Banana Boat Project

Banana Boat Project

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Little did we think when we left the Louisiade Archipelago in Papua New Guinea October 2007, that we would be returning. Our sights were set on leaving from Darwin and sailing to Indonesia in 2008. But fate had other plans, or I should say, Eric Gray had other plans for us! Christian and I have been sailing on 'Caesura' since 2005 when we left Sandspit to sail overseas. Prior to this we had watched progress on Eric and Cathy Gray's boat, 'Erica' on our evening walks past the Sandspit Yacht club, never thinking our paths would cross again. However early in 2007 'Erica' happened to use the pile moorings on the river in Brisbane, just ahead of us. We have been sailing together since then.

Our first cruise to the Louisiades was one of continual discoveries. We had never heard of the Louisiades until one night over a Guinness in the Irish Club in Brisbane I couldn't contain myself. Listening to Eric and Cathy discussing their plans was just too much to bear. I wanted to go too to discover this paradise almost on Australia's doorstep. So we gave up our jobs and went. It was very much a 'getting to know you' cruise where we visited as many of the islands as possible in the 150nm long archipelago.

We had left Australia from Townsville which was a five day crossing, until we made landfall at Panasia Island with its magnificent sheer cliffs and golden sands. However the lagoon proved it could be treacherous as well as beautiful when we watched in horror as 'SY Meridian of Sydney' went up on the reef. Thank goodness she was a steel boat with a thicker than average hull. After five days of rescue work with the dimdims (white people) from six boats and a dozen or so islanders, using crowbars, chains and anchors in the coral, she was inched across at five metres a day until she was safely afloat inside the lagoon. 'Mmm' we thought, 'welcome to the Louisiades'. It proved a salutary warning of how quickly paradise can turn into hell.

Panasia with Erica and Caesura in the lagoon.

The islanders live in poverty, living on average (this includes mainland Papua New Guinea) on one dollar a day. They are great mariners, building large outrigger sailing canoes to cover the distances between islands. Using their boats to trade taro, tapioca, bananas, pawpaw, pumpkin and pigs with other islands is a way of life. Islanders rarely get to a town and anyway do not have many opportunities to earn kina. There is a short 'beche de mer' diving season where these aphrodisiac delicacies are exported to Japan, Singapore and China. Some islands have small copra businesses, but the price for coconut oil is only just starting to go up and make it viable.

Unlike Tonga, Fiji and New Caledonia which we had visited in 2005, there is no tourism. In fact the Louisiades are remarkable for what they do not have. No power, no cars, no roads, no wheels. Just beautiful islands, clear waters and friendly people.

As we sailed from island to island we noticed fibreglass banana boats lying on the beaches, holed and useless from being dragged over the coral. Eric Gray, a boat builder, got to thinking about how he could put these boats to good use, as they obviously had cost someone a considerable amount of money. He came up with the concept of making a schooner, gaff rigged, Sharpie-like designed sailing boat out of two of them, by joining them stern to stern, widening the hull, and adding a cabin and a cockpit. No more running out of 'zoom', (petrol). There is a market and a small hospital on the main island of the chain, Misima Island. A covered boat would be able to keep the goods and people dry on the way to market. Also the sick and pregnant would be able to get to medical care in comfort, and the children back to High School on time.

Artists impression of the boat ****************** Eric and Christian inspecting a holed banana boat

Most importantly with this boat building project the islanders would learn how to use fibreglass, which is available on the mainland, so they could repair boats and watertanks. If they wished they could start a business fixing boats and water tanks on other islands. The more we discussed it, the more it seemed like a great idea. And a whole lot of fun too! So when Eric asked us if we would like to be partners in the project with Christian being responsible for the rigging, we talked way into the night before saying, 'Yes', and postponed the idea of our Indonesia voyage.

Eric had talked about his vision to people on many islands before he received an enthusiastic response from one village, Valeha, on the island of Gigila. The Councillor there is a dynamic leader and he could see the benefits to his community. And, he had two holed banana boats. We said we would do all we could to raise funds and amass materials required and if we were successful, we would be back. I feel sure the islanders did not expect to ever see us again. There were times when we, ourselves, thought we'd never make it. But through Kiwi ingenuity and perseverance, we did. What a roller coaster ride!

We managed to get sponsorship and funding from prominent New Zealand and Australian companies as well as from Lions and Lioness clubs where we gave talks. Last year flew by. Cathy worked for many months as a nurse in outback Australia, I returned to New Zealand to work, whilst our men, Eric and Christian put our boats on the hard up the river at Maryborough on the Queensland coast to work on them for 6 months.

Pivotal to our success was the website I started with the help of friends in Matakana to list our intentions and requirements for the project which created credibility and greatly assisted our funding efforts (www.cruise-aiders.com). I had bought the domain name with the intention of starting a site as a co-ordination point for yachties with projects in the Pacific, so that people who wanted to help could, and those who needed assistance with things like transport or manpower or donations could advertise.

