Katamarino's Round the World flight

When you have time, can you talk a little about how the plane is performing? Oil use, fuel use, any random failures, etc? The pics are awesome(and making me jealous), but you are putting serious hours on the plane, so I am just curious on the mechanical side of the trip so far.
 
When you have time, can you talk a little about how the plane is performing? Oil use, fuel use, any random failures, etc? The pics are awesome(and making me jealous), but you are putting serious hours on the plane, so I am just curious on the mechanical side of the trip so far.

So far, the work done before departure seems to be paying off. I bought the airplane in early 2018, added tip tanks, and then did a 150 hour, 6 week "shakedown" flight all around Alaska and far northern Canada (see here: https://www.pilotsofamerica.com/community/threads/katamarinos-alaska-flight.111832/)

This gave me a great idea of exactly how I wanted to set the airplane up for the trip around the world, and also revealed some weaknesses to be fixed; such as the fact that all the fuel hoses in the wings were dry rotting and needed to be replaced. We also put on new brakes, tires, tubes, and battery; none of them needed it quite yet, but I didn't want to be worrying about taking care of it in Timbuktu.

We did an exceptionally thorough annual before departure, too.

So far the only squawks are:
- Something blocked the outlet pipe from the fuel strainer (where the fuel comes out when you pull to drain it)
- The "pump on" light for ferry tank pump #1 has stopped working.
- A slight oil leak, seeming to be from pushrod seals on #5. We twisted the tubes and it seems better.

I'm pretty happy with performance so far, that's for sure!
 
I see a lot of signs in English. Is this common at most places on your trip?
 
Breakfast the next morning was something of an abortive effort; Juvy led us to another nearby Hawker Center but sadly almost all of the stalls were closed and her search for something spam-based was in vain. The streets of this part of the city were almost deserted at this time of the morning on a weekend. We cut our losses and jumped in a car to head to the island of Sentosa, off the southern shore of Singapore. Once a British military base, and then Japanese prisoner of war camp, it is now a holiday resort island welcoming more than 20 million visitors a year, and hosting attractions such as Universal Studios, a water park, aquarium, and many others.

Chinese Methodist Church


The mall on Sentosa


Breakfast of champions


We had another go at breakfast, with Juvy finding some kind of spam sandwich, and me contenting myself with Dunkin’ Donuts. If you’re wanting any kind of a food blog, you’re definitely in the wrong place. We wandered through the multi-level mall by the casino until finding the exit that led us up to the island proper; when the taxi dropped us, it had done so underground below the mall and resorts. We soon came across the Sentosa Merlion. Not a moment too soon, it turns out, because in late September it was announced that the Merlion will be demolished! This mythical creature with the head of a lion and the body of a fish is the mascot of Singapore, and the 37m Sentosa version dwarfs the 9m original on the main island.

The cable car


Sentosa island has a network of cable cars spanning part of it, and also connecting it to the mainland. Despite loving small aircraft, Juvy is terrified of heights in all other situations, so naturally we bought a day ticket and glided serenely at high level to the western end of the island while Juvy clung to her seat and gibbered quietly. The views out at the mainland, and the other way towards the oil facilities such as Bukom, were spectacular.

Looking back to the mainland


The cable car disgorged us in front of the Shangri-La hotel. At this end of the island sits the restored British coastal gun battery of Fort Siloso, now a military museum focused on Singapore in the Second World War. Contrary to the myth, these guns were indeed turned 180 degrees inland and fired on the rapidly approaching Japanese troops, but to insufficient effect. When hope was lost, the guns were tipped into the sea; the fort ended up being used as a prisoner of war camp during the Japanese occupation.

Fort Siloso


From the fort, we walked back down the hill to the Shangri-La hotel, and enjoyed some Pina Coladas. I had been trying out Pina Coladas at each opportunity so far through Asia and much to my chagrin, it seems that the region has great difficulty in producing a good one. One can’t complain to highly about this failing, given all the other positives of the area however! Outside the hotel, on the beachfront, was a sand modelling exhibition themed around, and clearly promoting, the upcoming Star Wars movie.

The sand sculpture display


Sailing ship at Sentosa


A short cable car ride took us back to the center of the island, where we wandered around, visiting the “Malaysian Food Street” and checking out the large sailing ship docked there. Then it was back up the hill, and on to the main section of the cable car to take us over to the main island, enjoying spectacular views over the city as we did so. The car route actually passes through one of the skyscrapers on the way to its terminus! It terminates on top of Mount Faber, where we enjoyed Singapore Slings in the restaurant (much better than the Pina Colada), before taking a “Grab” down towards the Marina.

Riding back to the mainland


The car dropped us off outside the famous Marina Bay Sands hotel, and we disappeared straight into the cavernous high end shopping mall underneath it. Every imaginable high-end brand was represented, as would prove to be the case with many of the other malls we visited!

The mall at Marina Bay Sands


Gardens by the Bay


Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations


We took the opportunity for a lunch of pasta before crossing the bridge towards the Gardens by the Bay; this nature park covers 101 hectares of reclaimed land, and is a real green oasis in a city that really does green space very well! We had both visited before, but this time would stay for sunset, and the light and music show that is put on on and around the Super Trees.

The evening light show


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The next morning was a lazy one. I took the opportunity to take care of the large backlog of laundry, while Juvy took care of some work. We met late morning and took a “Grab” to a sports shop near the city center. Juvy bought a buoyancy aid, to wear when swimming in Indonesia, so she could float around to her heart’s content! This done, we re-positioned to the top of the famous Orchard Road shopping street and wandered down it, dropping in to some of the malls and enjoying a meal of Sushi as we went.

Singapore National Museum


At the bottom of Orchard Road we continued past a couple of parks, and arrived at the National Museum of Singapore which had recently undergone a major reservation. This preserved the beautiful colonial architecture, but added huge amounts of extra exhibition space. We spent several hours exploring the exhibits, including a giant audiovisual technology demo, and then multiple exhibits on the history of Singapore. This museum is well worth a visit for anyone going to Singapore!

