Anambas and Natuna, Indonesia

Some more little islands of Indonesia, snorkels, selfies and dancing

Anambas and Natuna Islands

16th May to 12th June

Two small Archipelagos (over 500 islands) in the South China Sea

We’d better start with a quick bit of geography. The average participant in a UK pub quiz would not have heard of these islands, let alone be able to locate them. (A year ago I’d not heard of them either.)

Tarempa, the capital of Anambas

The Anambas and Natuna islands are about half way between Singapore and Borneo, or between West and East Malaysia (Sarawak), in the South China Sea. They are a part of Indonesia, but as they include sizeable reserves of natural gas, others, especially the Chinese, dispute this. (A massive Indonesian military camp is now taking shape here on the largest of the Natuna Islands.)

A semi-arid ‘waterfall’ with a view and fine for a freshwater dip

The Anambas Islands, there are about 250 of them, offer some of the best snorkelling and diving in the world.  They are tricky to get to (unless you have time or money or a yacht) and the islands are largely untouched.

‘Pencil dot island’ (it’s that small on a chart) and nice to snorkel-circumnavigate

The Natuna Islands, about 270 of these, seem to have less clear water and more fishing, but as I’ve only been to four of them I must not judge. Villages are tidy and seem relatively afluent – with well-amplified mosques calling us to prayer.

Homes on Tanjung Kumbrik, Natuna

First impressions? Wonderful.

Final impressions (I must leave soon)? Wonderful, exquisitely beautiful, delightful welcoming warm-hearted people, largely unspoilt, isolated and very little visited. I could go on but a poet would do more justice than  prose could ever achieve. I’ll brighten your day with a few more photos.

On first reaching these Indonesian islands from Malaysia (after blissful brisk overnight sail from Tioman, with bright full moon to light the way), we anchor on patch of sand in a classical jungle-fringed tropical bay with crystal clear water, pristine coral all around and a tiny village a half mile away.P1010183

There are some little fishing boats; I’d already forgotten that the small one- or two-man fishing boats in Indonesian islands do not have silencers and their engines have a distinctive loud resonant throaty chugging sound – not offensive, just noisy.  (Size isn’t everything when it comes to volume!).

But they wave and smile as we eye up one another. (Fisherfolk and local people seem to view foreign sailing boats rather as we might join whale/dolphin spotting trips to view our swimming mammals. Certainly the boat-watching visitors like to take photos – to excess.)IMG_1167

Sailing alone I visit nearly one island per day, usually snorkel, clamber up a hill or explore a beach, trying to remember enough Indonesian to talk to inquisitive local people. (I was in the country about 40 years ago).

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…and now, a mere 40 years later…(widespread headscarves a relatively new idea…)
…and yesterday

Solo sailing means life swings wildly between days of gentle solitude or Indonesian visitors, when I may see no boat and no Westerner, read a book, absorb a podcast or clean my ‘home’, achieving quite a lot (or so it seems); and then frenetic sociability with Indonesian culture and speeches and food, or generous boaty sundowner hospitality (Australians – and most boats are Australian- are especially hospitable and keen not to miss a sunset drink.)

Visitors from Pulau Midai, Natuna
Share a coconut with man and his granddaughter
Mobile phone…. She’s two years old! Should children be dressed like this?
Happily dancing children, Anambas
Anambas girls get ready to dance
Sundown aboard friendly Australian (+Canadian) boat ‘Pegasus X’


As a final titbit of Anambas interest, I’ll just mention Roman Devivo. He’s a nutritionist, originally French but longtime American resident (before heading to Indonesia), and he’s taken his commitment to the paleo diet idea to an extreme. (‘Paleo’ seems to be one of the many fashionable mildly wacky diets that has legions of enthusiastic converts)

Roman Devivo in front of his Balinese-style home

I’d kayaked over to Roman’s islet of Pulau Sama, Anambas, to the north of what sailors have christened Moonrock Bay. He’s lived there for the past year with his wife and two daughters (8 and 11), and is busy developing, “…with an Indonesian company…”, a resort (one Balinese style hut/house on each of several nearby beaches).

Panorama from ‘Moonrock’, Anambas Islands

His family seem to exist happily and healthily on a raw food paleo diet which entails eating zero processed food (not even bread) and without ever cooking anything (this isn’t merely a hunter-gatherer diet, it’s pre-cooking too – everything went wrong, he says, when we started to cook). You can sun-dry your meat or eat it raw, but not barbeque it, let alone use a stove!

One day before too long, you’ll be able to visit, stay a while (minimum ideally three weeks – for your gut to adjust!) and live an even more extreme form of self-denial than the most austere of monks – and I guess it might cost a lot too. (When I find my notebook I’ll post the website address). Crackpot or well-informed activist and doer? I found him fascinating and utterly sane, and it’s good to find folk who follow their convictions (as long as peaceful), however outlandish.  But it’ll never be a diet or life-style for me. Goodness no!

Next stop Sarawak, East Malaysia – hopefully leave in a day or two…


3 thoughts on “Anambas and Natuna, Indonesia

  1. Hi Michael What a trip. Makes me feel I would like to be there snorkelling in those lovely warm waters seeing great fishes and coral. Is it very humid and hot? The water here is still too cold to go for a swim Had my first shower in 12 days as we have been on anchor until today ………. Next stop Corfu Hopefully. …… Joycie


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