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Suwarrow - Northern Cooks

8/23/04 – 9/2/04
By KT



This week in Suwarrow has been a whirlwind of activities – easily one of the best times in my short cruising experience.  Just the idea of where we are makes me smile, as we our truly in the middle of absolutely nowhere!  This tiny atoll is hundreds of miles from any populated lands, and has a whopping part time population of three, sometimes four!  The caretakers, Papa Joanne (pronounced John) along with his cousin Baker and grandson Totoo (aka Peter) live here for six months out of the year (returning home to Raratonga for hurricane season).  Papa Joanne plays host and tour guide with an abundance of contagious energy and a sense of pride in his home and lifestyle that one can’t help but admire (especially since he is 72).

Before we even arrived in Suwarrow we had heard (via SSB Radio) about Papa Joanne and family, and their hospitality.  As tons of boats had visited Suwarrow ahead of us, I figured that by the time we arrived the appeal of visiting with yachters would have diminished and Papa Joanne would more or less ignore us.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Papa Joanne, Baker, and Totoo have made Suwarrow an outstanding place for us.

We arrived on Monday, August 23rd, after a six-day passage from Bora Bora.  The pass was easily wide enough and deep enough, but with gusty 25+ knot winds on our nose and decent chop, keeping up our speed was a challenge.  As we were powering through, Papa Joanne & Totoo zoomed by us in their aluminum fishing boat, waving wildly and smiling from ear to ear.  As we drifted over to the anchorage we made contact with Emerald, Stardust, and Equanimity – it was great to hear everyone again.



Anchoring was a challenge.  The shallow waters (where we would prefer to anchor) were littered with coral bommies and a number of boats.  The deeper waters where free of obstacles, but a bit choppier and, ‘er … deep.  To top it off it was blowing about twenty knots which means boat control would be difficult.  We first attempted a narrow spot in the shallow waters.  The wind blew us all over the place making it difficult to get us centered between two boats … after three attempts at centering ourselves we still felt we were to close to the catamaran, Koncerto. We hung there for about twenty minutes debating what to do.  Dragonfly had anchored out a bit, on a sand shelf at about thirty feet.  Although we had attempted the shallow waters, we were still anchoring in 55 feet.  This is madness we thought, who cares about the chop … let’s go anchor out there.

Shortly after (finally) getting settled, a Potluck/BBQ (hosted by Papa Joanne) was announced.  We spent the remainder of the day resting up, and then headed ashore at 6pm.  The only real problem with anchoring farther out was that in the wind/chop it was a wet dinghy ride to shore.  Papa Joanne & Totoo had caught a huge Tuna and Barracuda earlier that morning.  They cooked the tuna in a cement fire oven and made Poisson Cru with the Barracuda.  They had also caught at least ten HUGE coconut crabs.  Baker had made fried coconut cream patties.  In addition, all of the cruisers brought in some type of dish or another.  It was an outstanding feast.  It was also a social night, with fifteen boats in attendance … we caught up with those we hadn’t seen in a while and made a number of new friends.   Papa Joanne & Baker also provided musical entertainment.  What a way to make landfall!

8/23/04

This morning Dragonfly invited Danseuse de La Mer and us over for crepes.  We talked the morning away; all of sudden realizing it was noon (isn’t cruising great).  We decided to motivate and do some exploring.  Chris & I ran over to Emerald to get the scoop on the area, and then met the gang in the shallows for some easy snorkeling.  The water was warm and clear.  We had heard these waters were very sharky, but we only saw one black tip.  Even though there didn’t seem to be a lot of live coral there were tons of fish, especially baby fish (must be that time of the year).  These tiny fish were a hoot … our favorite thing was to swim right at them and watch them instantly scatter and disappear into the coral.

We left the water to do a bit of beach exploring.  We found Papa Joanne in the “Yacht club” (you can join for $10 … the money goes to the upkeep & maintenance of the island as well as health care for Papa Joanne).  It was a blast talking with him.  We chatted for quite a bit, thoroughly enjoying his humor and smile.  Although Papa Joanne spoke English, it was difficult to understand him, which made for some interesting conversation.  There were many times when all of us smiled, laughed, and nodded, thinking surely someone else understood, only to learn later on that NONE of us really got what he was saying!  Papa Joanne told us that they would be going out to Bird Island (a small motu about three miles away) tomorrow for a BBQ/picnic, where the main entrée would be baby Frigate birds!  It’s not often that one gets to learn how to kill, skin, and cook baby birds, so even as awful as it sounded we all enthusiastically accepted the invitation.  As there was one vegetarian in the group and we were all a bit hesitant about eating these birds, we also made plans for Graeme (Dragonfly) and Michael (de La Mer) to go fishing beforehand with Papa Joanne.

We left Papa Joanne to do a bit of beach exploring.  We walked around half the island, picking up the odd shell here and there.  As we returned to our dinghies we realized that the day was almost over.  We quickly threw together a dinner-potluck aboard Billabong with de La Mer bringing spicy tuna rolls, Dragonfly bringing a fresh cabbage salad, and Billabong cooking up the fish we caught prior to our landfall … it’s no wonder we can’t loose weight!    Then we headed over to Stardust for girls versus boys Cranium match (where the girls kicked booty … although we did let the boys win a game, ending in a 1-1 tie).

8/24/04



We headed over to Birds Island around 11a.m.  We gave de La Mer & Stardust a ride on Billabong, Dragonfly hitched a ride with Claire, and Papa Joanne, Baker, and Totoo got a ride aboard a third sailboat who was joining us.  It was an easy motor over, with some interesting anchoring near coral in decent winds.  By the time we got ashore Papa Joanne and gang had already set up “camp” … and to our astonishment two baby Frigate birds were right in the center of it, but for whatever reason they wouldn’t run (even with all of us foreign folk telling them to run for their lives!).  By the time we caught up with Totoo (who was doing the bird hunting/killing) he had already killed about ten birds … I’m quite happy to have missed that part, seeing him with the poor dead guys was enough for me to loose my appetite.

We watched on as Totoo demonstrated how to skin the Frigates (apparently with this type of bird plucking is not required).  I think that Papa Joanne, Baker and Totoo bring along the cruisers because they enjoy taunting us and love to watch our shocked reactions as the birds are prepared.  Baker especially got into the spirit as he pretended to eat a raw (whole) bird!  Janna (Dragonfly) got right in and helped … I think she was desperate, while Graeme is a vegetarian, she isn’t, which means she doesn’t get a chance to eat a lot of meat, and man was she excited to be getting some!

Tiffany (Claire) and I were talking, sitting next to the two (still alive) baby Frigates, when Baker came up from behind and grabbed them both by their necks … BAAAAAWCKKK … we both jumped.  Baker laughed at us.  He was just getting ready to kill them (gulp) when Dick convinced him that we already had enough to eat and did we really need two more?  “Plus,” Dick said, “the girls had made friends with them!”  Hooray, somehow Baker was convinced and the birds were spared!

After the killing and skinning, the whole birds (w/out heads) were thrown into a huge pot over the fire.  Baker and Papa Joanne went to work grating coconuts … we offered to help a number of times, but were always refused.

Finally it was time to eat!  The birds and fish were both served with curry and coconut cream (made from the grated coconuts).  The cruisers had brought a few side dishes, so it was once again a huge feast.  I don’t think any of us were really impressed by the birds.  Even Totoo only eats the fish.  For all the work (and the sad deaths) we could only get a few good bites of meat.  The meat itself was a bit oily.  On the other hand Papa Joanne and Baker devoured the birds, practically sucking the bones dry!  Chris also noticed that both Papa Joanne & Baker mixed the coconut cream with crackers to make a gummy mush - this they ate instead of the other foods provided.  Our best guess is that the mush (or soggy bird) is all they can "chew" (given as they have little or no (in Baker's case) teeth).

The experience itself was worth the trip and the hot day sitting in the sun (there was hardly any shade) on the hard coral (there were no sandy beaches).  It’s definitely something that I would have never guessed I’d participate in.  However, when asked if it was “fun” … well I’m just not sure how to answer that … “fun” is not the first word that comes to mind!  Oh yeah, and those two spared Frigate birds, Baker took them home with him (Totoo swears they are “pets” now and that they aren’t going to eat them, but we aren’t buying it).