"Audiovisual display" at the National Museum


History of Singapore exhibit


After exploring the museum, I headed out the back door to check out Fort Canning Park. The site of many fortifications through Singapore history and earlier, this was where the British surrendered Singapore to the Japanese. I had hoped to go up and view the reservoir that sits atop the hill but sadly it was fenced off with barbed wire, and signs suggesting that any attempts to get close would be met with being shot! I revised my plans, and headed back to the hotel.

In Fort Canning Park


Wedding photos in the park


That evening I met with a friend of my colleague Caroline. Caroline was sadly at work in Iraq, but had set me up to see her friend CP. We met at the hotel and headed to the downtown core, for a delicious dinner in the very traditional Violet Oon satay bar. After dinner we explored Clarke Key a little, taking in the bright lights and heaving bars, until going our separate ways. It would be an early start the next day to fly on..!

Out for dinner with CP


Out at Clarke Quay
 
Yes, the reservoir on top of Ft. Canning is fenced off. I noticed that as well this past April. Next time I'm in Singapore I'll try and catch the Battle Box tour. And, Clarke Quay is a nice area. I usually stay in a hotel near the Singapore River a bit upstream from there.
 
Most countries will send the flight permit, if it is required, days or even weeks in advance. Not so with Indonesia. I received the permit at 9pm the evening before the flight and I was told by my contact at Wings of Asia that this was considered early; usually, they come in the early hours of the morning on the day of departure! I like to have everything ready in advance so this had been rather stressful, with me checking my email every half hour or so over dinner. In the end, though, all was good. The only complication was that Indonesia issue a permit for a maximum of 5 days, so I’d need to have another permit in order to leave on day 7!

One of the fanciest airside transports yet


Juvy and I left the hotel a little after 7, and were back at Seletar in good time. For a giant city, we’d found the traffic in Singapore to be remarkably light. Wings over Asia met us at the Business Aviation Center and sped us through the formalities and out to the aircraft, where I busied myself figuring out how to fit Juvy’s luggage in. The fuel truck from Shell arrived shortly after and I topped off the wing tanks, and added a few hours of fuel to the ferry tank as well. AVGAS would not be available at our first stop, so it would be over 1,000 nautical miles until we next had fuel. Do-able with the wing tanks, but not with any sense of comfort.

Fueling all 5 tanks, ready for a long trek through Indonesia


IFR traffic to and from Seletar is a little strange, with no actual instrument approaches despite its status as a major private jet base. Departing to the south, as we were, it is at the mercy of traffic from Changi. We received our ATC clearance and taxied to the runway, then having to hold for nearly half an hour while ATC waited for a gap to slot us through and get us away to Indonesia. As we waited, a flight of 5 or so Diamond DA40 trainers took off for training; they were from the Singapore Air Force. Eventually, we were released, and directed to fly runway heading far out from the airport until turning south.

Departure from Seletar


Crossing Singapore in the haze


Passing Bukom Refinery


Since my arrival the haze had worsened considerably, and above about 4,000ft it was difficult to make out much of anything on the ground. This was terribly frustrating for Juvy and her professional level camera! It didn’t take long before we had left Singapore and crossed into Indonesian airspace, although the Singapore controller held on to us until we were 100 miles or so out.

Happy aviators!


Our assigned route was about 100 miles longer than a direct route would have been, but kept us mostly over land instead of striking out over the sea. Even so, there were a number of long sea crossings, and even over the islands we were often out of radio range with ATC. This was no problem, and whenever we could we’d check in via relay from an airliner. Our planned route took us directly over Jakarta which sadly was not to be, with ATC directing us east of the city as we arrived over the island of Java, and headed inland over the city of Bandung.

Our route through Indonesia


The haze starts to improve


This leg held another major milestone for the flight; the first crossing of the equator! We watched as the coordinates on the GPS counted down towards 0 degrees north, and then switched to “south”. We celebrated, raucously, with a high five.

Hello, southern hemisphere!


Crossing the sea north of Java


Gratuitous cockpit shot


Indonesia’s volcanic heritage was clear as we crossed Java. On both sides, mountain ranges rose to and above our level. It was nice to see some hills after hours of flatness, even if it did require slightly more attention paid to ensure airplane and hill did not meet! Turbulence picked up, most likely due to wind over the mountains, but luckily never enough to be uncomfortable. After a while, we approached the southern shore of Java and turned onto the final airway that would take us towards Yogyakarta.

Approaching Java


Crossing Java


The first volcano we'd spotted in Indonesia!


Passing Bandung


Southern coast of Java


Yogyakarta


Final approach to Yogya


Yogyakarta turned out to be a busy airport, shared between civilians and the military. There were a number of incoming flights stacked up, and we were given one turn around the hold as we approached to wait for other traffic. ATC then cleared us on to the downwind leg for a visual landing, and we touched down and taxied to parking to be met by a small army of people; police, customs, immigration, and handling. All were friendly and helpful and before long we had our bags out, the aircraft covered, and were escorted into the “VIP terminal”. Off we went to a taxi, and our hotel.

The ostentatious, but inexpensive, Hotel Lafayette


I had chosen Yogyakarta as a stop because of an Indonesian friend I had made through the Cessna 182 Facebook group. She had been helpful in offering some tips about organising the flying, so I thought that her home city would be as good a place as any for one of our stops, especially as it had many interesting tourist attractions. We stayed in one of her suggested hotels, the LaFayette. It stood proud, 8 stories tall, in the middle of a low rise neighbourhood, looking rather out of place. Walking in to the lobby, it can only be described as “oppressively French” – but was clean, luxurious, and ended up being a fantastic place to stay for a few nights! After complimentary high tea on the rooftop, we headed out to find some traditional Indonesian food for Juvy, and something far more boring for me, before turning in for the night, overlooked in both rooms by pictures of the Eiffel Tower.

Evening on the roof
 
I've been to 100 countries, but only about a dozen in a light plane. Who are you using for a handler for permits? Can you say what all the permits have cost for this adventure?

I'd love to do this flight (and have the time and money!) but not sure my Dakota can adapt the ferry tanks as well as a 182 can.
 
