Resting Up In Korido

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We left the little safe haven of Korido this morning riding our first, long overdue, northwest monsoon winds. Our arrival in the tiny port a couple of days ago, after 5 long days and nights bobbing around in the Pacific swell caused quite a stir. The local police and three guys from the tourist office turned up and told us we were the first yachties ever to arrive there. It felt like we were the first tourists too. Those boys have a job on their hands kick-starting tourism in northwest Biak.

Children playing in a village
The village of Korido

But Korido is a nice little place to rest up. It had a whacky-looking new church that lit up at night with neon lights, a karaoke shop and a small market where we ate rice and fish twice a day, with sweet chilli sauce and gritty Indonesian coffee. It cost about a Euro. On the second day we found a little shop down one of the back streets selling great shortbread and peanut brittle, which constituted desert until a large, jolly woman started turning up with donuts sprinkled with chocolate 100s and 1000s. But there was no fruit to be had anywhere. Our diet has not been great.

Christian monument
An unusual monument by the church

Colonization Of The Pacific

Staying put for a few days gave me the chance to do a little work for a research project run by Keith Dobney and Greger Larson at Durham University. They hope to gain fresh insight into the colonization of the Pacific by looking at the DNA of pigs, chickens and dogs we manage to wrangle and sample along our route into Polynesia. By looking at genes of these domestic animals (from the hairs and feathers we gather) Keith and Greger can establish where their ancestors came from and therefore where their human masters probably originated. So a humble, mangy hound from Korido can be one piece in the huge puzzle that’s human colonization of the Pacific.

People having a drink around a table
Gathering for a drink and a chat at the market stalls. Clockwise from bottom left: Eve, Rรผdiger, Matt, Peter and James. Rรผdie and Peter had just arrived to join us the next leg of the voyage

Sampling dogs I’m pretty good at, but I soon discovered that chasing chickens and pigs is not my bag. I’m not quick or wily enough and tend to look ridiculous. It gives the locals a laugh, but it’s much easier and quicker to pay young boys to do it for you. The complexities of DNA sequencing and Polynesian migration tend to go over their heads, but you can’t beat a gang of financially motivated 10-year-olds when it comes to capturing pigs and chickens.

A man in a rowing boat in the harbour
Evening over Korido harbour

On To Jayapura

Now with three, great new crew (Philip Son of Klaus, Peter and Rรผdiger) we head to Biak en route to Jayapura on the border with PNG. We got off to a good start. Anchored next to us in the neat little harbour was a big Indonesian fishing boat (they are called burka I think). She was plank built, with a raised poop deck like British sailing ship from the 1500s, but with a dirty great diesel engine and sails made out of cheap plastic tarpaulins. In between trying to sell us fish the men were fixing her up for another long stint at sea, but stopped and gave us a round of applause when we raised sail this morning and glided safely out past the reef into the bay. Things like that put wind in your sails.

– Matt Fletcher

Indonesian fishing boat in harbour
Indonesian fishing boat moored next to us

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