After returning to the anchorage, resting, and showering we joined de La Mer and Stardust aboard Dragonfly for some more food (it seems Suwarrow is all about eating) and card playing.

Another very full day!

8/26/04

Today took on a much slower pace then the previous three.  We slept in, lounged around reading, and then rode over to the South reef for a bit of snorkeling.  Afterwards it was back to Billabong for a night of relaxing.  We needed the night off … Chris commented that he couldn’t keep up with all the “young people”, but neither could I, and I’m almost one of the youngest!

8/27/04

Earlier in the week when some of us had asked how they catch lobsters and coconut crabs, Papa Joanne responded by inviting us on another expedition.  At 11am this morning we met up with Papa Joanne, Totoo, and a number of cruisers to head over the one of the motus for some hunting.  All of us had thought that the outing would take a few hours max … oh how naïve we were!

We were all under the impression that one lobster hunts at night, during low tide, using a flashlight to draw the lobsters out.  We quickly learned that with a mask and snorkel (and low tide) you can “easily” grab them during the day.  We followed Papa Joanne & Totoo for what felt like miles along the rocky exposed coral (as it was low tide).   It was great fun to watch Totoo run and jump along the coral with grace and speed … it was hard to keep up.  We decided that left to our own skills we would starve (we being the white folk); however Papa Joanne and Totoo easily speared at least ten fish, and caught over twelve lobsters.  I personally wasn’t even quick enough to ever see a fish or lobster, let alone spear/catch one!  Totoo also snagged shells for the girls.

Next we waded across to the motu where we gathered dried coconut shells, branches, and rocks to build up a fire.  The coral rocks are placed on the top of the fire, where they will eventually break apart, leaving perfectly hot coals to cook food.  While the rocks were heating, we followed Totoo inland to hunt for coconut crabs.

I guess you can smoke out the coconut crabs, but that was not the approach we used today.  Totoo showed us how to find their homes – holes dug under the trees and usually covered with branches and coconut husks.  You dig into the hole and then bring out the crab.  Sounds easy, right?  The problem is their two large front pinchers – strong enough to easily crunch threw bone, or cut off a finger.  The ‘concept’ is that you grab a side leg and start to pull; the crab will dig its pinchers into the sand trying to prevent you from pulling it out.  You pull hard, and out comes the crab – but be careful, once it realizes that it’s losing the battle the pinchers/claws will give up on the holding and attack!  Once the crab is out you drop it to the ground (on its back) and stab it (with your handy dandy machete) through the throat, where a bunch of gross liquid stuff drips out (apparently it is coconut milk).  You stab it again through the heart.  Totoo demonstrated their strength by holding a branch near one of their claws, the crab crabbed it with a pincher and snapped through it!

Some primitive gene clicked in Chris and he was off.  He was digging into hole after hole yelling out “Here’s one!” “Here’s another!” “I got it! I got it!”  Chris had no machete, so he would pull them out and then yell out for Totoo.  He was all man and insanely fueled by some untapped testosterone force within.  I, of course, did the typical woman thing, “Honey be careful!” “Ooh, watch out for the pincher!”  “Don’t hurt yourself!”  By the time we headed back to the fire with our catch (about eight extremely large crabs) Chris was covered head to toe with dirt … I love his spirit!

During the day we had somehow nicknamed Totoo “Hunter”, and Michael received a less manly nickname of “Fafafini” – I’m not too sure how Fafafini came about, but it gave us all a good laugh.  A Fafafini is a male son raised as a girl.  This isn’t as common today (although it still happens), but in the past if the family didn’t have any girl children they would raise their youngest son as a girl – it is our understanding that it is considered an honor by the culture to be a Fafafini.

Papa Joanne had caught a few of his own crabs while we were off with Totoo.  However he was catching them for the next evening’s BBQ, and therefore wasn’t killing them. (I guess if you kill them you have to eat them right away, they wouldn’t last the night).  Instead he keeps them alive by tying them from the branches of the trees, where they swung lightly in the breeze, like Japanese “crab lanterns”.  They didn’t seem too thrilled by this, and if you got to close they would spread their claws towards you just hoping you would get close enough to grab!

Papa Joanne threw the fish and crabs onto the hot coals of the fire.  While they cooked we gathered coconuts (for drinking).  Chris came upon a small black bird that was struggling as it had flown into some type of tar-like sticky bush.  He was unable to fly and could barely hop along.  Hunter-man turns protector – he brought the bird back to camp where he, Bob, and Mary went to work cleaning it.  He returned the frightened bird back to where he found him, and after checking up on him periodically reported that it looked like the bird would make it – My hero!!!

Papa Joanne went to work weaving “plates” out of palm branches.  Janna and I went to work learning, and after a few tries we were zooming right along with Papa Joanne.  Papa Joanne said to me, “Stay here a month – I show you how to live off the land!”

And so five hours into our “short” outing we feasted on fish, crab, and coconut juice.  It had a very “native” feeling – with no utensils, napkins, plates, etc, and eating off of woven palm plates.  All this food was prepared with one spear, one machete and a single match!

We made the long walk back to our dinghies, Chris bringing along a number of good sticks that he planned on turning into coconut “tools”.  The wind had picked up a bit, so it was a rough dinghy ride (up-wind) back … I ended up with a huge charlie-horse that turned into an ugly bruise about the size of my hand!

I don’t know how we motivated, but after a brief rest we (Stardust, Dragonfly, Billabong) met on de La Mer for ... if you can believe it … more eating!  Danseuse de La Mer BBQ’ed the lobster tails and we brought over Poisson Cru made with a Barracuda Chris had caught earlier that morning.  Conversation turned “heavy-duty” as we discussed the issues with the American education system, parenting, and traditional man-women roles – as if we could change the world!

This was an absolutely fantastic day!

8/28/04

Still exhausted from the day before, we spent most of the day aboard Billabong.  I worked on the computer (picture organization and journal writing) while Chris worked on his new “tools”.  I had no idea what he was up to, just noticed that he was doing quite a bit of running around.  I kept hearing various power tools going off, saw him sanding and sawing at wood, and he was sweating profusely, so I assumed he had some major boat project going.  Later in the afternoon he excitedly did show-and-tell.  He had made at least three coconut “spears” and two graters.  The spears are for peeling away the outer husks; you then use the grater to scrape away the inner meat.  He also made a perfect hand shaped scraping tool that allowed him to easily ‘spoon’ out the coconut meat.  He rushed ashore to gather some coconuts to test out his new tools!  Impressively, they all worked rather well.  I remember looking up through the companionway as Chris stood shirtless looking out into the distance, a coconut in one hand, his eating/scraping tool in the other, just scooping away, looking extremely satisfied!  White-man turned native!!!

As if we hadn’t been feasting enough, Papa Joanne threw another BBQ/Potluck ashore.  More fish, more crab, more coconut patties, more, more, more!!!  I’m not sure how we can stand up straight with these huge potbellies!

8/29/04

Chris went off fishing again this morning.  He caught another Barracuda.   He is now quite interested in the ironwood lures that Papa Joanne carves – coconut tools mastered, this will be his next project!

Mary and I went for another swim (we had being doing “swim team” occasionally, trying to work off all the food we’ve been consuming).  We spotted some weird mushroom things growing on the side of a coral wall, a beautiful turtle, and this large coral bommie that had so many blue florescent fish hovering around, that the coral itself looked blue!  During ‘swim team’ yesterday, Totoo swam out (on his surfboard) and tried to sneak up on us.  We think he was looking to play … I imagine he gets a bit bored sometimes, especially given that he has no one his age around to hang out with.

We joined de La Mer, Dragonfly, and Nahanni aboard Stardust for dinner and the tie-braking Cranium match.  After enjoying sesame seared tuna (Michael and Graeme’s catch of the previous morning) and curry rice-filled wraps, the competition began!  The games were close, but by the end of the night the girls were up one – hooray!