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We soon came across the Sentosa Merlion. Not a moment too soon, it turns out, because in late September it was announced that the Merlion will be demolished! This mythical creature with the head of a lion and the body of a fish is the mascot of Singapore, and the 37m Sentosa version dwarfs the 9m original on the main island.

And yet, you don't post a picture? ;) :rofl:
 
I've been to 100 countries, but only about a dozen in a light plane. Who are you using for a handler for permits? Can you say what all the permits have cost for this adventure?

I'd love to do this flight (and have the time and money!) but not sure my Dakota can adapt the ferry tanks as well as a 182 can.

I've used a variety of sources. I used GASE (General Aviation Support Egypt) as the main support team for the Middle East and India. In Asia, I did them myself (or contacted the local agents directly). Total cost...not sure, to be honest. A couple of thousand probably. Permit costs are very low compared to all the other costs involved!

I think a Dakota could accept ferry tanks and do this trip just fine!
 
I skipped breakfast, although Juvy reported that it was delicious. Our first stop for the day was to be the Palace of Yogyakarta. This palace was constructed in 1756 and is the seat of the Sultan of Yogyakarta, who rules the special region of Yogyakarta as the only recognised monarchy in Indonesia. We were shown around by what seemed to be a semi-mandatory tour guide, who explained some of the history of the previous Sultans (all of whom, before the present Sultan, had many many wives) and also the function of the various ceremonial pagodas and other structures around the large, open palace area.

The Palace of Yogyakarta


Traditional dress at the Palace


A gift to the Sultan, from the US


During the visit, Juvy got chatting to a lady from China; both of them had fancy cameras. She was out exploring South East Asia, and joined us for lunch at a nearby restaurant.

Central Yogyakarta


Lunch in Yogyakarta


We didn’t have much in the way of afternoon plans yet, so we decided to team up and the three of us set off in a Grab to visit the Pinus Pengger. This hilltop pine forest, about an hour outside of the city, is renowned for the elaborate sculptures that the resident artists create primarily out of the pine boughs themselves. While limited in number, the sculptures were certainly impressive with the more renowned ones having their own small entry fee and queue of people waiting for their turn to take another identical photo for Instagram!

"Hanging out" at Pinus Pengger


"I am Groot"


We had some drinks in one of numerous identical cafes overlooking the valley, before walking back to the entrance and trying to get a ride back to the city. After half an hour things were starting to look a little desperate; the location was a bit more remote than we’d realised; but finally somebody accepted our ride request and off we went. He earned himself a large tip, given how thankful we were to be finding our way home!

Sun setting over Pinus Pengger


After a brief stop at the hotel to relax we headed for the largest mall in the city for a meal, as it was close to where our new friend Jia had left her rented scooter. A post-dinner search for the scooter revealed that the scooter parking area she’d left it in turned into a market at dark, and it had been moved away to parts unknown. A lengthy search eventually located it, remarkably far from where it had been parked, and that was the excitement done for the day.

Dinner in the main mall in Yogyakarta


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We left the hotel at 3:30am. I didn’t regard this as a terribly good idea, but Juvy was adamant that the only way to see the Temple of Borobudur was as the sun rose over it. The hot and humid conditions of Malaysia and Singapore had gone, and it was surprisingly cool at this time of the morning. I hadn’t thought to bring warm clothing! The temple was about an hour’s drive away, and on arrival we were given tickets and torches (“flashlights” for any confused Americans reading this; we didn’t wander around with flaming sticks, although that would have added to the experience). We set off to follow the sporadic trail of tourists heading in the direction of the temple.

Sunrise at Borobudur


Borobudur


The Temple of Borobudur dates back to the 9th century, and is the world’s largest Buddhist temple. It consists of nine stacked platforms, with no fewer than 504 Buddha statues. I left Juvy to scramble around preparing photograph angles, and made my way to the top level on the east side, to await the dawn. Soon, a glow appeared in the night sky behind the volcanoes in that direction, and the sun gradually hauled itself into the sky. There was no denying that it was a beautiful sight! As the sun rose, the throng of tourists milled about taking Instagram selfies, all wearing the same identical loose trousers with elephants on that they’d bought in some market. Being a tourist myself, I couldn’t be too critical.

Temple of Borobudur


After touring the temple, we treated ourselves to the breakfast that was included in the ticket price, and returned to the car. Joan, the driver who was looking after us for the day, was waiting and we set off for stop number two, a Jeep tour on the lower slopes of Mount Merapi. This volcano, the most active in Indonesia, has regularly erupted since the mid-1500s. I crossed my fingers that today would not be the day; and thanks to the thorough monitoring that the Indonesians now carry out on the volcano, our chances of making it through alive were good. As we neared the volcano, the varied businesses along the streets seemed to give way to nothing but a mass of Jeep tour companies. The one that Joan took us to had vintage Toyota Landcruisers, and we organised one for a couple of hours and set off.

Landcruising at Mt Merapi


Given that the price was for one vehicle, we asked Joan if he’d join us in the extra seat. The three of us, plus our driver, stopped first at the home of Mbah Maridjan. He was the spiritual guardian, or “gatekeeper” of Mt Merapi, and was killed at the age of 83 by the pyroclastic flow during the 2010 eruption. His home can now be visited on tours, and has a number of displays of the devastation caused by the eruption.

Destroyed items at Merapi


From here we visited an emergency bunker that had been built on the slopes of Mt Merapi, to try and provide protection to people during an eruption. In the 2006 eruption, this bunker was covered with over 6 feet of hot volcanic ash and rock; tragically, two volunteers who’d been helping evacuate people became trapped there and died from the heat before they could be rescued. Today the bunker is on display as part of the mountains history, no longer used for a refuge.

The bunker at Mt Merapi


Our driver stopped the Landcruiser at an overlook, above a quarry on the lower slopes. The rock that had been deposited from the eruption was apparently in great demand, and a flourishing industry had developed in mining and selling it. A long queue of trucks snaked up to the excavator; something like a giant sieve was placed over each truck as it arrived to eliminate the largest rocks, and the excavator then loaded them through the sieve.

