Chapter 13 as the stomach churns.  

brute472 75M
1871 posts
9/3/2006 4:31 am

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Chapter 13 as the stomach churns.

This is not the dumb one that let her get away but it is almost the right size.

I went to bougainville to get away from my second wife by this time she was giving me the shits so the best thing to do was run away.
It is amazing how things come back to bite you on the bum though because just six weeks living in a camp of 300 men I couldn't hack it.
I was doing a job at the golf club when one of the bosses came by and apparently I had lost my cool a little so he went back to the manager and said to him if they wanted me to stay on the island they had better get my wife up here.
You see I can't live without a woman in my life whether she is good or bad as long as she is there.
So they employed my wife and she arrived a few weeks later.
We were put up in one of the holiday houses on the beach at Lolloho in a tropical paradise.
The first evening she was on the Island we went for a walk along the beach and bugger me dead right in front of us about 20 yards away was the biggest fucking crocodolie I haqd ever seen, but my luck the way it was it saw my missus and went like hell back into the sea.
About two weeks earlier a native woman doing her laundry in the river was taken by a croc and they reckoned it was this one.
Well I have to say the next two years was not only living in but was in every way paradise.
Imagine miles of white sand with coconut palms right to the waters edge and water that you could see forever in and at a tropical 25 degrees.(Centigrade.)
Bougainville is an Island that was originally a part of the Solomon Islands but at the end of the war they sectioned it off and made it a part of New Guinea.
This caused all sorts of problems for the Bouganvilleans as they are a different race all together than the New Guinea.
Three completly different races inhabit melanesia, there are Melanesians, Micronesians and the lighter skinned polynesians.
Any way the local natives were some of the loveliest looking ebony skinned people imaginable and the young women were so beautiful and to make things even better they were topless and to a breast man like me it was heaven.
I digress all it takes is the thought of a pair of breasts and I'm off, see!
I was lucky enough to buy a small trailer sailer and a half cabin cruiser so all our off duty time was spent either in, on or under the water you see I also got my scuba certificate.
The yacht club was like no other club in the world, imagine a gret big square verandah with just the centre square having walls that formed the bar an kitchen etc the rest was open to the sea breezes.
Sitting there after a days racing sipping Gin and Tonic's and chatting about the jolly old sailing eh what!
Really you had to be there to believe it and just off the beach a short way were all the members yachts moored bobbing up and down in the beautiful blue green sea.
One little incident that occured may pique your interest and even if it doesn't I'm still going to tell it.
My little piece of sailing glory was the smallest yacht in the squadron a 12 foot Hartley and consequently being a new boy I was moored quite a few yards from the club.
Being too lazy this day to launch my dinghy I decided to have a liesurely swim to my boat.
I have already said the water was so clear that you could literally see for a hundred yards through it and about halfway to my yacht I noticed this rather interesting piece of tree ahead of me on the bottom.
As I was nearing the sunken tree I noticed it had suddenly taken on the oroportions of a rather large man eating shark.
Had I been in the olympics I would have gained two gold medals one for the speed I reched the nearest yacht and the second for the gymnastics getting my feet up and over the bow with my hands holding the rail and my arse dangling about two feet from the water.
Thinking about it later I realised my arse was a perfect target for the shark to gnaw on and the second problem was I couldn't remain in this position forever I had to drop back into the water some time.
Well I guess the toothy one wasn't very hungry because when I finally did get back into the water it was no longer there.
Needless to say from that day on I rowed my dinghy to my yacht.
Well that is not quite true because after a few months of swimming, snorkelling and diving on the abundance of coral reefs that surrounded the island almost every time you went in the water there would be one or two reef sharks cruising around and as long as you obeyed their rules they didn't bite.
In a cove about five miles from where we launched our power boats was a Japanese freighter that ahd been sunk by the Aussie air force as it ran into the cove for cover, the keel was about 250 feet below the surface with the superstructure another maybe 40 feet higher.
We would dive on this wreck at every opportunity.
When we tied up at the mooring rope in the cove and dropped into the water on a sunny day you could see the outline 200 feet below and as you steadily dived the stark outline of this ship would hit you right between the eyes.
The fish life was of course bountiful and being a mixture of reef fish and sea fish the colours were incredible and always on the bow were apair of lionfish beutiful but deadly poisonous.
Of course the best time to see the wonderful colours is at night because as you steadily go deeper all colours of the spectrum dissapear until everything is a neutral colour.
Even in daylight to get the colours out you had to use artificial light.
What was really scary was night diving where your vision is limited to the circle of light your torch shone in front of you and every where else was deep black.
So one never knew what may have been stalking one in the dark.
There were one or two incidents when doing our night dives, and for those that dive you know all about the buddy system, never dive alone.
This particular night I was buddied with a friend and two other guys that I did not know well had come along with us and were buddied up together.
We dropped in the water everything is pitch black and by the time I had equalised the pressure in my ears I looked for my buddy by this time I would have beeen about 20 feet down when I realised there was no one around me at all.
I hesitantly carried on descending for about another twenty feet when I saw a mass of bubbles streaming toward me far more than you would expect to see so I quickly headed for them.
What I found still to this day amazes me, one of theguys who had accompanied us had a major gear malfunction and the air was escaping from his eqiupment to the point of him running out of air.
I guess at this timewe were at least 60 feet deep.
I swam to him checked that he was about to run out of air and quickly signalled that we would share my air as we made our way back to the boat.
This went fine we came up to the ten feet mark swapping the regulator back and forth and I decided we should take a 10 minute decompression stop.
As we worked on a mountain that was a few thousand feet high it was always better to take no chances and wfter a dive a deco stop was alwaqys made.
Well we completed our stop and finally made it back to the boat where we waited another twenty minutes for our diving buddies to surface.
When they got back in the boat I told them in no uncertain words and terms that they were fucking useless and one of our party may have died tonight through their lack of responsibility of sticking with their buddy.
I never dived with any of them ever again.
But it doesn't stop there, we, some friends and I on another occasion launched my ply and glass covered cruiser at the boat ramp and headed for another night dive on the wreck.
Everything went beautifully and we had a perfect dive but coming back to the surface I shone my torch on the bottom of my boat and something wasn't quite right with it but I couldn't figure what it was.
Soi we completed our deco got back on board and I cranked her up and headed for home.
Now she just didn't want to go at all she just sluggishly pushed through the water the 65 horsepower on the back just wouldn't get up on the planre.
We stopped everyone putting in their two cents worth and it wasn't untill the water started lapping over our feet that we realised we were sinking.
No one was as happy as I when after starting the bilge pump the water went out faster than it came in.
So I kicked the merc in the guts and up on the plane we got, when just off to the starboard with the sound of thunder a giant Manta Ray literally flew out of the water at least 20 feet wingtip to wing tip.
What a gracefuland beautifully proportioned creature it was.
Wing tips gracefully curved upwards it resembled a great delta wing aircraft flying out of the depths only to land with a resounding crash back into the water.
The ray kept pace and put on its performance for miles and then just as suddenly it had appeared it disappeared into the murky depths.
The very next night it put on a show for all the patrons at the boat club.