8/30/04

I joined the girls (Becky-Stardust, Janna-Dragonfly, Mary-de La Mer, Lisa-Nahanni), ashore for shell hunting (I don’t really collect shells, but was excited to get some all-girl time).  Chris and Mark (Nahanni) went ashore to see if they could fix Papa Joanne's generator.  The police boat had arrived yesterday bringing supplies to help Papa Joanne and family get through the next three months (after which they would return home to Raratonga).  They brought him a “new” generator, along with some gas, and canned food.  They brought minimal supplies (i.e. only three or four cans of veggies), expecting that Papa Joanne would make do (as he does so well) with what was available on land/sea.  Turns out that the “new” generator was in pieces, but between Mark and Chris and parts from a second, non-working generator they were able to get it running.  Chris was now nicknamed “Mechanic”, and in celebration of having a working generator Papa Joanne announced ANOTHER BBQ/potluck for tomorrow!

We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing aboard Billabong.  There was absolutely no wind, turning the anchorage into a serene pond.  With not so much as a ripple across the water we could easily see to the bottom of the anchorage.  Billabong had swung so that her stern was aligned perfectly near a huge coral bommie.  Fish and sharks swarmed around, providing Chris and I with our own private aquarium.  We had some leftover pasta that we threw overboard to attract even more fish.  Chris had some fun by hooking pieces onto our lure and dipping it into the water – while the fish were attracted we never actually hooked anything.

Meanwhile, Michael (de La Mer) decided to do some adventurous spear fishing inside the anchorage.  We had spotted a large fish in “our aquarium” so we called him over.  Of course we also had five or six sharks (one white-tip, the others all black-tip) swimming around as well!  Graeme was in a dinghy near Michael ready to pull him in if he made a catch (hoping to get him in before the sharks came … nobody ever said cruisers were overly intelligent!).  Sure enough Michael speared the big guy, and quickly came up yelling, “Get me in, Get me in!!!”  All went well, the sharks didn’t attack and Michael donated the fish to Papa Joanne for tomorrow’s potluck.

Chris and I BBQ’ed our own fish (a Barracuda) and enjoyed a quiet evening watching DVDs.

 8/31/04

After a week in Suwarrow we decided that it was time to start moving.  We spent the day doing our typical boat preparations for our next passage (to Tonga).

Although we were tired from a full days work, there was no way we would miss our last BBQ with Papa Joanne, Baker, and Totoo.  It was another outstanding feast.  Baker was even more enthusiastic then normal.  He had gotten out his boom box (hooray for the generator) and was happily dancing around.  The day before I had asked him if he and Papa Joanne were going to play and sing for us (they play the ukulele and drums), Baker responded, “If you bring the medicine!”  The “medicine”, if you haven’t guessed, is alcohol.  Apparently Baker got his medicine because he was lit!  Through the entire week we had never seen Baker with teeth … one of the things that we enjoyed so much was his toothless smile.  During the evening Mary came over saying, “Did you see Baker?” “Why?” I asked.  “Check out his teeth!”  And there he was with this straight-toothed white politician smile!  A few minutes later Chris and I happened to be watching as Baker removed his teeth to safely store in his front breast pocket!  I am unable to put into words the difference in his appearance.  As a matter-of-fact I am unable to accurately capture Bakers essence on paper.  I would love to repeat sentences and sayings to you, but as just words they wouldn’t seem special – I couldn’t capture the tone, the fluctuations, the smile behind the words, the accent, and more.  Chris and I will always remember Baker and smile at the thought of him yelling “BBQuuuuuuuue Tonight!!!” over the VHF radio, smiling ear-to-ear on Bird Island while wearing a yellow hard-hat (we still aren’t sure what the hat was for), gyrating his hips side-to-side as he got his groove on, and pounding proudly on his Tupperware drum while Papa Joanne played the ukulele.

It was sad to say goodbye to Papa Joanne … he had given us so much.  I doubt we will ever forget his generosity and energy.  We joked with him that perhaps someday we would return with our kids and we hoped that he would still be there for them to meet.  We gave him thank you gifts of canned-meat, took hundreds of pictures, and said our goodbyes.  It’s surprising that in one week a person can touch you so deeply.

Our final goodbye was to Totoo.  At fourteen he had so much to teach, and I hope we sucked it all in. A huge part of me wanted to kidnap Totoo and bring him along!

9/1/04

As typical, we are ready to go, but for one reason or another we are ‘stuck’.  This time it is due to weather.  The wind picked up, bringing along with it an uncomfortable and choppy anchorage.  We weren’t in the mood to battle through it in order to pick up our anchor or to battle through the seas that were surely building outside the atoll.  We also didn’t get much sleep last night because we were constantly up checking the anchor gear.

The wind stayed high and steady throughout the day, so we hung out on the boat.  Chris is still trying to perfect our chafe protection for the anchor gear, and so worked on that throughout the day.  I mostly read and napped.

Dragonfly decided to leave.  They are heading up to Samoa and then maybe to Tonga before they head off on their Northern track.  Having only met them in Raiatea a few weeks ago, our time with them has been short but tons of fun.  We wish they were headed on the same track, but by now are getting more used to the idea making friends only to possibly never see them again.

Luckily the wind calmed a bit by 11pm or so, allowing us to get some sleep.

9/2/04

The winds calmed down just enough that we decided to go for it.  We lifted anchor around 11:30am and headed out.  Apparently we weren’t the only boat with this idea, five of us left, leaving the anchorage empty (three boats headed towards Samoa while de La Mer and us headed to Tonga).  We were just exiting the pass, having said that it was too bad we couldn’t say one more goodbye to Papa Joanne andFamily, when Papa Joanne and Totoo came zooming by in their fishing boat.  They were waving wildly yelling out “Mechanic … Chris … Billabong”.  We smiled and laughed at the site of them and waved frantically back yelling, “Goodbye, we’ll miss you”.  It brought tears to my eyes as I watched Totoo getting smaller and smaller, yet still waving madly.

A few minutes later we heard Totoo on the VHF, “Fafafini Fafafini, this is Hunter”.  We listened as de La Mer said some more goodbyes to Totoo and then got on and said our own goodbyes.  Totoo’s uncle in Raratonga has email access, and so we are very hopefully that he will write to us.

With exception of leaving home (Ventura), this has been the hardest departure of our trip!

Bora Bora (Part I)

July 16th – July 25th
By KT



Bora Bora is a beautiful island … a combination of the Tuamotos with its white sandy beaches and turquoise clear waters, and the Marquesas with majestic mountains and varying colors of green. After all that motoring it was a relief to sit in the calm and quiet anchorage of Motu Toopua.  We spent the next two days mostly lounging around the boat.  Chris kayaked over to a nearby hotel to ‘borrow’ their email services (attempting to blend in with the other guests who were paying $1000 per night!).  And I began “swim team” … my new daily exercise program (one year having passed since the twins I feel that I can no longer call this extra weight ‘baby fat’).  Robin from Whisper joined me, and so far we seem to have a somewhat decent consistency record!  We also enjoyed appetizers and rum drinks aboard Billabong with Robin, Duncan, and Duncan’s visiting sister (Susan) ... yes, I realize that rum and apps are counteractive to swim-team!



Monday was a bit more hectic … it was time to try and cash in our bonds and coordinate paying for our dinghy (which had arrived in Tahiti) so that it could be shipped to Bora Bora.  Chris was up early (as usual) and headed into town (with no dinghy and one kayak lost it was easier for him to go alone). Town was quite the trek from where we were anchored but he made it … only to discover that in order to get back my bond money I had to be present (even though my bond was paid with Chris’s credit card).  Chris called me on the VHF from town asking me to try and find a way in … hmm guess I’ll just start swimming???  Luckily, Whisper was going snorkeling so I hitched a ride with them to a local hotel on the Motu and from there took the hotel's water shuttle to town (more than one person asked me how I would get back to Billabong, but I figured we’d deal with that later, right now we just needed to get our dinghy paid for so it could be shipped).  We made it to the banks just before they closed for lunch … all in all the entire process went extremely smooth.  We called Michelle to let him know the money had been deposited, and to our delight he told us that the dinghy would be put on the 4pm cargo ship to arrive in Bora Bora by 2pm the NEXT DAY!!!  We also lucked out running into Bobulona in town, so I was able to hitch a ride back to Billabong.  That evening we joined Donna and Ralph aboard Ocean Girl for a few sunset drinks.