One problem was transport. How were we ever going to carry all the material on our fully provisioned and already overloaded boats? There were six yachts in the cruise-aiders' fleet, departing from different ports in Queensland. In the end however, it was left to our two yachts to transport it all. On 'Caesura' we had drums of resin, a mast, and some wood on the deck, rolls of fibreglass under the table and cans of paint raising the floor level in our cabin, and boxes upon boxes of school resources and used clothing . 'Erica' had 24 sheets of plywood braced vertically against the housing for their drop keel which made access to the head into an obstacle course, and their guest cabin was full to bursting with boxes of donations.

We left from Bundaberg feeling the extra weight. It made progress slower and we were glad to arrive 7 days later and have the village men come out and offload the materials. They were kept safely in Councillor Tony's house as the boat shelter was not yet finished.

From that day, 23 July, we have been flat tack busy. 10 men, sometimes less as duties called, black and white, have been working continuously on 'Tolo Yot' as the islanders have named her. This means, "Yacht follower or groupie, those who trade with the yachties" in their language.

The first step was to put the two hulls stern to stern under the boat shelter and cut and separate the transoms which we did with hand saws.The hulls of the two boats had their chines sawn off from stern to bows to increase the width to 2.2m. When the two hulls were aligned they measured 11metres in length.

Eric and Christian examining two hulls to be joined

Next was the fibreglassing. This entailed first erecting bamboo shelves and tables on which to work, as well as putting up extra shelter in the form of a couple of tarps. It rained often, probably more often than it was sunny. The islanders told us this was the wettest winter they had experienced in many years. Just our luck! It certainly held up work as well as making conditions unpleasant as the ground turned to a black slippery mud. Then the mosquitoes would come out, so taking the 'Mossie Off' along with our men's smoko and lunch gear each day became the norm.

Tony's team of men did very well. They had not seen, let alone held, certain tools ever before. Holding scissors to cut the fibreglass mat was alien to some of them. They do everything with their bush knives, from cutting the grass, to cutting their hair and everything imaginable in between.

They learned how to cut and lay fibreglass and how to mix (very carefully) our finite supplies of resins, catalysts etc. Naturally enough, mistakes were made which meant the resin went hard and was unusable. At some stage our stocks became low. Luckily we were able to radio another of the fleet who was late leaving Cairns, for them to bring us extra fibreglass and resin. Planning was difficult. Kiwi ingenuity did overtime. 'Erica' and 'Caesura' had to part with most of their own precious personal maintenance supplies of epoxy, glue, bolts, nuts, screws and plenty more.

Tony with his men using fibreglass

We often had to improvise because the show just had to go on. Next the sole of the two boats were glassed together, followed by the stern hull sides where the transoms had previously been. Naturally there was a large gap between the sole of the boat and the newly separated sides which had to be filled. Waxed plywood was fitted, then used as a mould to fibreglass and fill the gap. Frames and framing fibreglass extensions were moulded and glassed to the hull.

Whilst the general fibreglassing of the hull was being done, a centerboard case was being made as a separate project, which included the making of the swinging centerboard. Next, some bulkheads had to be made and fibreglassed to make the hull rigid so it would not flex when we turned it over. Everyone in the village was keen to give a hand. This was a tricky operation with no crane and only a few logs to roll her on.

It was then that the village held a celebration feast for us all. The village women spent all morning preparing big pots of taro, yams, tapioca, potatoes, huge mud crabs and plentiful crayfish. The men killed a pig. The dimdim women made rice salads, bean salads and lots of cakes for dessert. Chocolate cakes were much in demand on such occasions. The feast was laid out on mats in the house of Tony, the head man, where we all sat down and enjoyed a social break together. After the meal we traded songs. We dimdims were abysmally poor. The only song whose words we knew all the way through was 'Waltzing Matilda'. We had obviously been away too long! However the islanders sang song after song, effortlessly joining in with harmonies. The night rocked away to beautiful singing before taking our dinghies home under a magnificent canopy of stars. A magical end to a memorable time. Our bedtimes were usually no later than 20.30hrs. Reveille was around 6.30 to share a dinghy to go into the village to work by 7.30. The women listened to the yachties' grapevine, 'ShielaNet' on the SSB to hear news of yachts on passage or at anchor, and forwarded any newsworthy items.

Whilst the hull was upturned the aperture for the centreboard was cut and the case fitted. Before the hull could be turned right way up again, sacrificial wooden strips were glued and screwed on the bottom to protect the hull. More fibreglassing and general fairing was done. Then it was time for antifouling.

