Kroko Atoll

A long and hot day of motoring and sailing took us to an anchorage at Gedong. There was still enough light as we anchored, for a quick snorkel 'reccy' to inspect the anchorage and its environs for the true proximity to any bombies ,that could cause an issue during the night if we swung. The anchor looked good,holding in  sand
The only other boat in the bay was a local boat and as the evening drew in we watched as 8 canoes were loaded on board by the occupants , the canoes lying athwartships across the foredeck . We assumed, as we could count 12-16 adult males on board that they would shortly be underway to a village nearby. Wrong again! A meal was prepared in the aft (covered ) area, and somehow they all  fitted in and ate and then slept. I'm talking about an area that could not have been more than 4m x2m. There was no belowdeck space- it was an open boat , apart from the awning structure over the aft end. They departed about 0530, for another days work, I guess.
As they departed another deeply laden , local boat appeared in the bay. Ran its bow up on the beach and sat there. The nearby village, which was apparently over the hill, deduced as we watched a small 4wd appear, from that direction, was about to be re-supplied. We watched as the villagers appeared and via the age old human chain method , unloaded the boat. Fuel, masonry , pipes, food, all manhandled ashore ashore onto the beach, into the vehicle and away.

An excellent sail in the morning and afternoon, with the usual doldrum intervention as the wind changed from one direction to the other, took us to the gorgeous Kroko Atoll.

Kroko Atoll,  anchored in 13m.

Alone,as usual in the anchorage  on the south side of the island, we could see a phinisi and another dive boat on the northern side ,as their divers drifted along the northern face. We snorkelled in our own paradise.

looking south  across to Pulau Adonara

interesting looking creature- first time we have seen this one.

Adonara

The mainland of  the island of Adonara was a mile away to the south, across a fairly robust current stream, however we had more visitors at this anchorage than anywhere in Indonesia.At sunrise we were offered and bought a fresh mackeral and a bunch of bananas, from an early morning salesman- paddling home we assume. Next Rudi and his 3 boys, were after some water, and a spot of conversation,and whatever else we were willing to part with- which was another soccer ball.Just as we had heaved the anchor and were in the process of departing, a third boat arrived,but we were already underway. I hope he wasn't the crayfish salesman, but we will never know!