The next morning Chris went with Bobulona to the shipping docks to check out what he would need to pick up our dinghy later on.  As it turned out the ship had already arrived.  There was some language difficulties but good fortune was one our side and they were able to tell Chris which container our dinghy was in … even BETTER it so happened that they were opening that particular container!  Chris returned to Billabong with our new dinghy in tow.  We instantly threw on the engine and zoomed around the anchorage, huge smiles lighting up our faces!  It’s amazing what having easy accessible transportation provides … this was better than getting my first car back when I was sixteen.  We made Ocean Girl climb in so we could test out if the dinghy would plane with four people (it did).  The next few days we couldn’t help but smile every time we went somewhere!!! After days of debate we settled on the name Boomerang.  We figured we cursed our first dinghy with Myles Away (because it is now literally miles away), so this time we wanted something that would encourage it to stay around.  Spirit Wind (a couple we met in Mexico) actually gets the credit because we learned from Whisper that they kept calling Billabong Boomerang, when we heard Boomerang we thought PERFECT ... it's another Australian word and boomerangs always come back!!!



Midday we moved Billabong to the mooring balls in front of Bloody Mary’s restaurant.  It was the first time Chris and I had ever picked up a mooring … I was quite impressed with my driving, I approached the mooring such that by the time we hit the ball Billabong was going just about zero knots.  PERFECT – my sailing instructors would have been proud.  Chris seemed a bit impatient up on the bow, wondering if we were ever going to actually get to the ball … okay, perhaps I slowed down a bit early (but better too slow than too fast was my theory)!

That night we splurged on an outstanding dinner at Bloody Mary’s with Whisper, Bobulona, and Bobulona’s two guests Harvey and Ann.  We had known of Harvey and Ann since La Paz, Mexico, when we talked to them on the SSB.  They were in Mag Bay on their boat (Calabasa) along with our friends from Sea Pilgrim.  Since Sea Pilgrim didn’t have an SSB radio, they had contacted us from Calabasa.  Greg and Lisa (two of our friends in Ventura on Panacea) had also met Calabasa when they had cruised Mexico the season before!  Harvey and Ann also taught Sea Pilgrim a version of Canasta that they had then passed on to us, and we are now hooked.  In other words, we were quite excited to finally meet them and were once again amazed at what a small world it can be!

Dinner blew our daily (possibly even weekly) budget, but it was fantastic!  We shared a tuna appetizer, followed by fresh fish entrees, and some of the best cheesecake of my life (perhaps it had something to do with not having had cheesecake in many many months).  The restaurant had a great atmosphere with dark wooden tables and stools, and a sandy beach floor (you check your shoes at the door).  It was the first restaurant I’ve been in where the men, wearing short red sarongs with no shirts, were more scantily dressed then the women.

Wednesday morning we went looking (hooray for having a dinghy again) for a good snorkeling spot. We didn’t have a lot luck, although when we dropped in at one tourist spot we were instantly surrounded by tons of tropical fish … apparently used to being fed (they would get so close and were so trusting that I was actually able to touch one).  I felt a little giddy-happy at being completely surrounded by so many fish!  Unfortunately, there is a lot of dead coral, which is heartbreaking to see. We hear stories of even the dive instructors standing on and touching the live coral.  That, along with all of the new hotels being built (which all stand over the water), seems to be taking its toll on nature.



After snorkeling we moved anchorages again, this time moving to the anchorage in front of the town so that we could easily get diesel and provisions.  It was another first for us … first time anchoring in 83 feet of water!  It was odd, especially after having been spoiled over the last week with all the shallow waters.  Knowing that Bora Bora was such a tourist center I had expected a much larger town.  While it is overrun with tourists, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Bora Bora still has a small-island feel.  The downside of a small town is, of course, less supplies and higher prices (I actually paid five bucks for single cantaloupe!).


Moving to the back side



We only stayed one night … it was not a very comfortable spot, with tourist boats zooming in and out, slight chop, and general discomfort about the depth.  The next morning, we moved around to the other side of Bora Bora, settling down at Motu Toferi.  It was another turquoise clear anchorage in shallow waters (about 11 feet).  The pass was curvy and shallow, but we managed to not scrape bottom!  Roger and Nancy from Equanimity invited us over for a potluck dinner along with Bobulona, Jadara, and Flusofeta.  With exception of Bobulona, we had only briefly met everyone else, so it was wonderful to meet new people and hear of their experiences.

Friday we decided to go ashore and see if we could find a bike rental place.  After a lot of walking we gave up, deciding that the rental shop must be farther South.  We did however come upon a guy selling banana stalks from his yard and were thrilled to purchase one (oddly you can’t buy bananas in the store).

The next day we set off on a new search, looking for sandy beaches and good snorkeling (as described on our charts).  We seemed to keep missing the sandy portions of beach, both times we came ashore and walked across to the outside of the Atoll we hit rocky craters.  We gave up on the beach and went looking for some good coral.  We dropped in at one spot which looked like it had some potential, and although I briefly spotted a single black-tip shark, the fish were minimal and the coral dieing.  The second spot we dropped in at was much better, tons of live coral along with numerous fish.  We had heard there were also manta rays in this area (in the deeper channel between the two reefs we were snorkeling), but we didn’t spot any.

The snorkeling was good enough that we convinced Whisper and Island Sonata to dinghy over (they were anchored at Motu Piti Aou, just South of us) and join Ascension and us the next morning.  This time the snorkeling really paid off.  From the start we spotted a large manta ray about 45 feet below us and a curious (and rather large) barracuda kept following us around.  We also sighted a spotted eagle ray and then, for the grand finale, two gorgeous manta rays circled below us (at about 30 feet). These two rays had markings that Chris and I had never seen.  It was as though their backs had been tattooed with intricate designs in white ink.  And let’s not forget all the little guys, the hundreds of tropical fish that occupied ever space around us.



We decided that since the bike rentals were further South, as was Robin (whose birthday was coming up on Tuesday and we were planning a party for), that we would move Billabong down there as well. Although we knew the channel was easily passable (seeing as hundreds of boats before us had gone through, including at least five the day before), it still didn’t stop us from being a bit nervous as we curved through what felt like a rat maze, trying to remember what all the various markers meant and which side the safe water was on.  Luckily the pass was short and ten minutes later we could relax as we went from 10 feet of water to 35.  After anchoring (now near Motu Piti Aou), Island Sonata called us for some Canasta.

Moorea

July 10th  – July 15th, 2004



It was such a liberating feeling to finally pull up anchor out of Maeva Beach in Tahiti.  I thought it would be a struggle because of how hard we were set but the anchor came up smoothly and we made our way up the anchorage to the small southern pass.  We waved goodbye to a couple of boats and said FINALLY to a couple of others that were hauling up anchor besides us.  There was no wind for sailing so we motored the 23 miles to Oponahu Bay.  As we saw after the blow in Fakarava there were at least 12 boats on the move to Moorea.  Moorea was beautiful with Cooks Bay (miss-named because Cook actually visited Oponahu Bay) further to the east.  We anchored just inside the reef in 12 feet of water.  Not only could you see the bottom, you could see all the chain out to your anchor.  It felt SOOO good.  We played cards on Island Sonata, it wasn’t even a question they just showed up and brought us back to their boat so we could finally finish the game we started before the last blow. The next day we got up and went to a place where the tourist feed the stingrays.


This text will only appear on after the reader clicks "continue reading.." Delete if NOT needed It was truly amazing.  We were standing in about 4 feet of water.  They would come right up to you, ride up your front until they were almost “standing” in front of you like they were ready to dance. They would open their mouths, which are on the bottom, and take whatever piece of fish you had right out of your hand.  You could pet them and scrape their backs, which they seemed to enjoy and left cool patterns in the sand silt that covered them.  It was quite an experience to watch people who were at first rather taken aback by their aggressiveness, to finally sitting there laughing and dancing with them.  We headed back to the boats for an afternoon of wakeboarding and knee boarding behind the dinghies.  It was fun but I was sore and tired after only about 5 minutes, hey this paradise living is harder than it looks.  That night we finished the day with a girls/boys night on Waking Dream and Billabong.  I guess a couple of the boats needed some same sex bonding time.  We ate dinner and played poker while the girls did the same on Billabong. I think there must be something in the theory behind drinking and gambling, because I stayed the soberest and lost the most, while Ben was hammered (and didn’t even really know how to play) but kicked everyone’s butts.  Oh well come to think of it I never really paid up!!

