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1kg sliced pork fillet or any boneless pork
2 medium sized onions sliced
2 green capsicum seeded and sliced
200g mushrooms sliced
1 can of tomatoes
1 cup of chicken stock
2 teaspoons of crushed garlic
2 teaspoons of sambal olik
2 tablespoons rice flour seasoned with black pepper
Brown the sliced pork fillet and place into a casserole pot. Fry the
onion, garlic, capsicum, garlic, sambal and mushrooms until tender
then add to the casserole, add the tomatoes and stock, cover and
cook in the oven at 180̊C for about one hour. When cooked add the
rice flour to thicken if needed.
with Captain Chaos
With the rough seas and the cold southerlies, it’s a good
time to sit around a fire and swap stories. I was down
at the club the other day sitting in the warmth with a
couple of knock-around blokes yarning about boat adventures
and bad fortune. Not to be outdone I related one of my own
A while back I was in Bali. I had taken my boogie board –
without any added green. After getting through customs I was
met by my old sailing mate Baz.
“Hi Chaos! We can go straight to the marina, you might as well
stay on board. I ’ve organized to head out to Lombok tomorrow.”
“ What are the waves like on the south end? ” I asked putting
my gear into his car.
“Great! We can stand off and you can catch a few deepwater
I grabbed some cold Bintang from the bar at the marina and
we headed out to his 40ft yacht. After storing my gear I sat in
the cockpit and cracked a few cold ones with Baz. It was a quiet
evening with great food from the marina kitchens and then off
to sleep. Early the next morning we cast off and headed for
“I picked this time of the day to travel as the current is slow
and with the engine we should make the Southern shore early
this afternoon. You should be able to get a few waves before the
sun goes down.”
We didn’t have much sail up so I lounged around and watched
the world go by. We had to change course quite a bit to miss
the whirlpools caused by the tidal current that moved up and
down the strait.
“ There’s a horseshoe bay called Tanjung Sepi; we can drop
anchor there for the night,” Baz said cutting the motor. I looked
over at the waves that were breaking well out from the shore.
“It looks a bit dangerous with those cliffs along the shore.”
“Don’t worry. I have brought heaps of board riders out here
... I haven’t lost one yet. Off you go.”
I dropped off the side and paddled away. Looking out to sea I
realised the waves were larger than they appeared from on deck.
I didn’t have long to wait as a swell arrived that looked good.
I paddled and the next thing I was flying down the face. I felt I
was falling not surfing until my board started to grip. I turned
and picked up speed along the face.
I was in the pipe and couldn’t see anything through the water
that formed the tube stretching out in front of me. I hurtled
through and was horrified to be suddenly confronted by cliffs
right next to me. The part of the wave I was on was starting to
break and the power of the water was dragging me to the rocks.
I looked for a way out.
Through the spray I spied a small break in the cliffs to my
right. I aimed the board for it and was lucky to ride into the gap.
I found myself sliding up a sandy pocket, which was sheltered
from the waves by a large outcrop of rock. I stumbled to my feet.
Looking around I noticed some rough steps going up over the top
of the cliffs. Gathering my board I made my way up to the top.
I saw Baz had the binos and was searching for me along the
bottom of the cliffs. I waved frantically and just when I though
he hadn’t seen me, he raised a hand and pointed to the east. I
realised he didn’t want me to try to swim out but was signalling me
to walk to the horseshoe bay where he would met me. I gestured
back and watched as Baz started the motor and headed west.
I found a dirt track that was going the same way. It took me
about an hour and a half to reach the shore and I was relieved
to find Baz waiting.
“Great ride Chaos! But I lost sight of you. I thought you were
going to be the first one I’d lost.”
“I was lucky to find a small break and some steps I think some
fishermen must use. Let’s get back to the boat. I need a drink
and some food. I ’ll cook the pork fillet you bought.”
Yes, with the huge waves and the giant cliffs, I thought I’d
bitten off more than I could chew. h
GIANT SURF IN BALI
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