Tuesday 29 June
We were allowed to leave Christmas Island, and boarded a plane that had arrived from Perth without any passengers onboard. Thanks to the most recent lockdown in Perth, we had a very spacious cabin to roam around in. Of course the flight was only about 1 hour long, but we were still required to wear our face masks.
Upon arrival at Cocos Keeling, and the talk from the Australian Federal Police about obeying WA laws and the local speed limits (in town 30 km max & beyond town 50 km), we were allowed out of the airport, and we could rip off those masks!
Pictures from the plane shared & taken by Ian Clarke, with thanks




On to our accommodation. The travel agent booked two different accommodation sites, and we had no initial choice as to where we were located. Five couples ended up in the Hotel Cocos Village Bungalows. Nice. The rest of the group went to the Cocos Beach Resort Motel. Not as nice. Our original room had large ants. The next was ok.
Our location is very good, right next to the pounding sea. Excellent. We walked outside onto the deck chairs to sit & enjoy a cuppa & watch the turtles swimming by.
Cocos (Keeling) Islands are built around the rim of an old volcano. So, as Christmas island is the tip of a volcano, and hence quite hilly, Cocos and is quite flat. In fact the airport boasts it is 10 feet above sea level. So you can ride around the island easily, if the breeze isn't blowing a gale, whereas you'd need a vehicle to get around Christmas Island.
First night dinner was pizza pre-ordered from Salty's for tonight's group gathering. We missed happy hour at the Cocos Club by 6 minutes! Anyway, drinks aren't too expensive. On our way back to the room Deborah spotted a local inhabitant, a hermit crab.

Picture below taken & shared by Ian Clarke, with thanks

Wednesday 30 June
Our time on the Island is mainly to recharge our batteries after the hectic pace of Christmas Island. Morning was a short stroll around the corner to the only supermarket for provisions. Milk, juice, tomato ($19 a kilo), and a tin of peaches ($9 for 700g). Also ordered a loaf of bread for the Friday baking day.
Mid morning bike ride to the South end of the Island. 5km each way Into a raging headwind. Some in the group had already attempted the ride and turned back. Deborah, Ian and another couple Paula and Keith (the Potato farmers), were made of sterner stuff. We made it to Scout beach, had a paddle and snorkel, and then ate lunch. The return bike ride was so easy...with a great tail wind.




During our afternoon walk we came across the local public library. A joint use library with the District High School, open 2 times a week.

Dinner that night was also at Salty's. A nice mild Malay style fish curry, and this time we made it for happy hour at the Cocos club right next door.
Thursday 1 July
Today was the planned trip to Direction Island. We had an alarm set for 6am to catch the local bus at 7.10am and then ferry at 7.30am. This was to be a day trip. Alas, weather intervened with strong winds and occasional rain squalls, so trip is delayed until Saturday.
Ian took the opportunity to try and get close to the local turtles just outside our rooms.

We wandered over to Salty's cafe and had a quiet coffee, muffin and chocolate brownie to share.
The Malay lady, from the cafe, stopped and chatted with us. She explained about cooking the curry we had the night before and a few other food items. She also waved to her husband driving past, who is the refuse truck driver, so we all waved as well. Her sister is on the front desk at our budget motel. They all do some kind of work on West Island, and catch the ferry over from Home island.
In the afternoon we took Ian's Mystery Tour. In the morning some of the others had taken the bus out for a drive around the island, so we took the bus with a few others out at 1pm. Well, that was the plan, but Ian noticed the front drivers tyre looked a little deflated. We drove everyone around to the hire house, followed the lady down to the local mechanic who promptly inflated the tyre.
Off we went up the island.
Stops occurred, during warm rain showers, at the old jetty...

Trannies beach...a good snorkel spot...

A easterly beach past 'The Farm', where we all had personal photos...plus some flora and fauna...





The freshwater lake....and a few coconut palms...




This is when Ian again noticed a deflation so, cutting the trip short we headed back to the mechanic who advised changing the wheel. We dropped everyone back at their digs and high tailed it back for a old bus tart up.
Deborah convinced others to take the bus out again in the late afternoon when Ian, and a few other hardy fools, took up the scrounger golf challenge with the locals. The golf was a hit, with the ducks. They all hit one ball towards the first green, then retreated into the 'Donga' to escape the monsoonal downpour which raced down the runway like a plane taking off and some lightening. Game eventually abandoned.
Golfing photos below courtesy of Linda de Vries.