On Monday, we walked to the local resort, amazing at $500 a night, to reserve some motor scooters for the following day.  We kept walking into Cooks Bay to visit the Pineapple processing plant and sample some of their juices.  It was funny, they gave you all the free shots of booze you could drink but the samples of fruit juices (which they actually made) cost $1.  Oh well, after taking the cheep way out, we continued walking to the head of the bay and saw a couple of boats we knew anchored deep within the bay.  They had a great view of the mountains but the water wasn’t as clear as our anchorage and some moved over later the next day.

We hopped on our scooters at around 8:30 the next morning.  Waking Dream, Island Sonata, and us each shared one with our significant others.  They could move pretty fast and kept up with the local traffic.  We even took them “off-road” and they handled it fine until I popped my fuel line and it almost drained the tank, just barely missing the hot exhaust (now that would have been interesting).  The best view was from Belvidere, which was on a mountain between the two bays.  The foliage was amazing; pine trees in some places, cool Joshua like trees with large fields of pineapples in between.  It was a great way to see the whole island, although we were exhausted by the end of the day (hey keeping that throttle pinned down all day is a lot of work).  I can’t imagine how tired we would have been if we actually rented bikes like I wanted to initially.  There were some very cool anchorages that Waking Dream will get a chance to explore during their visa extension time, and the southern edge of the island looked like it had some HUGE surf.  We ended the day with a combined dinner on Billabong, as we prepared to say goodbye to Waking Dream (who we probably won’t see until New Zealand or Tonga).  They left early the next day, and spotted whales right at the entrance to the bay (oh to have a dingy).  We hung out on the boat and lazed around while we prepared for our trip to Bora Bora.  We knew it was time to leave when I woke up the next morning to two huge cruise ships arguing who was going to anchor where within the bay.

It was 140 miles and we tried desperately to sail.  We only averaged 2.5 knots for the first 6 hours and gave up when hit the swell outside the lee of the island.  We then motored all night until we arrived at Huahine at around daybreak.  The wind picked up (to about 10 knots) so I raised the sails and we bore off for Bora Bora.  Almost immediately it died so we were back to motoring ... 26 hours all together.  What really sucked was we got about 20-25 knots of wind just as we rounded the northern tip of Bora Bora and had to motor into it, along with 6 foot swell just to get into the pass.  We found a nice little spot in the lee of a motu, right off the outer reef. It is rather protected from the wind so it is starting to get a little crowded.

Tahiti, Society Islands

June 24th  – July 8th , 2004
By Chris

Our plan was to get in, re-provision in modern stores, get Internet access, a few boat supplies, and get out to other more remote islands.  The first difference is that you have to call Port Control to ask permission to enter the harbor; the second is that you are in the company of freighters, cruise ships, and huge inter-island ferries.  The ferries travel at 30+ knots and throw up a rooster tail that would completely cover the boat in a 20-foot high wall of water; and they have a schedule to meet.  They don’t care about some little sailboat trying to get in the entrance; they just blast right in front of you. As we called, Bobulona heard us and gave us some more info about the anchorage (Maeva Beach) we were heading to.  I asked him if it was crowded, “Just you and a couple hundred of your closest friends”.. ugggh!!



 The channel to the anchorage goes around the airport and you have to check in to make sure you don’t pass the runway while a jet is taking off (they COULD actually clip your mast if they used the entire runway).  We arranged clearance and motored as we watched a 747 taxi for takeoff ... “Come on Baby, don’t fail me now” I thought.  I really wanted to get a picture of it taking off behind our stern but just as I went below to check the chart, it took off, and so I didn’t get the picture I wanted.  We came around the point and tucked in to the northern end of the VERY large and crowded anchorage.  We anchored close to Bobulona and Waking Dream, as I was finalizing my anchoring Dennis asked, “What are you anchoring for a storm?”. “Always” I said; little did I realize how important it would be!!!!



We spent the first day walking around town with Waking Dream and Bobulona as they tried to figure out ways to extend their visas and get out of their bonds.  First you take “Le Truck” (literally a truck with the flat bed covered by a handmade wooden roof/sides and bench seats, cushions are optional). The roads, traffic and associated noises had become strange to us, we were used to sharing the roads with chickens, roosters, and dogs not semi’s, cars, and motor scooters.  The buildings actually had stories, more than two or three extra ones at that.  It was interesting to watch as they talked to various travel agents (more hip to what was happening than the officials) and settled on flying out of the country to extend their visas; we decided we would just pay the bond and wait to see what happened with our extension request.  We stopped and had a beer to relax; but I was having a hard time already. The energy of the city had gotten to me, I was already go go go; we didn’t get anything done that we needed to accomplished except to find our way around.

I must say I am NOT very impressed with the way the French Government communicates amongst its various organizations and locations.  No one knows what’s really going on, until you have to deal with one person and then they make the law, which is usually NOT in your favor and NOT what you were planning on.  When we first applied for our Visa we had to show proof of funds, health insurance and various other boat documentation to show that we would not be a burden or freeload off the French Government once we got here.  When we got here, they also want you to post a bond (equivalent to a one way ticket to the country on you passport), which I can understand for people just arriving without visas, but we showed them our financial records that prove we can cover ourselves.  It’s not that bad because you get it back but you pay a fee and lose $$ in the translation to and from their currency and have to coordinate the return blah blah blah. I’m sure I’m not getting any sympathy.  

The visa is the big thorn in my side.  While we were in the states getting the visa, the Consulate said we could easily extend our visa by requesting on once you arrived in French Polynesia (this was similar to what we had read in other peoples cruising journals from a couple years ago).  So like little diligent people we wrote out our request and asked for only a one-month extension (by the time we were in Nuka Hiva we heard extensions were hard to get).  We checked at the American Express address we gave them in Tahiti and there was no reply letter.  We then went to at least five different locations in town (all based on the previous officials directions) to try and find the person we could talk to.  We finally found him and they said they have been denying them since 2002 .. hmmm too bad they didn’t tell the LA office!!  The only chance for an extension was to either have medical or boat problems (no thanks; although my body had other ideas) or to leave the country and reset the clock (at a cost of five to eight hundred dollars each plus expenses).

The next day we went and checked in, at least here the offices you need to visit are all in the same building next to the visitor’s center (which provided us maps to make our way around town).  We then spent the rest of the morning trying to track down our visa extension (see above).  Lunch was interesting, you can get anything you want ON a baguette, chow main, hamburger with French fries, chicken with French fries, salads, even the occasional normal looking ham and cheese.  We settled on grilled hamburger and cheese sandwich, and finally took the load off our feet.  We followed that up with an Internet chaser, finally finding a place that has I/O ports so that we could copy email and answer them on the boat, and update the web site.  Fast access, English keyboards.. we were in heaven, sad yes!!  It has been so hard not be able to share our experiences and get updates from friends.  Most people (95%) have email access on board (via the Ham radio) I think we’ll look into it while we are in New Zealand.  Not only will we be able to keep in better contact, but also provide important weather data not available via weather fax.  They also allow people to access our last reported location automatically on the web, along with actual weather reports of boats in your general area.  The modems are about $750 and it looks like I might have to get a new radio (mine’s not fast enough) so it could be a $2000 undertaking.  Yikes!!

