Dear English-speaking readers, this page is an automatic Google translation from a post originally written in French. My apologies for the weird sentences and the funny mistakes that could have been generated during the process. If you can read French, the original and correct version can be found here:
I returned from Indonesia three days before the terrorist carnage in Paris on November 13, 2015. I had begun to write this light article, happy, carefree, before the tragedy ...
How to celebrate the beauty of the world, after the horror of this bloody Friday? How to speak of joie de vivre, travel and diving?
I decided to publish this article anyway. To be on the side of life. To put blue in the dark. Because the Paris motto, Fluctuat NEC mergitur, really makes sense in this sad context ...
Maluku to Raja Ampat
So this is it. I lived a fabulous adventure, on distant seas, aboard a beautiful ship like a pirate princess ship: the Waow.
Waow? This is the acronym for World Adventure Ocean Wide. This is the exclamation we let slip when we discover this three-masted end as a bird (as in the song): "Waow! "
Updated 2018. The Waow, this magnificent dive-cruise boat aboard which I had the chance to embark on in 2015, no longer exists ... 😢 He unfortunately burned and sank, in Cenderawasih Bay, Indonesia, at night January 31 to February 1, 2018. I refer you to the message posted on their Facebook page and on their site.
60 meters long, 11 wide and 10 high, 800 tons. It was built between 2008 and 2012, while ironwood, this rot-resistant "steel wood", modeled after the traditional Indonesian transport boats called Pinisis.
From Ambon to Sorong, from the Moluccas to Raja Ampat, far from the fury of the world, one can only marvel at the beauty of nature and the seabed.
I had a lot of fun ...
On the road of spices
October 27, 2015. First night on board. In the dim light of my cabin, I watch for unknown noises. The boat creaks and sighs, splitting the waves. There is the muffled purring of engines in the distance and the shuddering of the nearby water against the wood of the hull. I tame the sounds that surround me.
But the sea is calm and the roll will remain moderate throughout the crossing. We make our way to the legendary Banda Islands, the spice islands (nutmeg, cinnamon, clove) that made the fortune of the VOC, the Dutch East India Company in the seventeenth and eighteenth century. Filming in the wake of the great navigators of yesteryear has something exhilarating.
This first evening, as we have just left the port of Ambon, the gentle sway of Waow rocks me.
I have the impression that the boat is alive. I can almost hear him breathing with every wave he splits. A reassuring, soothing sensation that helps me slowly slip into sleep.
But I can not wait to get back under the surface. The diving equipment is ready. And my camera already in his box, ready for the first immersion in the early morning. I do not know yet, this first night, what I'm going to see under the water ...
There will be massive hammerhead sharks and the whirlpools of silver trevallies. The clouds of blue ballista and yellow-backed fusiliers, the sparkling waterfalls of the glass fish, the colorful flutter of the butterfly fish ... And then also the graceful green turtles, the huge humpback parrotfish, the majestic napoleons. The bright yellow benches of the snappers and the delicate interlacing of the giant gorgonians ...
I brought tons of photos, which I finally find time to sort, now that I'm back under the gray Breton sky. I'll come back and show you all that soon!
I was the guest of Waow from October 27 to November 8, 2015, for this diving cruise called "Secrets of Seram". All opinions expressed here remain 100% mine.