Quarrying the volcanic rock


The final stops were varied. The first was another overlook of the mountain; featuring a large rock that if you squinted just right had a face on it, and a man offering photographs with owls for $1. The next, a small museum showing some of the ruined vehicles and other items from the 2010 eruption, as well as photographs of the devastation and aftermath. The region had been battered by the eruption, the pyroclastic flow, ash fall, and mudflows; it was incredible how well it had bounced back since then. In 2006, a major earthquake had killed 5,000 people in the region, and the 2010 eruption killed more than 350. Still, people came back; many perhaps having little choice.

The final stop was to a river near the Landcruiser business. This was just an opportunity to drive around fast in the water and splash everywhere. Great fun!

From the Jeep tour, we headed on to the Temple of Prambanan, and ate lunch at a lovely restaurant overlooking the site. This 9th century complex is the largest Hindu temple in Indonesia. The central of the towers is 47m high, incredibly impressive for such a stone structure. The complex was abandoned in roughly the year 930, most likely due to an eruption from Mt Merapi (as you’ll be starting to realise, the mountain has been one of the strongest factors affecting the region throughout the centuries!)

Lunch overlooking Prambanan


Prambanan Temple


The locals, of course, knew all about the temple through the years, but its western “rediscovery” came in 1811 when it was chanced upon by a surveyor in the employ of Sir Stamford Raffles. Proper restoration did not start until 1930, and continues to this day. The site is also home to a variety of smaller temples, in various stages of restoration themselves, and an easy walk from the main temple. Other attractions include a small petting zoo!

Sewu Temple


Juvy met up with Jia, and the two of them attended the Prambanan ballet. I went my own way, taking a car to the town of Klaten nearby, to meet up with my friend Viana. I’d met her through the Cessna 182 Facebook group, and she had been very helpful in offering tips about flying in Indonesia, as well as where to stay and what to do in the Yogyakarta region. We had tea at her house, where it was fascinating to meet and talk with her father, before heading into the center of town for a great dinner at a local restaurant. After dinner we walked around the town for a while, before taking a car for a short tour of the city, seeing a couple of the impressive mosques. After a great evening I said goodbye, and headed back to the hotel. Tomorrow, another flight!

Dinner with Viana
 
There was no fuel available at Yogyakarta, and this next leg would be a domestic flight. All paperwork and fees were being taken care of by the handling agent. All we had to do was turn up, stroll through security, and get going. It slightly made up for the enormous costs of flying in Indonesia (around $1,500 in fees for a 3 night stop) – but only slightly. Now much lighter in fuel load, we shot off the runway and climbed hard to reach a safe altitude for our flight along Java.

Walking back to the aircraft in Yogyakarta


Pre-flighting


Taxiing out at Yogya


Route loaded and ready to go; 416nm


Departure from Yogya


The area directly between Yogyakarta and our destination of Lombok is largely restricted airspace so our route took us northwest initially, close to the other side of the island. From here we turned east across the city of Surabaya and out across the bay between Java and Madura Island. The haze was not bad, and the air was smooth, about as good as we could ask for!

Cruising over Yogya


Mt Merapi and friend


Got to get some good photos!


A couple of hours in we reached the eastern end of Java. Monitoring the emergency frequency, I started to pick up an Emergency Locator Transmitter (ELT), a kind of beacon designed to automatically go off in the event of an aircraft crash. My first thought was that maybe mine had gone off somehow in error, given that the frequency of air traffic that would carry such a beacon around here was probably low. The signal came and went as we flew, however, so that seemed unlikely. I reported it to air traffic control, and although it took a while for them to understand what I was trying to tell them, our report was eventually acknowledged.

Crossing Surabaya


Volcanos on eastern Java






Java coast


Our route to Lombok


ATC offered me a shortcut but I elected to stay on the flight planned route and turn right across Bali; we wanted to see something of the island! We climbed a couple of thousand feet higher to ensure proper terrain clearance, and made our way across Bali. The top of the hills were smothered by cloud, which continued up a little above our altitude, so we delayed our turn back to the east until we were clear of this; even though we could fly in the cloud quite legally, it’s nicer to have a view!

Leaving the end of Bali


Crossing Bali


We were number 2 out of 3 on the arrival to Lombok, and were sent directly to the final approach fix with instructions to make “best possible speed”. For a C182 this meant about 150kts ground speed down approach, with a slightly tetchy airline pilot in the hold above us regularly inquiring about where the Cessna was now. I pulled the power on short final and fed in flaps, dropping from 150 down to 70, and we turned off at the first taxiway and headed for the ramp. We were directed in to park next to a Cessna 172 that, as we shut down, started up and taxied out. This left a gap between us and the King Air at the end of the row that clearly displeased the self-important man directing operations, so we had to get the tow bar out and move Planey over a space. Well pleased, the self-important man departed.

Arriving at Lombok


Following my “fuel on arrival” rule, the ground handlers brought out 2 barrels of avgas on a trailer for us. That was all that was provided; 2 barrels, no pump, hoses or tools. We rummaged around in the back of the airplane for the hand-pump and fuel hoses, last used in Egypt, and then managed to open the drums up through use of a large spanner. With the help of the excellent ground crew, we slowly pumped the fuel through my filter and into the various tanks, only having to stop once to wash avgas out of my eyes after a particularly over-enthusiastic pump.

Manual refueling in Lombok


We put the cover on and two of the ground handlers escorted us across the ramp and through immigration; I called a “Grab” to take us to the Sheraton Senggigi that Juvy had organised for the next few nights. This stop was intended as a lazy, relaxing break near the end of the trip with no real plans other than hanging around the resort and taking a boat trip or two! It was an hour’s drive to the resort, and we checked in to our rooms before wandering down to the restaurant for dinner and Pina Coladas.

Lombok traffic


The lovely Sheraton


The energetic Jia, who me’d met in Lombok, had wanted to fly with us; with only 2 seats in the plane, that hadn’t been an option. Not to be deterred, however, she’d booked a cheap airline flight from Yogyakarta – I received a message after dinner telling me she was in the lobby! I wandered down to say hello. She had checked in to the hotel next door and would join us for the next two days! We planned a time to meet the following morning, and said our goodnights.
 