We also did a little city exploring of our own; we went to the two-story Billabong store, I was looking for a Billabong Tahiti shirt, KT bought a hat.  We are probably the only boat that could have our boat name on ANYTHING; clothing, key chains, wallets, backpacks, stickers, sunglasses, or playing cards.  We checked out the municipal market that sells fruits, vegetables and local crafts including black pearls.  KT had the pearl we got from the pearl farm in Fakarava mounted in white gold for a necklace, along with some other pearls that were drilled for necklaces as well.  We also went to the HUGE grocery store right by the harbor, where you could actually bring the carts back to the dingy dock.  We stocked up on some essentials for the next couple of days and stared longingly at the vast array of vegetables in the produce section.  I think a woman thought I was having a seizure, as I stood in the same spot staring in awe with my mouth wide open for at least two solid minutes.  That night we did up the town, and spent some serious time at a brewery that sold AMBER beer.  You have no idea how good it tasted, but it must have been fantastic because we paid $24 a pitcher.  After that bar closed we went to another small hole in the wall where three bar fights broke out in about fifteen minutes.  Ian, a NZ bloke here to go boat to boat to advertise marinas and services in Wangerea NZ, was our local guide trying desperately to keep us out of trouble.  We finally caught a bus back home at around three in the morning, and had to jump the marina gates to get back to our dinghies.  For some reason we ended up on Waking Dream until about 4:30.. UGGGHHH!! The next day was a VERY slow day to say the least.  We had to get up at seven AM to drop off the laundry; KT was ecstatic to have someone else do the work, it was her treat to herself.  We lazed around the rest of the night and turned in early, only to be awoken at 3:00 am by a HUGE blow.

BIG BLOW (….#1)

For some reason I woke up to lightening (there was no thunder), and went up on deck to install our lightening protection, at this point it was an eerie dead calm.  The electricity in the air caused our wind instruments to read 250-350 knots.. yikes.  We were getting a little close to Soweulu so I asked KT to come up and start the engine so we could move away.  All of the sudden the wind slammed out of the south at 30 knots with strong rain.  The biggest problem for us was that we were at the back of the anchorage with two hundred boats ready to drag down on us.  KT was ready to put the engine in gear in case we needed to motor into it.  I put on my rain jacket and went forward to check our chafe gear, the wind kept building, and soon it was hard to see.  I grabbed my goggles (yes I actually have a pair ready for bad weather) and went back to the bow, the rain stung like little rocks as it pelted me at 45 knots.  I watched as the boat Soweulu, drug right by us. We tried to contact him on the radio, as well as Bobulona, who he was about to hit.  They slammed together and started dragging backwards towards the bungalows of the hotel about 200 feet behind them.  Bobulona tried to power into it and started to head towards Magmell who was anchored to port.  All three boats were tangled together as we watch helplessly.  Somehow Soweulu got free and reset his anchor, but he was stuck dangerously close to a big channel marker and the reef/hotel behind him.  The three boats ended up about 100 feet from checking in to the hotel and ordering room service.  Now it was in the upper 40’s to upper 50’s and we were motoring to keep the tension off our chain.  I got a cushion, some water, and some coffee and sat in the forward chain locker with a bag of spare chafe gear.  KT and I coordinated the engine throttle by flashing my headlamp on and off.  We tried to slacken the snubbers so that they lowered into the water a little but didn’t want to take any pressure off for fear of causing increased shock loads on the anchor.  A ketch in front of us started motoring up on his anchor too hard, and was flying back and forth across the anchorage at about 6 knots directly in front of us.  He would slam into the end of his chain it would tack the boat back the other way only to continue the fiasco.  He came VERY close to the boat on his starboard on each tack, and was taking up at least five anchoring spots with his movements.  The shock loads he was ADDING to his gear were much worse than just sitting back on his anchor.  My whole entire focus was coordinating a ditch plan that got us out of the way if he dragged down towards us.  I got our second anchor ready to go but didn’t deploy it in case we had to ditch our primary anchor if someone drug into us.  The VHF was alive with chatter, as boats drug all over the place.  Waking Dream came up on deck to find their bow pointed at the shore as their anchor drug.  Ben quickly threw out his second anchor catching him 50 feet from the shore.  He later added two more anchors and had to watch as boats in front of him drug closer.  Emerald swung close to a seemingly unattended moored small steel boat and had to motor to keep out of their way.  The funny thing was, the next morning a guy pokes his head up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes like “what’s going on here”.  Island Sonata drug back past the boat behind them only to find out the next morning that their anchor drug up the other boat's anchor chain and was sitting at their bow roller holding them in place.  Stardust got the worst of it, they were at the front of the anchorage when a boat drug down on them and tripped their anchor free.  The boat ground down the side of their boat bending all the stanchions and breaking a shroud.  Their dingy was also set free, and they were drifting through the crowded anchorage at about 4 knots.  Bob fended off boats on his way down and finally got a chance to motor free after they had traveled ¾ of the way through the anchorage.  The wind and swells were too strong to power into, so he steered down the anchorage at about 7 knots.  People who saw him said he went by in a flash.  They ended up motoring on the INSIDE of a reef with exposed concrete and metal pilings through about six feet of water (they draw six feet), and final hooked onto something and swung around; they were in ten feet of water, the boat deepest into the anchorage.  Turns out they hooked a metal 55-gallon drum that held them until they got their second anchor out.  The boat that hit them ended up calling a mayday as they hit a reef further down the other side of the anchorage.  Ben from Waking Dream was the local hero, rescuing dinghies from the beach behind him and helping people set second anchors.  Stardust’s dinghy ended up on the beach; the engine had fallen off and was underwater, Ben retrieved it.  Magmel’s dinghy had a hole punched in it and flipped over with the engine still attached, but it was still tied to the boat.  We lost a kayak; the handle tore right out of the boat in the middle of the strongest winds.  The entire episode was rather scary, but I think the things we were doing kept our minds active.  We got out ditch bag out and added some $$ and other important things like a CD backup of our pictures.  When the time comes to prepare for the worse, it’s strange thinking about what’s really important; I stood there and couldn’t think of anything (other than pictures) that I could add.  After talking to Stardust we decided to add shoes for getting through the surf to land.  The winds continued for nine hours straight; high 30’s to 40’s for a hour and a half, high 40’s to high 50’s for another hour and a half and then 35 for the rest of the blow. We saw gusts to 62 knots (in the wind shadows of the other boats), others reported gusts to 75 knots; a Hurricane starts at 64 knots!!!  Luckily we had the reef to protect us from the major ocean swell but we still stuck the bow under the water a couple of times.  I think my sense of what we are capable of has changed dramatically.  I use to get “nervous” around 25 knots; now maybe 35 knots will get me thinking.  We have a good plan coordinated on what to do in various anchoring situations and it seems to work VERY well; we didn’t move an inch the entire blow.  KT was closer to the radio and not doing as much busy work, so she had a different experience.  She had to listen to the maydays and panic in people’s voices as they dragged; she did think about what would happen if we hit the hotel, “would it damage the boat?  If we lost the boat would we be able to continue on or would we have to go back to our old lives.”  Once it was over and we had a chance to let it sink in, was when I started to realize what we had gone through.

KIDNEY STONE #2

The winds died to 30 knots and we tried to sleep on Sunday night, KT was still a little anxious and didn’t sleep at all.  I slept on the settee because I didn’t want to bother her while I kept checking our gear.  I also took our remote, which showed the wind speed, so every time she heard the wind increase her heart rate jumped.  The winds were still in the 30’s for all of Monday until they calmed just before sunset.  KT finally settled in for a night of sleep.  I was still fidgety, so I slept in the cockpit only to be woken up by a very strong pain in my back, at 1 am.  Oh crap another kidney stone!!!  I woke up KT and told her what I felt. She instantly turned into a nurse; she got out our medical kit, which included a urine test kit Flipper gave us. This allowed us to determine if blood was in the urine, usually a sign of a kidney stone.  Sure enough I was reading the highest blood level but no nitrates so I didn’t have an infection.  KT gave me a Vicodin for the pain and took notes while I got the boat ready to bring into a marina.  I showed KT how to undo everything we had done for the big blow, double checked everything else with her and then went back to the cockpit to practice the Lamaze breathing we both learned for the twins.  It didn’t help much and I kept begging for more painkillers, this one was definitely more painful than my last one.  Speaking of which, two stones in one year is a little much as far as I’m concerned.  I thought I was being a REALLY good boy by drinking lots of water, but I guess I didn’t drink enough.  The pain finally went away at around seven am, but we still were trying to decide if we should move into the marina in case another blow came up and we had to leave the boat to go to the hospital.  We decided to stay put, our anchor was NOT going anywhere after the winds we saw.  I drank more water and pulled the top filter out of my Baja fuel filter (everything has to have two uses on a boat) to use as a strainer to catch the stone, so that I could have it analyzed (to determine what diet changes I needed).  We finally got back to the grocery store, by sharing a dinghy with Ascension.  We were planning on doing our full provisioning so they took their time, only to find out the store was closing early for the holiday (we didn’t know about).  We settled back onto the boat and FINALLY got a good night sleep.

