
I went sailing on Thursday (17/11/2011) but more importantly it was Balanese style; what a buzz! It was in a "Jukung" which is one of those 12 footer, out-rigger type vessels commonly used by the local fisherman with what I would describe as a lobster-claw shaped sail (like a lateen rig). These days of course, the fishermen have traded in their sails for outboard motors, but the boats are still the same shape except of course for the fact that, because they no longer use a sail, they can erect a shade structure over the central part of the boat.
The sailing version is of course only used by tourists these days, but other than that my boatman (Wyan) assured me that it was the real McCoy. The boats are predominatly timber but include bamboo as well for things such as the out-rigger floats, mast and sail boom . The hull is made of a single piece of Mangrove tree wood that is hollowed out the hard way, with an adze and chisels, and I think he said it takes about 6 months to carve it out. It was a very well made vessel; the hull was very smoothly finished inside and out, the various joints required to make up the out-rigger arms were neatly done and what small amount of carving there was, was well finished. The other thing I liked about them is the way the bow is shaped in the manner of some sort of fish and the stern in the shape of sort of fish tail and then of course their brightly painted colours (I like bright colours), they really do look great (note that the shape and colours were still used on real fishing boats but their hull and outrigger floats were made of fiberglass). Funnily though, the sail on my boat was made out of, and you'll never believe it, the same sort of synthetic woven material that rainbow bags and chook food bags are made out of, however, not one to be deterred, I didn't let it diminish my experience.
The boat struck me a being quite stable in the water but Wyan told me that they're only good in swell less than 1m high, any more and they can tip over. I can't imagine how you would right one of these things if it did go over.
We set sail from the lovely beach in the village of Senur which is on the south east coast of Bali. This side of the island and in particular Senur is where the tourist water sports are conducted primarily because there are no waves on the beach due to a coral reef which is a couple of kilometers off shore. The beach sand is also the nice yellow colour that we're used to back home in Australia, unlike many of the other beaches we saw in Bali (like at Seminyak on the west coast where we spent our last 4 nights) where the sand was black volcanic sand which tended to turn your clothes black also.
Anyway, we set sail. The breeze was light but the boatman assured me that it was strong enough to take us to a turtle farm that was part of the package ($400,000 Rupia = $40 AU). The going seemed to be a little slow when we set off and it wasn't long before the boatman had a paddle in his hand to help us along. I noticed another in the bottom of the boat and so I asked him if he'd mind if I helped him paddle; he was a little surprised at my suggestion. The paddle was about 1200mm long and 100mm wide, it was easy to use but I can recall being told that when rowing or paddling timing is important, in other words everyone needs to time their stroke so that they pull together. Timing was a challenge for me and I found myself looking over my shoulder to see when the boatman was beginning his stroke. I eventually got the rhythm which was slightly quicker than I would naturally choose but it felt good to know we were pulling in time. We did this for about three quarters of an hour before we found a slightly better but not fantastic breeze.We crossed the main river and landed on the southern side. We walked the short distance to the turtle farm, which I discovered was not so much a farm as an animal shelter/hospital for turtles; apparently, turtles are protected in Indonesia. They appear to do a good job but with few resources.
The return leg to Sanur was quicker than the first because the breeze had picked up. The change in speed brought a smile to Wyan's face and more importantly to mine.

Now and then I turned around in my seat thereby facing the stern so that I could chat with Wyan. He seemed like a very nice fellow. In spite of the fact that his english was poor we still managed to converse reasonably well. We talked about the usual things, our families, our job, and other things we enjoy. He was good company.
I was surprised at one point to observe a real fishing boat but with an out-rigger on only one side and that the men were using paddles to propel the vessel and not a motor (being completely absent). My boatman told me that this was just a paddle cannoe as distinct from a sailing cannoe.I had a great time and would recommend this traditional Balanese experience to anyone who wouldn't mind a relaxing time on the water. For me, it was better than having a massage!








