Definitely a tricky spot to sail i think. Even for experienced sailors, there is the added difficulties there of tide, and trying to score it in limited windows of ferry times.
I persevered for 7 days.
Being happy just to be out there, on the tropical beach, was a good time for me.
Whether i got a good sail or not, i wasn't phased.
On the first day:
Zero sailors around.
The joint spun me out and I thought I was on the wrong island. I couldn't even figure out where to leave my kit or rig up. It took me a full day just to figure that bit out on my own.
Leaving all my (new to me) kit there to camp on its own under the trees overnight as i headed back to mainland was a strange feeling.
On the second day:
A croc growled at me as i walked past his place.
There was wind, so i sailed out from the beach to the north.
Wildly out of control. Not good. But i sailed and made it back to the Island, I was happy with that.
On the third and forth day:
I had to sit my ass on the beach and watch the local mob blast by at close to 40kts in shin deep water meters off the rock wall as i watched in awe. I couldn't handle it while learning short board with fangy.
On the fifth day: ? Dunno, a day got lost somewhere - maybe the croc ate me and spat me out again.
By the 6th day I was pretty content that I'd had a go, got wet, gear survived and pack up day was fast approaching.
I'd be happy to get my gear off Island unscathed and back to home turf where it will shine.
But then Huey chimed in, as he always does, and swung to my favour.
Wind went a little east, got warm, and dropped a bit.
Go time.
I'd seen them do it, now it was my turn to try.
I was having a good sail out off the beach alone in the lower tide. Then the Dr turned up.
I didn't think i'd be getting around the corner on this trip, no way, but fark it, I followed him around the corner.
Then it happened....
The fangy fed..
It took a bite of the reef, I got ejected forward, and landed on my ass.
Out on the reef flats, I sat in what I reckon was 30-40cm of water for about 30mins while the Dr blasted back and forth past me.
Wtaf is this black magic i asked myself.
Scratching my head while moorooned on shallow reef, luckily fangy and kit were relatively unscathed from the little love bite, I soon figured out that there was no middle speed, it was go or woe.
Had to get the board up and planing quick or the fin was on the bottom.
Waited waited waited.. happily marooned waiting for tide.
I did alot of waiting for tide out there.
I went the fastest I've ever gone and came the closest ever to a carve jibe i've come.
On the 7th day;
Another little sweet sail before the wind dropped right out.
Lucky, because i don't know how i would have got the big table top board down the wharf to ferry if it was still blowing like it had for the past week.
Sorry Dr, we know who jinxed it.
I finally found Tooti on the last day, someone on the Island whom I was told might give me information.
Tooti's advice on the seventh day was, 'don't follow the Dr', everyone knows that. Woops.
But i'm glad i did. An experience i'll never forget.
Billy sent reply at 2pm that i needed to wait until 2.30 but i'd been out there since 1 because it looked deep enough and so good and i didn't want to wait.
Internet **** itself first few days and i'd forgot tide heights (take screen shots or tide chart), without local knowledge, there is bugger all chance of figuring it out on your own looking at the water.
Lots of people gave me advice, but it was still a handful for the brain to juggle it all and figure it out once there.
But i'm glad i did.
I'm probably lucky to be coming back unscathed.
If you are like me, and semi-experienced, don't go there.
It could get very ugly very easily out there.
But if you are like me you will go anyway. If you do, take your time, ask for lots advice from locals, and wear booties. I am glad i listened to that bit.