They next day was insane, we ran all around town trying to find boat parts and to replace our lost dinghy. The one store was way too expensive so we decided that we would wait until New Zealand to purchase one I had seen while I was there before. UGGHH!!  When we got back to the boat we just wanted to relax for the evening.  After dark, I was lurking on the VHF (listening in to someone else’s conversation) when I heard them talking about another blow, but this time from the North or North West.  The locals call it a Maramu, but I had read they are typically from the South.  He had heard it from a local and it was translated into English.  One thing we had learned was that the French get the days of the week screwed up as well as directions.  We got numerous directions where the person would say. “go down there and go left” as he pointed to the right.  He wanted to announce it that night, but I broke in and suggested that he double-check his facts early the next morning.  If it was from the North we would all have the same time to move, AND people would have had a good nights rest instead of worrying all night.  The translation was wrong, it was supposed to come from the South, South-east so everyone felt OK, still a little gun shy, knowing that their hooks were set very well for the southerly attack. Nothing came, everyone exhaled!! We had someone lurking on one of our conversations suggest that we try a local boat in the anchorage for a better deal on dinghies. We called Teva and he would import the exact same boat I wanted to get in New Zealand and would deliver it to the island down the way (Bora Bora) for $2,300, which is what we paid for our old dinghy.  We ordered one!!  Yeaaaah we wouldn’t have to depend on anyone anymore.

We ran more errands, and at my walking pace, KT would we agree we RAN. We bought some fresh tomatoes and basil at the market and had Waking Dream over for Kari’s famous basil and Brie pasta. We tried to find the Artisans festival that Chief Mark from Fata Hiva told us to meet him at.  I noticed a sign at a grocery store that said they presented the “le Heiva des Marques”.  I knew le Heiva was festival and I thought Marques was the Tahitian version of the Marquesas (I mean there were only two letters missing). As we walked through town I found the actual brochure which we took immediately to the tourist office and said “Where is this?”.  “The store?” she asked. “No the festival” I said, as she gave me this VERY strange look.  It was a sale flyer for the store, kind of like a Forth of July sale.  Dooooouugghhh.  As I walked out of the office with my tail between my legs, I reminded myself to take some French lessons.  It was almost as bad as when we were looking for flour in the grocery store in Fakarava.  We asked our friend François how you say flour, he replied fleur.  When asked the woman at the counter for some fleur and she looked at us funny.  I said “baguette”, she looked at me even funnier, she said sandwich.  It wasn’t until later that we learned we were asking for FLOWER not flour.

The next day started with Ocean Girl, Tackless II and Dances de La Mer arriving.  I gave them a couple of anchoring hints and then we headed into town to do our final provisioning.  We went a little nuts but we are set for the basics until New Zealand. $500 later (with an $18 block of Parmesan) we walked a VERY heavy full cart back to the dinghy dock and filled Stardust's dinghy. We shared the dinghy while they had their engine fixed, and our grocery load required our ENTIRE 15 horsepower engine just to move it.  I took the new boats out for a beer to celebrate Mary’s birthday, KT was exhausted so she stayed behind.  I didn’t eat anything except a piece of bread with a little mayo to get rid of the dryness ... well something didn’t sit right and I woke up with a nasty stomach flu.  My gosh, could anything ELSE happen this week.  While I slept (and xxx) the day away, KT had hamburgers on Tackless II and got to meet the others she hadn’t the night before.  They were making fun of us, “sure Chris is sick, KT was tired.. you guys have relationship problems and just don’t want to admit it”.  I offered to show them irrefutable proof that I was sick but no one took me up on my offer.  KT also tried to fix Ocean Girl's computer, for some reason people seem to think of us as the computer fixers (because we used to write software on UNIX computers). S he ran the supplied Dell diagnostics, which took ALL day and reported that everything was fine.  The next day as I disassembled Waking Dream's laptop for spare parts, KT ran fdisk which fixed the problem.. they were sooooooo happy.

July 4th came and went without incident or fanfare.  The only boat that did something special was a British flagged vessel.  He flew a big American flag from his port spreader and “dressed” his boat up the backstay to the top of the mast back down to the bow, with colorful signal flags (each letter in the alphabet has a flag to “talk” via signals at a distance).  I’m not sure whether he was celebrating for us, or being a Brit, the fact that they actually got rid of us.  Anyway July 4th isn’t the same for me, unless I’m at Shelburne Farm making fresh homemade ice cream.  On Monday we checked out of Papeete and did some last minute errands.  As we were going back to the boat we discussed the fact that other than one night of drinking we hadn’t done anything really fun here.  Mostly just running around, buying this and that, as if we would NEVER see another store again.  We decided that maybe we should spend the next day looking for the Artisans Festival, which started on June 24th (via the web).  We talked to Waking Dream and Island Sonata and they decided to join us.  The weather report sounded nasty (from the North) and I wanted to check my anchor before we went in, so we suggested we meet them in town.  We met them at the Internet cafe, helped Ben order some computer parts, and I went to get directions to the Festival.  It turns out that they changed the date until July 9th.  KT was so bummed, all she wanted was a fun day and she got a rainy day stuck in Papeete.  We recovered slightly by going to McDonalds for lunch and playing a card game on Island Sonata.

BIG BLOW #2

The rumor started about another big blow that was due to hit that night, another Maramu from the south.  We settled into the boat for the night and tried to get as much sleep as possible.  The wind picked up around 7 am and blew all day long, spending most of the day in the mid to upper 30’s with gusts to 45.  This time only one unattended steel boat drug, I watched helplessly as his bow turned downwind and he slowly headed right for the wall.  I tried to get some help via the VHF, but couldn’t do much without a dingy.  He ended up stuck in the mud right behind us and luckily wasn’t banging against the concrete wall that was five feet away.  In fact, he looked more comfortable than most of the other boats in the anchorage.  Later, after the owner returned, I coordinated some spare anchors with other boats and found Whistler who was willing to donate a spare anchor.  He introduced himself as Chris with his wife Katie, I laughed and introduced ourselves.  We planed on getting together after the blow.  I helped Freya drop a line to the boat so that a bigger powerboat could drag them off.  It was kind of a fiasco because the powerboat kept going after they floated free and ran over the anchor the sailboat had put out to kedge them off.  I couldn’t help except by pointing and waving because none of the other boats understood English.  I met the owner of Freya, a beautiful 80-90 foot sailboat.  As we helped I asked him about his trip, he has been out 12 years. He had Freya built in New Zealand a couple of years ago and is about to complete a circumnavigation on her.  His previous boat went around twice.  I asked him about where his favorite place was, and he said “on my boat”.  We’ll have to get together for a beer when this is all over.