Oh shit all those words and we haven't even got the theatre or anything, well this has been another story from the city with millions.
Tune in same time same place if you can still stand it untill the next instalment entitled ASDIP.


rm_fussybitch 51F
3818 posts
1/8/2007 10:34 pm

what a lovely surprise to discover this as I have been fossicking through your blog. a real trip down memory lane for me as I lived in Arawa for a couple of years in my teens. The manta ray thing especially, i watched one doing the same thing when out fishing with my dad, bloody brilliant.

cheers
fussy xx


brute472 75M
3480 posts
9/4/2006 5:13 pm

Yes it has been on our news non stop.
He will be missed not only by viewers but for all the conservation work he carried out.


brute472 75M
3480 posts
9/4/2006 4:57 am

    Quoting VTLakesideVixen:
    Brute, you do love having adventure in your life don't you?

    Now Brute, can you give me a geography lesson here please? How far is Bougainvillea from New Guinea? And New Guinea from New Zealand? And New Zealand from Australia? Are all of these places separate islands except Australia? I know Australia is a continent, right? (It is too large to be considered an island if I am not mixing up my concepts here!) I am trying to imagine how you traveled during your life.

    Now Brute, help me to understand the "race" issue that you made mention of please. What race are the people of New Guinea? Do Bouganvilleans inhabit Melanesia? What are Micronesians and where do Micronesians come from? How do all these races relate in relation to your adventure here?

    As I am no good with math, can you please translate what 25 degrees Celsius is as Fahrenheit temperature goes?

    Sweetie, as you can see from my questions here, you have one very confused American lady on your hands!

    In spite of all my confusion, it sounds like you lived in paradise!
    I suppose it was against all of the civilized society's rules for non-native women to go "bare breasted"? Is the native culture still alive these days?

    Brute, I guess I had better quit with the question before I drive you crazy. By this point you are shaking your head and thinking that if I were there in person that you would wring my neck for asking so many questions! I will check back as I always do to see how many of them you were able to answer as I always do before I start reading the next installment of your adventures!