I have really enjoyed reading of your travels about the globe. Keep it up! :D
 
The next day was a remarkably lazy one. I made it downstairs about 5 minutes before breakfast closed at 11am, and dined on a rather disappointing crepe with Nutella; who knew it was possible to get that wrong? I headed out to the beach to join the girls, who had laid claim to a kind of gazebo on the beach, and relaxed in the shade reading and working on the website as Juvy floated around in her lifejacket, and Jia ran screaming from a kind of small lobster that a local gentleman had just caught for his lunch.

Hanging out at the beach


Lunch!


Relaxing by the pool


Essential brownie


The lazy afternoon drew on, and Jia and I elected to see what was on offer in the way of watersports. Sadly no small sailing dinghies were available, so we ended up renting a double kayak for an hour and paddling off around the bay, exploring around the small lighthouse and taking it in turns to jump into the water and use our one mask and snorkel. As the end of our hour drew near, Jia had the bright idea of swimming in to our gazebo (at one end of the beach) to grab the money needed for the bill, before swimming back out and paddling to the other end to return the kayak. She had failed to reckon with what was, at low tide, now a very shallow reef between us and the shore, and swam straight over it scratching up her stomach and foot.

Cruising along the beach


She vanished up the beach wailing loudly and did not reappear, so I returned the kayak solo and went in search of her. I found her in one of the hotel restaurants near the beachfront with the hotel nurse attending her injuries. She was still in good form, despite occasional dramatics, and had been thoughtful enough to collar a waiter and have him deliver the payment to the kayak rental! Her swift recovery was heralded by her concern switching over to whether or not we had missed 2-for-1 cocktail happy hour; happily, we had not, and we enjoyed drinks and dinner by the hotel pool.

The invalid


Evening on Lombok


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On our final day in Lombok, we had arranged a boat to take us to the Gili islands for the day. These three islands form a small archipelago off the coast of Lombok and are known for their idyllic beaches and snorkeling, as well as the party lifestyle at nights on one or two of the islands. Given that ours was a day trip, we wouldn’t be partaking of the latter. Under the skillful care of our Captain, the journey to the islands from the hotel’s beach took around 40 minutes.

Off to the islands!


Arriving at Gili Trawangan


Our vessel


Marketing genius


Our first destination was the island of Gili Trawangan, the largest and most developed of the trio. Our Captain dropped us on the beach and we set out to explore the main street, which was lined with tourist shops, restaurants, and dive centers. No cars are allowed on the islands, and horse-drawn carts were everywhere. Juvy stopped in at a store to buy a small dry-bag for her camera and other gear; Jia insisted on taking on the position of lead negotiator, and drove a hard bargain. We decided that things were a bit too busy and bustling here, so returned to the boat and set off for the middle island, Gili Meno.

The main transport on the Gili islands


Our destination soon became obvious, as a swarm of boats hung loosely around a mass of swimmers in the water. We jumped in, masks at the ready, and went over to take a look. What we saw was the underwater sculpture “Nest”, consisting of 48 human figures placed here to create an artificial reef. Sadly my lack of waterproof camera meant that I couldn’t capture the view; I had left it in the aircraft! Foolish. Jia made friends with some Scandinavian tourists who took photos for us and promised to send them on, but alas, we never heard from them.

Swimming at the "Nest"


We returned to the boat, and were taken up to the head of the island before getting back in the water. Here, deep waters butted up to a shallow reef (not quite shallow enough to repeat the previous days injuries, happily), and in the deeper sections several sea turtles were lazily gliding around. They seemed un-bothered by the swimmers, and could clearly outrun them if they felt like it! People kept a respectful distance, and it was fantastic to watch them in their natural habitat after seeing them many times at turtle rescue and rehabilitation centers.

Heading to see the turtles


Gracefully boarding


Our captain plucked us from the waters one last time, and we made for the final island, Gili Air. The water became choppy, and by the time we reached the beach and a lunch restaurant, the girls were both feeling rather the worse for wear. A small amount of vomiting later, we sat around a table on the beach and enjoyed a meal of satay and coconuts before boarding our vessel and cruising back to the hotel. On the way we came across another boat, clearly having engine trouble. After a discussion between captains, in the local language, we departed for the hotel; I assume that help must have been already on the way, or perhaps they didn’t like each other!

Our excellent captain


Under construction


We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the pool (with a slight bias towards the in-pool bar!) before an early dinner, and early bed. Our time in Lombok was at an end, and I’d be up early the next day to continue alone.

Happy hour!




The view over the beach
 
Your travelog is 100X better than Jeff Corwin or Samantha Brown!!!! :)

Especially liked the Singapore segment, as I tried to recall my short stop there complements of Uncle Sam's Navy back in the early 80s.
I had Shore Patrol duty one night and recalled a very colonial style police station ... didn't match anything I saw in your pics or other google pics.
The best part of Singapore that I remember was a very large park with food stands from all over the region. No idea what most of it was, but it was all WAY better than shipboard food!
 
What an amazing adventure. Keep the updates coming!
 
I had arranged with the water-sports crew for a ride to the airport; they offered many services. The price mysteriously quadrupled between the original agreement and the pick-up, but I managed to negotiate it down again. I arrived at the airport at 0730, for my 0800 take-off; this was in line with the suggestions of my handling agent given that fueling was done. Unfortunately, the agent didn’t appear until 0800, and then immigration were nowhere to be found. They took my passport off to try and find someone to deal with it, while I prepared the airplane.

Waiting for return of the passport


Flying to Australia requires a few strict procedures around bio-security. They are very, very serious about keeping unwanted pests out of the country. I had made sure that no disallowed food items were in the aircraft (the “Scooby Snacks” that Jason had given me before departure were OK), and then sprayed the inside of the aircraft generously with a special pre-departure insecticide. I had obtained this Australia-approved can, as well as the second “top-of-descent” can, from the Wings Over Asia FBO in Singapore. I closed the aircraft up for the prescribed 5 minutes, to let the insecticide do its job. A little before 0900 one of the agents came wobbling across the apron on a bicycle, passport in hand, and I was good to go.

