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(Grilled fish with fresh sambal)
3 plate size bream/snapper.
2 hot chilli peppers
6cms fresh turmeric peeled and chopped
5 garlic cloves peeled and chopped finely
5g palm sugar
Juice of one lime
3 tablespoons coconut oil
Place the chilli, ginger, turmeric, garlic,
palm sugar, limejuice and coconut oil into
a food processor and make into a paste,
rub the paste onto the fish inside and
out. Grill under a hot griller until cooked,
should take about 3 minutes each side.
Ser ve with boiled rice.
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We were sitting in the yacht club at
Benoa downing a few Bintangs. I’d
met a couple that had just sailed
into Bali. They remarked about the lack of
transport between the islands as they’d come
across many surfers looking for lifts back to
Bali from Flores and Sumbawa. I replied that
maybe it wasn’t the lack of transport but the
lack of money that made them want to hitch a
ride. I had sufficient beer to start yarning about
travelling between islands.
Years ago Bali had only home-stays called
losmens. Travelling through Bali, the streets
were narrow dirt and coral. Kuta was a lime-
burning and fishing village with cremations
dotting the beach, so the air was full of smoke.
Denpasar Airport was just a thin runway
and the planes had seen better days. One of
these was an old DC3 owned by a European
who had been flying around the islands for
years. When passengers couldn’t pay he
accepted village craft. After several months he
had a plane load of artefacts which he flew to
Singapore to sell.
This particular day I was to go to Lombok
to see some terracotta that we were sending
to Australia. I was tired of the ferry because
it took almost a day to get to Lombok from
Padangbai. So I thought I would go by plane.
When I bought my ticket the girl at the travel
“I have you booked on the nine o’clock
flight but you should get there about seven so
you can get onboard.”
“But I have a ticket for the nine o’clock!”
“Just get there early. You’ll see.”
I walked out wondering what she was going
The next morning I was at the airport at
eight. The place was packed. I went over to a
counter where I found people handing in allsorts
of firearms. Some of these blokes had guns and
knives nearly as big as them. I felt small when
I handed in my sailing knife and received a
scrap of paper so I could retrieve it in Lombok.
Walking into the waiting room I was
astonished to see a large pile of tickets on
the table. As people came in they added their
tickets to the pile. A steward came and took
a pile from the bottom and called out their
names. They filed out to the old DC3 carrying
animals and birds. I missed the nine o’clock,
then the ten o’clock but I got on the 12 o’clock
only by shuffling my ticket towards the bottom
of the pile.
Onboard the seating was pipe-framed
chairs with canvas stretched over them. Seat
belts were some woven material that you tied
around your waist. I was starting to get a little
ner vous which wasn’t helped when the two
pilots came on board smoking and drinking
cups of coffee. They walked down the aisle
smiling and saying g’day to ever yone. They sat
in the cockpit with the door open. The door
crashed closed making the passengers jump out
of their skins. We taxied out on to the runway.
The motors roared as we were about to
start down the runway. First one then the other
motor spluttered and fell silent. One of the pilots
casually walked down the aisle talking. I asked
the person next to me what he was saying.
“ He said they’ve run out of fuel and we have
to wait for the tanker to come and fill the tanks.”
An army bloke started yelling abuse,
jumped from his seat and ran out the open
door only to fall on to the runway as the steps
weren’t there yet. I decided it might be safer
to try some other form on transport when the
pilots came down the aisle handing out warm
bottles of Coke and Fanta.
After a long hot wait we took off and flew
without any problems to Lombok. When we
landed the pilot informed us the bloke who
drove the stairs hadn’t turned up, but not to
worr y because the plane carried a roll of cargo
netting which he pushed out the door for the
passengers to clamber down.
I caught the ferry home.
The sailing couple couldn’t believe it but
they reckoned it was worth a good few Bintangs
and a meal. h
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