    Hugs to you Sweetie!

    Vixen~~!


Brute, you do love having adventure in your life don't you?

Now Brute, can you give me a geography lesson here please? How far is Bougainvillea from New Guinea? And New Guinea from New Zealand? And New Zealand from Australia? Are all of these places separate islands except Australia? I know Australia is a continent, right? (It is too large to be considered an island if I am not mixing up my concepts here!) I am trying to imagine how you traveled during your life.
Ok for a start it is Bougainville , Bougainvillea is the plant that was decovered by some old time explorer named bougainville.
The second misconception is that Australia is considered the biggest island in the world but it is also a continent.
Distances: Bougainville is 560 miles east of New Guinea and 2,500 miles from New Zealand.
New guinea's capital Port Moresby is 1962 miles north of Melbourne.
They are seperate islands and hopefully I will post a map on my next blog that I have marked.

Now Brute, help me to understand the "race" issue that you made mention of please. What race are the people of New Guinea? Do Bouganvilleans inhabit Melanesia? What are Micronesians and where do Micronesians come from? How do all these races relate in relation to your adventure here?

There is alittle confusion here but generally New Guinea natives and t5he islands above New Guinea are classed as Micronesian and Bougainville natives Melanesian.
Polynesian are of the same race as Hawaiians.

As I am no good with math, can you please translate what 25 degrees Celsius is as Fahrenheit temperature goes?
Actually it is more like 20 deg celsius which is around 75 deg fahreheit. It is lovely and warm.

Sweetie, as you can see from my questions here, you have one very confused American lady on your hands!

In spite of all my confusion, it sounds like you lived in paradise!
I suppose it was against all of the civilized society's rules for non-native women to go "bare breasted"? Is the native culture still alive these days?

White women were not even allowed to wear shorts that didn't cover to the knee unless swimming as the natives found the upper thigh to be arousing.
And you are not a nusiance although it has taken me hours to sort out the map etc.
But I don't mind as it is for you.Hugs.


brute472 75M
3480 posts
9/4/2006 4:39 am

    Quoting rm_flyaway1012:
    Wow! the stuff you wrote about was just mind blowing!
    Sharks, crocs, reef fish and sea fish, clear water, coconuts, white sand, it sounds nothing short of a true paradise. I really enjoyed reading it. Oh, so cool your woman came to stay with you!

    I wanted to thank you again for visiting my blog today......
    Thx again,
    xxooxx
    flyaway
It was a pleasure I had just found your blog yesterday and I found it very interesting so I will be calling in more often.
Thank you for responding it is nice to know that people have read the remarks you left them.Thanks again.


brute472 75M
3480 posts
9/4/2006 4:36 am

    Quoting twirly_girl:
    Ohhh pops!
    That was a wonderful recounting!
    I've always wanted to visit an island
    that had clear water like that.
    The water here is murky brown because we get
    alot of the Rivers emptying into the Gulf Coast.

I promise one day my sweet girl you will swim in these waters.


VTLakesideVixen 61F
458 posts
9/4/2006 2:01 am

Brute, you do love having adventure in your life don't you?

Now Brute, can you give me a geography lesson here please? How far is Bougainvillea from New Guinea? And New Guinea from New Zealand? And New Zealand from Australia? Are all of these places separate islands except Australia? I know Australia is a continent, right? (It is too large to be considered an island if I am not mixing up my concepts here!) I am trying to imagine how you traveled during your life.

Now Brute, help me to understand the "race" issue that you made mention of please. What race are the people of New Guinea? Do Bouganvilleans inhabit Melanesia? What are Micronesians and where do Micronesians come from? How do all these races relate in relation to your adventure here?

As I am no good with math, can you please translate what 25 degrees Celsius is as Fahrenheit temperature goes?

Sweetie, as you can see from my questions here, you have one very confused American lady on your hands!

In spite of all my confusion, it sounds like you lived in paradise!
I suppose it was against all of the civilized society's rules for non-native women to go "bare breasted"? Is the native culture still alive these days?

Brute, I guess I had better quit with the question before I drive you crazy. By this point you are shaking your head and thinking that if I were there in person that you would wring my neck for asking so many questions! I will check back as I always do to see how many of them you were able to answer as I always do before I start reading the next installment of your adventures!

Hugs to you Sweetie!

Vixen~~!


twirly_girl 48F

9/3/2006 11:55 am

Ohhh pops!
That was a wonderful recounting!
I've always wanted to visit an island
that had clear water like that.
The water here is murky brown because we get
alot of the Rivers emptying into the Gulf Coast.


-Nikki


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