Moxii

As with most projects about halfway through we hit a tired spot. It was time for Time Out. 'Roxanne', 'Erica' and 'Caesura' spent the weekend at the Blue Lagoon, where we had all longed to go. Another time we took some of the local men and went out to an atoll on a reef with a lagoon that had a narrow entrance where we snorkelled and fished. Pure bliss.

Then it was back to work, refreshed, and onto the construction of the rudder system. Another separate project was making the masts, booms and rigging. Our rigging design was inspired by the well known Optimist sailing dinghy, for its simplicity. We had been given two old masts and booms from 16 foot racing dinghies as well as some large aluminium tubes. First we had to deconstruct the masts and the booms before remaking them to suit our purpose for our schooner. Then we made the rigging out of what we could find in 'Caesura' and 'Erica's' bilges like cables, blocks, shackles, rivets etc.

Sharpie plans

Another team was busy using scraps of plywood to make into recessed portholes. Meanwhile the cabin was taking shape along with the coamings, bulk heads and floors. The coamings had to more than double the original freeboard.

Many things happened to slow us down. We all got diarrhea, as well as coral cuts which get badly infected very easily in the tropics. We had ongoing problems with dinghies and engines and lack of petrol. Our portable generator was called into use which exhausted our supply of petrol, so a shopping list was compiled for SV 'Insatiable' when she went to the shop on Misima Island, a day's sail away. What was remarkable throughout the whole project was the goodwill of both yachties and islanders. We observed many acts of kindness and helpfulness, and many more I am sure we never knew about.

In spite of difficulties progress was good. We moved on to making the mast steps, collars, hatch and the three Samson posts, and many more small parts. A substantial wooden rubbing belt was made for the hull and coaming joints. Then came the fitting of the centreboard which enables the boat to enter coral lagoons and glide onto the beach. A stone wharf is being constructed next to the village around three prominent bommies but will take a while to complete. It was an amazing sight seeing women carrying several heavy stones on top of their head. They are used to carrying heavy basket loads of vegetables and washing on the head from a very young age. Not so the men, I noticed.

Finding ballast that would fit in the space available for the boat was difficult. We discounted the idea of stones because of their awkward shape. In the end, with typical yachtie ingenuity we hit on the idea of raiding our own stores for empty rice bags and a dozen pillow cases. The project became increasingly ad hoc as we ran out of supplies. It was essential that the boat be safe and strong but we became practised at having to find alternative ways of achieving this. For example Caesura had blocks which would have been perfect for Tolo Yot, but they had no sheaves. We made them out of hard wood. They work brilliantly.

Almost two weeks before launch date the boat was looking like a yacht but we still had a fair way to go. Progress was slowed because of the number of men not fully employed and sightseers hanging around the site. So a difficult executive decision was made to lay off all men except the three dimdims and the core four village workers and have the area roped off. The dogs were still a nuisance as they ignored the ropes and couldn't read the signs. But work went faster. The working days became longer.

The flowcoating of the interior and painting of the hull were held up through heavy rain that got blown in the open sides of the palm woven shelter. In the last few days the rudder was completed and the dimdim women came in to lend a hand with the sanding and painting. More yachts arrived by the day to help or simply to be there for the launching. Just a day before launching we were installing the rigging.

In order for the boat to get into the water a few banana trees had to be cut down so the boat could be swung onto them, then heaved and rolled into the water. The masts were installed and the rigging put in place. Last minute touches were being made right up to the eleventh hour on Saturday 20th September, Launch Day. Launch Day was something very special. Tony Baigewi, the Councillor, was justifiably proud of his island being the first in the Louisiades to work co-operatively with white people on a venture of this size. Accordingly, several high ranked officials were invited to the ceremony. Everyone from the five villages of Gigila Island put on their best attire for the occasion. They had been busy for days making us polished shell jewellery and preparing food for the feast.

Welcoming dancers *************************** Tolo Yot being heaved into the water

What a joyful day! Ceremonies of speechmaking and hand crafted gift giving took the majority of the morning after the blessing of the boat and rolling her into the sea. The shrieks of joy were deafening as she hit the water! Then a shared meal, traditional dances, songs and lastly, fireworks on the beach. A great end to a great day. Saying farewell was painful. There was no doubt about the affectionate bonds that were formed.

Tears flowed.

How different this trip was from our previous one. We really got to know these islanders over the two months, instead of stopping for just a few days. Working together on a shared project allowed us to appreciate the differences and similarities between us. We grew to admire them and their quick minds, their openness and generosity of spirit. We know they will benefit from our visit in many ways, but then so have we.

Tolo Yot at anchor

(pic 12of ToloYot at anchor) If you are ever in the Louisiades, take Tolo Yot for a sail; she sails better than we ever could have expected. We have left another legacy too, as I have started up a charitable trust to improve education prospects for the young people of these remote and lovely islands, 'The Yachties Foundation - details on www.cruise-aiders.com

Gina de Vere - 'SY Caesura'

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