With my handling agents


I was given a backtrack to the end of the southerly facing runway. Near the threshold I came across a large snake, which was suspiciously flat in the middle; it seemed to have been run over by the airline that landed a few minutes before, and large birds were already here and feasting on it. I reported it to ATC, given that hitting dead snakes and large birds can be a risk for aircraft, and they had me hold position while they called a team to remove it. It was taking a while so I reassured them I could take off without risk, and they sent me on my way.

Climbing out from Lombok


Beautiful water off of Lombok


End of the island


I climbed out, and a slight turn to the right put me on course direct for Broome, Australia. Ahead of me, more than 700 miles of nothing but open ocean. I had my lifejacket on, survival gear stashed on and within it, and the life-raft on the seat next to me. I hoped very strongly that I would need none of it! About 50 miles out, Lombok tried to put me onto an HF channel for crossing the ocean; given my lack of HF radio, this wasn’t going to happen, and I headed out into radio silence on the long crossing, alone over the Timor Sea.

Lots of water ahead of me...


Final sight of land


The skies were almost clear, with just the occasional fluffy cloud slipping past below me. I didn’t see a single ship; this was seriously empty ocean. Every now and then I’d call on the emergency frequency and try for a message relay, to let Bali and then Broome know that I was still in the air. Jetstar 110 was the first to help me out, and as I approached halfway Air New Zealand 281 stepped up and passed messages for me. A few miles further on, and “Border Force 11” called me up on frequency. Try as I might, despite being able to hear them, they were not able to hear my responses; eventually NZ281 stepped in to let Border Force know that I could hear them. It turned out they’d just been wanting to give me a courtesy call to say welcome!

Scattered cloud over the Timor Sea


The route


A couple of hours later, and I was in radio contact of Brisbane control. Despite Brisbane being clear across the other side of the continent, they apparently still control this part of the airspace! They gave me a new IFR clearance, directly to Broome, which was handy as that’s what I’d been flying anyway. As I drew closer I was handed over to Broome, and began my descent; spraying the second can of insecticide, the “top of descent” can, in the cabin in accordance with the instructions. I had noted down the details of the spraying, and the can serial numbers, on the special form that’s designed this.

Australia! Continent number 5 of this trip.


Beautiful beaches


Broome, dead ahead


Inviting waters for a swim


Coasting in


Weather conditions were perfect, and the water off the beaches north of Broome was clear and sparkling. It looked idyllic! I was given a visual approach, flying a right downwind and turning back towards the northwest for my landing. A “follow-me” truck was waiting, and led me to the international arrivals pad where immigration were waiting; bio-security, however, were not. Opening the doors or windows of an aircraft is not permitted without clearance from bio-security, and it was very hot; luckily, immigration took initiative and after I held up the insecticide cans and completed form to show them, signaled that I could open up.

Downwind to land


Coming in to land in Broome


Base leg at Broome


They had a quick look through the aircraft, showing interest only in the “Pilot’s nut powder” that Tom Claytor had given me in Thailand. It does not contain any nut products… We then retired to a nearby table under some shade and they had me fill in numerous forms, and chatted a little bit about my trip and my visit to Australia. They were very warm and welcoming, and before too long I was free to proceed. The follow-me truck returned and led me to a parking space, after which I decided to organise some fuel. This is where the trouble began…

Australian soil at last!


Some rather over-zealous interpretation of sanctions law by the man in the BP office meant that they, the only AVGAS supplier, would not sell fuel to a foreign aircraft without clearance from head office. Head office was, at this time of day (and a couple of time zones ahead), closed. They took my details and promised to email the out of hours service, in the hope that they might be able to fuel me the following morning. This was a bit of a nonsense, and I still had a lot of fuel, so I phone up the fueler at Halls Creek. This location was also BP, and about 3 hours flight east of Broome; they reported that of course they could fill me up, no worries, too easy! With Plan B in hand, I set off to walk to the nearby “Maccas” to enjoy some wifi and a bite to eat.

Over a cheeseburger, I got the laptop out and managed to secure the last remaining private room at the nearby Kimberley Travelers Lodge, a backpacker place near the airport. After settling in to my room I hung out in the common area, planning my upcoming crossing of the Australian continent, and chatting to a few of the other guests about our travels and the best places to see. One of the guys, a french tourist, had just crossed about half of the continent on dirt roads only, which sounded like quite an adventure! Another, a Japanese lady on a long term working holiday, wanted to go to Sydney, and was quick to claim my spare copilot seat. We had the hostel arrange a taxi for the following morning (she had more luggage than I wanted to try and carry), and settled in before yet another early start the following day.
 
Question for you - I'm not sure where exactly you consider "home", but have you been "home" since starting this trip or just going from work to wherever you leave the airplane?
 
Question for you - I'm not sure where exactly you consider "home", but have you been "home" since starting this trip or just going from work to wherever you leave the airplane?

No, I have been either in Iraq or on the trip since the start of May.

On Thursday, I'm leaving Iraq for 3 weeks off, and am using this as a chance to visit the UK and Pittsburgh for a bit instead of flying, as kind of a half-way breather.
 
No, I have been either in Iraq or on the trip since the start of May.

On Thursday, I'm leaving Iraq for 3 weeks off, and am using this as a chance to visit the UK and Pittsburgh for a bit instead of flying, as kind of a half-way breather.

That's a tremendous amount of dedication! Sounds like a great idea to get a breather and take a "shift off". :)
 
Super jealous, it’s funny, I lived in Broome, Yogyakarta and Singapore for a bit. Loved every minute of it all.
 
I am looking forward to more pictures of Australia. My mom and dad visited Australia and New Zealand in the late 70s on business. My dad wanted to go back and rent a motor home Rv and take a 6 month self tour, but never did.
 
What was/is the longest over the water length? And I guess for the whole trip, what will be the longest single leg? I am wondering how much fuel I would need to carry if I did this trip.
 
We were up and outside the hotel a little before our scheduled pick-up time of 0630. The guy at the Kimberley Lodge had warned us that “all taxis in this town are terrible” and, sure enough, our ride never turned up. We set out to lug the bags on the 30 minute walk to the private side of the airport; meaning we were a little late for the appointment that I’d made late the previous night with BP. They had emailed their head office, copying me, and head office had replied with words to the effect of “of course you can fuel them, you plonkers”. We topped up the wings, shoe-horned Hiyo’s bags in, and started up.