Dinner at Salty's, lamb kebab and fish kebab.
Friday 2 July
After a leisurely morning, again looking at the turtles swimming at the local beach, we prepared for our afternoon trip over to Home Island for the Malay cultural tour with dinner. Catching the local bus, at 50 cents each one way, we got to the jetty to take the $2.50 one way ferry across the lagoon to Home Island. This where the Malay population lives.



Picture below supplied & taken by Ian Clarke, with thanks

We are met at Home Island by our guide, ready to trip around in some of the local transport options. We all got to take a turn driving. 

Deborah found one buggy she really liked. 

The island is home to a cemetery that houses the graves of many of the Clunies-Ross dynasty...the founders of the population and industries on the Cocos and Christmas Islands. Our tour included a demonstration of traditional basket weaving. A skill, unfortunately, that is not being passed to the younger folk.




The next demo was of coconut husking, and extraction of the flesh and water.


We took a tour of the island facilities, and the Kampong streets. The original accommodation was traditional long houses, which have since been replaced by more western houses. They are all leased from the Cocos Shire.



They've also had a large cyclone proof hall built, for locals to go to during wild weather. No cyclone had hit yet. It doubles as a community hall.

Ian also found the library.

At the end of the tour was a Malay dinner, including local curry chicken, beef rendang and roti, with a sweet drink.

Saturday 3 July
After the poor weather on Thursday, our rescheduled trip to Direction Island was on. Beautiful blue skies and light wind boded well for our snorkeling adventure. Again a local bus trip and then ferry to the island. Direction Island is so named as it was a communication base for many years including during WWI and WWII. It was decommissioned in 1959 and much of the equipment bulldozed into the ocean.
We found a shelter to hide under from the sun whilst trying to avoid stepping on all the hermit crabs.





Photos and videos taken & shared by Ian Clarke, with thanks








Our ride home on the ferry. Thanks Ian Clarke for taken & sharing this photo, we were all feeling quite tuckered out after our big adventure.

Snorkeling ensued, and many took to the infamous RIP to get swept into the lagoon and then a swim back to shore. Amazing. All sorts of large and small fish were seen, as you got swept along above the deep trench, including many reef sharks.
Deborah even went snorkeling and encountered one of these relatively friendly sharks.
Of course it wouldn't be a group adventure without some member having an incident. This time it was the group leaders wife. The 'RIP' is a rip, so warning signs do mention the facts. Our member hit the rip, floated along quite a long way into the lagoon, saw a shark underwater and in her panic promptly lost her mask and snorkel. As she Slightly floundered in the deep water, a passing fishing boat asked if she required assistance, which she gladly took. And her husband? He was oblivious to her predicament. We all laughed.
Sunday 4 July
We all headed out to Big Barge Art Centre, being shuttled in the hired bus. The Barge, built in 1970, was repurposed in early 2000's into a gallery for local art works with a cafe on the side. Nice set-up.





In the afternoon we had a relaxing time at the motel, and Ian took the opportunity to cut down a few coconuts to get some coconut water.

We also then took a walk along our beach to check the coral, crabs and shells. Like most of the beaches there was a selection of flotsam including old vehicle parts.

Tonight we grabbed a Marinara pizza from Salty's and took it, and a bottle, over to the other groups bungalow accommodation for the nightly catch-up.
Monday 5 July
First up today was a trip to the clam farm run by John Clunies-Ross Jnr. His description of the process, challenges, and 'Yes Minister' bureaucracy was amusing. These blue coloured clams are a delicacy in the Asian market, but he describes the taste as being like eating algae. We quite often see these blue ones whilst snorkeling.



We all headed to Scout Park again, to walk across the reef to Pulu Mari island to do some more snorkeling. This is also home to a Rip. Deborah took the plunge and 'ripped' around the island being guided by Sue, an experienced snorkeller, to see many colourful fish and baby reef sharks along the way.
Picture below taken & shared by Sue Morrison of the three of the least experienced snorkellers after conquering the rip. Accompanied by Carolina who also guided us through.

Pictures below taken & shared by Leanne Green. Both Steve & Ian helping the one with a dodgy foot across to Pulu Maria Island & Deb snorkeling & loving every minute. Thanks boys.


A quiet night having a bbq salmon with some of our Motel neighbours.
Tuesday 6 July
A morning cuppa tea watching the ocean waves and turtles playing, prior to our noon checkout. Ian was able to swap some 2 and 1 dollar coins at the Community Resource Centre. They're very happy to get as much gold coinage as they can.
Our plane is delayed about an hour, but has a perfect landing.


So we all wait around until about 6-7pm for it to land. Of course, the Cocos Club starts happy hour at 5.30pm, so a few take advantage of a drink or 2.
Of course, if we'd stayed a little longer we could have had our next Covid Jan.

Deb's treasured collection.
