheese, supermarkets, cyber cafés, KFC, Pizza Hut and the Port View
Restaurant where we had several good dinners watching Senta and Déjà
Vu floating peacefully at anchor.
After two weeks we sailed back to Karuman Island where we dived under Senta
to clean her off. On the second day as Pierre was working on the rudder, he
glanced upwards and saw a snake. A banded Krait, one of the most
deadly poisonous snakes, for which there is no anti venom, had decided to
join us. Quietly Pierre
told me there was a snake around and to get out of the water.
Within 2 seconds I was half way up the boarding ladder on the
transom. But as I was climbing in flippers, I couldn't get any
further. So Pierre
was stuck in the water. He hung onto the backstay and push pit and
pulled himself out of harm's way until I could manage to remove the
flippers and free the ladder for him. By then his muscles were
bursting from the strain! We shouted, wiggled the rudder and struck
around in the water with the boat hook. But the snake wouldn't go
away. We kept seeing his tail disappearing under Senta. So we
upped anchor and motored quickly away doing zig zags and fast turns
before re-anchoring in a new spot. Now Pierre finished the cleaning job, but
there was no way I was going back into the water.
We sail back to Victoria
Harbour at Labuan
only to learn that our trusty old blue bicycles had been stolen. We
had left them chained up to some concrete pillars near the water taxi
steps and the temptation had been too much for someone to resist.
We
took advantage of Labuan's duty
free status and bought Senta a new VHF radio. We paid about R1300
for one which would have cost nearly R3000 in South Africa, so we made up a
bit for the stolen bikes.
Our trip to Brunei
was made in two stages. The first to our now familiar haunt of Karuman Island
and then the crossing to Muara,
Brunei on
the mainland. Brunei
is ruled by a sultan, reputedly one of the wealthiest men in the
world. He refused to let his sultanate be amalgamated into the
state of Malaysia,
probably afraid to lose all of that oil money. The contrast with Malaysia
is startling. Malaysia
is modern, efficient and tourist friendly. Brunei dirty, backward,
hopeless and tourist hostile. The sultan's notorious brother,
Jeffrey, now persona non grata there, allegedly wasted $30 billion of the
country's money, owned 3000 motor cars, a lot of them Rolls Royces, and
used his position as head of the state owned road construction company,
to build many roads along which he could race his cars. So at least
the roads are good, for a while, until the potholes set in. We were sad
to see so much oil money coming in to the state coffers and very little
evidence of anything being spent on the people. We only stayed two weeks, anchored at
the Royal Brunei Yacht Club's Muara beach site. It was admittedly
good - the swimming pool and library of English novels were a definite
attraction.
On Sunday 17th October we motor sailed to Sutera Harbour Marina at Kota
Kinabalu (KK). The Sutera complex has two 5-star hotels, many
swimming pools, including an Olympic sized one, restaurants, a cinema,
boutique, gym, sauna, hot showers, jacuzzis, tennis courts, squash
courts, badminton courts, a golf course and free air conditioned coach
transport into town every hour. All ours for only R1700 per
month. Quite pricey on our budget, but excellent value for
money. So we have been spoiling
ourselves for almost four months.
Here we also bought a small Malaysian made motor cycle. It is silver and goes like a bomb!
One night a water rat came on board with a
big crab which he proceeded to murder and eat on the deck. He then
came below and ran over me while I was sleeping. That was the
b......dy limit, so the next day we complained to the marina office who
gave us a large trap and two mornings later we had the rat caught and
drowned.
The Muslim month of Ramadan came and went
as did the Christmas and new year period. We attended a Carols by
Candlelight session where we learned how to shake rattle and roll to the
Malaysian style of Christmas carols. Interestingly, 40% of the
population of KK is Christian. We were persuaded by the other
yachties to join them for a traditional turkey and trimmings Christmas
lunch at a resort down the coast. The price was an outrageous R120
per head, and not worth even quarter as much. We should have stayed
on Senta and had ham and cheese sandwiches! Then Boxing Day brought the shocking
news of the Tsunami off the coast of Sumatra…
Sutera is a marina and KK is a big town,
and we are not marina or big town people. So plans are well
advanced to leave here in a few weeks and do a short cruise around the
southern Philippines island of Palawan. Then we will be off to
another adventure, hopefully not including any pirates, tsunamis or
typhoons, which do happen where we are going!
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Credit card cloning catching up with more and more sailors.
(From another Newsletter by Pierre
and Faith)
Both of our Visa cards had been cloned sometime between our
arrival in Langkawi and mid October. At that time in Hong Kong and Taiwan,
purchases were made on the cloned cards, which completely wiped out the
credit balances. We liased with First National Bank and had help
from our friend and representative in South Africa, Judy Ryder, to
dispute the invalid transactions, have them reversed and replacement
cards delivered to us in Langkawi. Luckily we had a fairly large
reserve of cash as well as travellers cheques on the boat and I could used my Master
card to draw cash.
This card’s magnetic stripe was damaged so the bank had to do
manual authorizations. Somehow the procedures for doing this had
got rusty once computers took over, because two of the four withdrawals
were debited to my account twice thus over billing me to the tune of
R2500. I phoned Master Card’s International help line and they confirmed
that the two banks should get together to sort out the problem. But
they still weren’t interested in my problem. I decided to take
matters into my own hands and visited the bank manager of Maybank in
Kuah. I told him that I was not going to leave his bank until he
gave me back my money. I persuaded him to show me all of their
paper work and daily balance reconciliations from which I was able to
assure myself that the local Maybank had not made the error. I
asked the manager to give me a letter confirming our findings, which I
then passed on to Nedbank. Within a few days I had an e-mail from
Nedbank apologizing and the double debits were reversed.
Our first check on e-mail in three weeks brought the
un-welcome news that my Visa credit card had again been cloned and this
time R22 000 had been spent on it in London. We were to learn later in
Kuching that Pierre’s card had suffered a
similar fate, this time the illegal spending was done in Kuala Lumpur…
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Members
are invited to submit articles of interest for publication in this
newsletter : stories of sailing experiences, racing
anecdotes, news from cruising members, advice on boat building, articles
about survival at sea (including good provisioning tips and recipes) ………
etc.
The members’ participation and contributions to our newsletter will
make it an interesting and eagerly-awaited bi-monthly publication.
For Newsletter contributions contact me on: zlyc@intekom.co.za or yachtnews@zulucom.net
Maynie
Turnbull
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