BP, finally agreeing to fuel me


My hitchhiking copilot



Before 8am, the control tower at Broome is not open, so the field was operating as an uncontrolled field. I followed another aircraft and just copied him while getting my head around the procedures, which seemed very similar to those used in the US. Not everybody wanted to use the runway in the same direction, so after the aircraft in front of us departed we waited while another took off from the other end, and set off on our way. I turned left on course, and climbed to 3,500ft. It was calm this morning, and I wanted to enjoy the views!

Departure from Broome


Final sight of the ocean


When planning for this section of the trip, I had seen arrival in Australia as the end of the main “challenging bits”, at least regarding bureaucracy and hassle. This turned out to be correct; the Australian regulatory agency and politicians do seem to be doing their best to cause problems for pilots in general, but flying here is still much better than in most parts of the world. What I had not quite wrapped my head around, however, was the sheer size of the place; my brother helpfully sent me a picture showing Australia superimposed over the moon (Australia is bigger) to illustrate my oversight. In order to catch my 10am flight out of Sydney on Thursday morning (it was now Tuesday) I’d need to fly 18 hours over 2 days. Luckily, long distance flying is something of a specialty!

Covering plenty of ground on Australia, day 1


Entering the Outback


Within just a few miles, the landscape had turned arid and barren. There was very little sign of human activity, much less habitation, something that would continue with few exceptions to within a few hundred miles of the east coast. Eyes peeled in vain for kangaroos, we droned on towards Halls Creek. We could hear a King Air on frequency, announcing his progress from Broome to Fitzroy Crossing, and before long he appeared on my ADS-B screen as he overhauled us 15,000ft above. He descended ahead of us, and as we passed Fitzroy Crossing we could see him on the ground, unloading.

Cruising the outback


Dust plume on a dirt road


Desert ridges


The day was heating up fast and it started to get bumpy during the last hour towards Halls Creek. My decision to keep a couple of air sickness bags staged in the glove compartment proved prescient, as Hiyo made use of both of them; a slightly concerning start as we still had more than 15 flying hours to go! Landing direction at Halls Creek was almost in line with my existing heading, so we came straight in and rolled to a stop in front of the BP fuel pump. The attendant came out to greet us and I topped the tanks again; with vast distances between airports out here, and even vaster distances between fuel stops, the more fuel in the tanks the better.

Filling up at Halls Creek


The attendant was kind enough to drive us the few blocks into town, where we bought a few snacks, and some air-sickness tablets. The town had only about 1,500 people; he was here on a few year assignment while his wife taught at the local school. Apparently life was decent, but usually very quiet! He dropped us back at the aircraft and after the essential bathroom break, we were on our way.

Halls Creek


Climbing out, slow and heavy, from Halls Creek


I climbed steadily, to try and get above the turbulence. We eventually did; at 13,500ft! High above the outback, we cruised onward, enjoying the scenery unrolling below us. While conforming entirely to the “outback” category, it was endlessly changing, much as the deserts of Saudi Arabia had been; sand dunes, river beds, rocky plateaus, hill ranges, the list goes on. My route took us direct to Alice Springs; one of very few airports along this route; the plan was to get close, and then make a decision about whether to stop, or carry on.

Outback


A dirt strip in the desert


In the event, we were both feeling fine, and decided to keep flying another few hours to the town of Birdsville. This town has a population of about 150, although in the first weekend of September about 7,000 people descend upon it for the famous “Birdsville Races”. Given that it wasn’t the first weekend in September, we were hopeful that there’d be rooms available to stay! I used the Garmin InReach to message my father, and ask him to investigate accommodation options; he found the Birdsville Hotel, right next to the airport, but wasn’t able to confirm space. We figured we’d land and try our luck.

Alice Springs


Haze building below us


The sun set slowly over the desert, and we droned onwards in the darkness. Hiyo took that opportunity to fill up a couple more air sickness bags, despite the calm air. As we approached Birdsville, I flew the GPS approach in visual conditions, to make it easier to find and line up on the airport. It was at this stage that a serious deficiency in my pre-flight preparation became apparent; in the US, one clicks the microphone 7 times on the airport frequency to remotely turn on the lights. In Australia, things are apparently different; and it was a very dark night.

Sunset over central Australia


My Stene Aviation Quasar wing tips came into their own here. With both of the high intensity LED landing lights on full, complementing the hull mounted LED landing lights, the ground was just about visible from minimums on the GPS approach! This allowed us to land safely, and we rolled out to end, and parked up at the end of a long line of Cessna 210s and secured the aircraft for the night.

Parked up in Birdsville


We headed straight to the hotel. The bad news was, they had no rooms remaining. The good news, the kitchen was open for another ten minutes, and there was another place that might be able to accommodate us. As there were two of us, we were able to divide forces; Hiyo stayed in the bar to receive the food, while I went off and secured rooms at the Birdsville Lodge (which turned out to be very similar to the pre-fab accommodation that we have in Iraq!) On my return, the food was waiting. I later reflected that perhaps ordering fish 1,000+km from the coast, in a desert, was not the best choice, but it turned out to be very good!

Dinner at the Birdsville Hotel


It was while eating that I received some bad news. The hangar space that I had been promised in Cessnock, from now until early December, was no longer available; and I didn’t exactly have a lot of time available to find an alternative! I threw out the question to a couple of the major Australian pilot groups and was inundated with responses; although my preference for “close to Cessnock” was interpreted by some in Australian terms, which seems to mean “within about a day’s travel”.

The other occupants of this part of the bar were a big group of Australians who turned out to be celebrating no fewer than 3 birthdays. They insisted we join them for a bit, and seemed interested to hear about the round the world flight. As we were chatting, another man walked into the bar and loudly inquired “Which one of you is Ross?” To my amazement, he was a pilot who was spending the night and had seen my online plea for help, and figured out somehow that I was in this bar. A friend of his had a space to offer, south of Sydney; added to the potential hangar space available at the airport next door to Cessnock, I was suddenly back in good shape on the hangar front. We made our excuses before it got too late, and went to bed; yet another early start was coming.

The birthday celebrations
 
We woke at 0630, and were at the airfield (a mere 2 block walk) for 0700. There were a couple of other pilots there preparing their aircraft, including my new friend from the previous night. The fuel attendant helped us to top off, and after some chatting about the flight and some photographs, we back-taxied and took off in the direction of Sydney. As we climbed out over the town, it was clear just how tiny it was – just a couple of blocks from side to side and end to end!

Morning in Birdsvilles


New friends at Birdsville (fueler, and future RtW pilot)


Climbing out from Birdsville




At this time of day the air was still fairly calm, and I climbed up to 7,500ft. The first planned stop of the day was Bourke, a little more than half way between Birdsville and the Cessnock area. I still didn’t know where I’d be parking the aircraft, and was hoping that news would have come in by the time I reached this stop! The landscape was red and desolate, with barely a sign of human influence, although we did pass one huge mine that had its own long, paved air strip. This was apparently quite busy as we heard two flights coming in just during the time we were monitoring the traffic frequency.

Back to barren outback


Waves in the desert


Some green, for a change!




Approaching Bourke


As we drew closer to Bourke, the occasional splash of green started to appear, and by the time we neared the airport it was noticeably more developed and arable; still a far cry from the UK or any of the lush Asian landscape I had been crossing recently, though! The first things we noticed on arrival were the flies; they were numerous and incredibly aggressive about getting into our faces. The existence of Australian hats with corks hanging for the brim was suddenly made clear! We jogged to the little terminal building, swatting at our heads, and managed to get inside without taking too many of them with us.

The final day's route


I checked my phone, and received some good news; a hangar had been located at Maitland airport, just a short hop from Cessnock! This had been organised by two of the leaders of AOPA (Aircraft Owners and Pilots Association) Australia, Ben and Gerard. A couple of phone calls, and all was arranged; it was a huge relief to have this taken care of, and to know the airplane would be in the best possible hands during its long stay there.

Fueling up in the fly kingdom


Some map checking revealed that there was very little within walking distance, so we decided to simply refuel and head on. We ran back to the aircraft and Hiyo dug some bug spray out of her bag, which had very little effect. I attempted to fuel one handed, leaving one to wave around at the flies, and soon we were on our way; keeping the windows closed until the engine was running, and the air flow too intense to allow any flies through! Their concentration in this area may well have been due to what looked like an entirely unexplained severed kangaroo’s tail lying by the fuel pump; very odd.

Departing from Bourke


Some clouds at last!


Plenty of clouds, in fact...


We climbed to 9,500ft, well clear of the bumps, and set off over what was now unmistakably cultivated and developed land. As we drew closer to civilization, I got in contact with Brisbane Control, and they provided me with whatever the Australian equivalent of Flight Following is as we headed towards Maitland. The previous day, and this morning, the area had apparently been hit by torrential rain, and the contacts I had been talking to did not expect that I’d be able to make it in. Indeed, as we crossed the ranges of hills that separate the dry interior from the coastal region, there was fairly thick cloud; but it never became so thick that we had to switch to instruments.

Huge mines near Maitland


As we closed in on Maitland, we flew over vast open mines, being worked by equally vast machines. The countryside was lush and green and well developed; after what seemed like endless outback and desert, this was a hugely welcome sight! There was a stiff breeze, but conditions were otherwise lovely as we approached Maitland, setting up for final approach to the shorter and narrower tarmac runway, as it was mostly into the wind. We touched down and rolled out; section 3 was complete at last! I backtracked on the runway to the fuel pumps; there were grass taxiways but they appeared to be mostly underwater. Clearly they’d had serious rain here.

Almost like England


Section 3, complete!


My aunt, Gerard from AOPA, and another gentleman from Cessnock called Harry were all there to meet and assist. Harry helped me fuel the aircraft, and then led me over to Gerard’s hangar where Planey would be staying. After saying our hellos, I took care of a quick oil change; best to leave the aircraft with clean fresh oil whenever possible if it’s going to sit for a while, and the new oil I put in had anti-corrosion additives to help keep it in good condition. We re-positioned the airplane to perform an engine run-up and leak check, which is where the danger of being in a hurry presented itself. In my rush to get things finished up, and get on the road to Sydney, I entirely forgot to put the oil filler cap back on. Just as I was thinking to myself “Did I put the filler cap on…?” Harry made the symbol to cut the engine; that would be a “yes”, then. We did learn, at least, that oil won’t blow out the filler if you leave the cap off, at least when stationary on the ground!

Tucked away safely for the next 3 months


My saviour, Gerard


After meeting Dave, the owner of the maintenance shop, and running through some preventative work and inspections that I wanted done while I was away, we jumped in my aunt’s car and headed for Sydney. Along the way I received a call from Ben, from AOPA Australia, and he spent a while interviewing me for an article about the flight for their magazine. We drove on through the darkness and occasional torrential rain, crossing the Sydney harbour bridge, which was an exciting way to arrive in the city! We stayed that night at the Sofitel in Darling Harbour, and had an incredible dinner at Cafe Sydney, overlooking the bridge and opera house. The next morning it would be back to work, and what would be a 12 week break in the trip in total.

Final night


Hours so far: 170
Distance so far: 19,644
Countries so far: 29
 
I'm lost. How did we go from Malaysia to Australia?
 
Darling Harbor is a great area. Lots of great places to eat. Hope you had a great, if short, time there.
 
I think crossing the Australian Outback is perhaps the part of this trip so far that I'm the most envious of. I spent a few weeks on the eastern coast of Australia and NZ around 18 years ago and really loved it. Crazy just how rugged and unpopulated the outback is.

When I was reading through your story of approaching the airport in Australia at night I was getting nervous before reading what I figured - that the pilot controlled lighting would be controlled differently. Whenever I'm in a strange and new land (especially unpopulated) I try to avoid landing at night unless I've been to that airport and know that the lighting works in a particular manner. Departures I'm more ok with if need be. I ran into similar flying up to northern Canada with their gravel strips, and stuck to daytime operations. Glad it worked out!
 
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