We didn’t have any tacking boats in front of us but our scary moment of the day was a huge barge moving up the channel full of sand and concrete.  I tried to wave him back but he thought I was waving AT him, and he waved back.  He entered the anchorage and was barely making headway against the 40-knot winds.  Of course my mind went into planning mode and we started the engine just in case we had to get out of the way. The channel that usually existed was filled with boats anchored with extended scope.  A huge 70 footer, Concerto, was sailing at anchor right in the middle of the channel.  I don’t think the tug driver understood that boats move a little at anchor (although he had plenty of time to watch).  As Concerto was out on the left side, the barge tried to pass on the right.  As the tug got beside Concerto, Concerto tacked right in front of the barge.  He had to put it in full reverse to avoid T-boning him which caused his barge to hit him and then turn the whole mess sideways into the 40 knot winds.  They were now drifting sideways directly upwind from us (3 boats away).  I’m not sure how he recovered but he did and we could finally breathe again.  I couldn’t believe the faith the tugboat had in their machinery, if anything had happened to their transmission or the engine overheated they would have wiped out the entire anchorage.  The only other excitement was when I tried to tie up our wind generator while it was blowing 40 knots.  I have to grab the top of the arch with one arm and put my feet on the stern railing besides our entryway to the swim step while leaning back out over the water.  It looks a lot like a self-inflicted game of twister.  While one arm is wrapped around the support pole I then have to grab a line tied to the back of the wind generator, which sounds very similar to a troop transport helicopter when your head is one foot away, and turn the whole thing into the wind. THEN, I have to stop the blades and tie them to the pole to keep them from spinning, all with one arm.  I tried Velcro but that kept slipping down the blade.  After only 15 times, I finally settled on rope with three blades tied to the center post.  KT was not enjoying my acrobatics one bit.  She had visions of me falling, smacking my head, getting knocked unconscious.  OK she’d have to jump in rescue me and bring me back to the boat.  Could she get me on?  Maybe she’d have to swim to Ocean Girl with me.  Would they hear her scream?  Yikes, We’ll have to work on this planning stuff so that it DECREASES stress for her instead of increasing it.  At nightfall the wind started to die and stayed in the low 20’s until it died completely before bedtime. The wind stayed calm all night and I gave it the nickname the “Polite Storm”, because it seemed to revolve around our sleep patterns. The next day we awoke to calm and before long the wind was back up to the mid to upper 20’s with gusts to 35. Luckily we got in a couple of games of cards on Island Sonata before it started, and now we are working on journal pieces and photo albums. UGGHHH!!  I can’t wait until this is over and we can ENJOY these islands.  The wind died like clockwork for our evening sleep but they expect similar winds as yesterday for today and tomorrow

Fakarava, Tuamotos

June 6th – June 21st, 2004

By Chris

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Fakarava is the second largest atoll in the Tuamotu’s with two passes, one on the north and a smaller one on the south. We entered the northern one and motored sailed to the village in the North East corner. The village was much bigger than the one on Kauehi, with two “stores” and a bakery. We anchored in front of the church (the bakery was right next door) and met up with Island Sonata who we hadn’t seen in a while.



They had two friends from Toau (the neighboring atoll) onboard, who they had met while staying there. They are both younger fishermen who sell their catch in Fakarava every week. Ciguatera is a toxin that gets stored in reef fish and works its way up the food chain, it can cause sever pains and nervous system problems in humans so you have to be VERY careful. I guess most of Fakarava had a problem but Toau didn’t, so these guys had quite a good deal going. They played local music on a ukulele, while MJ tried to play with them on her keyboard. It was funny to hear songs that we knew with French words. We went out to our first dinner in a while, and enjoyed catching up with old friends. The dinner wasn’t bad, steak and fries for $10, but the steak was a little chewy to say the least. Hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

The next day I paddled in at 6:30 and got us some fresh baguettes hot out of the oven. The other specialties like croissants, plain and chocolate, were already gone. I guess you have to get there right when they open at 5:30 for those (which I did for the rest of our stay). We did a little provisioning and got some phone cards at the post office (which was in an outhouse size building). We met up with Renaissance 2000 and went to the local black pearl farm for a tour. I didn’t realize how complicated a process making a black pearl is, I thought it was like a regular pearl (maybe that’s why I didn’t find one in Kauehi). In this case, to make them black, they actually take some shell membrane from another one and cut it into little pieces. This is the membrane that causes the inside of the shell to grow colored (green, blue, champagne and mostly black). They take a seed (actually a round rock from the Mississippi), and place it in a sack in the oyster. Then the small slice of membrane has to be inserted with the shell side touching the seed, so that when the oyster (more like a scallop) coats the seed it uses the genetic material from the shell coating. I got to dive in a fish park to get the two shells we would open. He showed us the entire process of seeding and then the removal of the pearl. They seed when the oyster is young and then wait about a year and a half before the pearl is ready. During this time they hang them in the water from buoys with nets/baskets and have to clean the shells every month or so. This farm was rather small but still made about 10,000 pearls a year. Most of them are imperfect, with small bumps or color changes. We got to look through his bags of cheaper pearls as well as his REALLY nice jewelry. I thought I was “safe” because KT said she didn’t really like pearls but once we got there she sure liked some of the more expensive stuff. Luckily the pearl we got from our shell was worth about $100, which wasn’t bad considering we paid $17 for the tour.

We then walked about six miles to a hotel in the beating mid-day sun to get to the only Internet place on the island. It was pretty expense ($16 an hour) with a French keyboard and no I/O devices. Oh well I guess our Internet connections in the South Pacific were going as well as planned. Most people have email on board, but I didn’t think we could justify the cost (I’d need a new radio $1500 and modem $1000). I didn’t realize that they also keep track of your position, and have easy access to weather data, which is VERY handy (Maybe in NZ). We decided we deserved some ice cream, but the place was closed!! The next day we rented bikes and went with Bobulona and Waking Dream on a tour of the island, it was rather strange being on paved roads with not much around (must be nice to have the French government picking up the tab). Waking Dream used these motorized skateboard things that got quite a stare from the locals. We stopped for lunch (hamburgers and fries) before returning for some well deserved ice cream (our legs were screaming from the abuse we gave them).


South Anchorage



The next day we decided to move to the south anchorage where the snorkeling/diving was supposed to be unmatched. We motor sailed the entire way, arriving late afternoon and played a game of Canasta with Island Sonata (hey you’ve got to do something out here). We went snorkeling the next morning in the pass,.. it was soooo amazing, there were sharks everywhere. I (black box man) brought a Bahaman sling spear in case they got too close. The visibility was over 100 feet and you could see the gray reef sharks on the bottom in 60 feet. There were 100’s of them. The white tip reef sharks stayed between the bottom and about ten feet while the black tip sharks stayed on top of the reef down to about ten feet. They were so amazing to watch. We must have hit the pass at perfect slack tide because for the next couple of days we could drift with the current back to the anchorage.



When the current is moving the gray sharks tend to school in certain areas, the divers would actually drift right through the packs. Rick had learned a Fijian shark call, which would literally turn them right towards you. We got some good pictures and video but nothing will ever do it justice, the energy/excitement in the water was electrifying.  (View short video clips to get an idea of how many sharks there were:  clip 1,  clip 2 (if the video does not start automatically go here for help). There was some amazing tropical fish near the reef including a huge Napolean fish that was as big as us and would stare at you with his big beady eye no matter where you were. It was literally like he had eyes in the back of his head. KT dropped my spear into 60 feet and I had to free dive to get it .. I almost didn’t make it back up (lost a few black box points on that one). She also had an exciting incident a few days later where she was “followed” closely by a six foot white tip for about fifteen minutes. She had wandered off on her own (more points lost) and the white tip took interest, we found if you hang with a group of divers they don’t bother you.  (Read about KT's shark experience here, additional link at bottom of this page).

The rest of the time was spent doing the typical cruisers stuff, more snorkeling, playing Canasta, watching movies, and drinks on other people’s boats (usually with deep conversations). We reviewed the video footage that Rick had shot in the pass, the funniest part was a big trigger fish that fell in love with his reflection in the lens and started kissing it. He could make some money off America Funniest Home Videos (see part of this clip here ... if the video does not start automatically click here for help). We paddled over to the other side of the pass and discovered a whole different landscape, small motus with shallow light blue water, and multiple passages out to the reef. The outside of the reef looked like a lunar landscape, harsh jagged coral grayed by the sun. On the inside there were lots of palm trees and more than one perfect postcard picture of the sandy beach with the palm tree bent out over the water. There was even a pink beach. We decided to have another potluck on the beach over there to get some other boats over to experience it. We started it around 2:00 so people could head back across the reef to the anchorage before dark. Of course no one did and we all swapped “well that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done” stories the next morning. We had six people in one dingy with some pretty good size waves coming over the bow. Gordon (from Ascension) was our wave deflector, KT our bailer, and the rest of us just hung on for dear life. We “only” ended up on the reef twice.

You’d think we would have learned. The next day we kayaked over to Island Sonata, who had moved their boat for the party. It was getting dark but we thought we could make it back easily in the dark. On the way over we had played with some very small reef sharks (one foot). On the way back the tide was out and we kept running aground, we didn’t have any shoes on so we couldn’t get out and walk across the reef. Every once in a while you’d here a pretty big slash and we’d shine our flashlight into the water and see a black tip sticking out, must have been the babies mothers/fathers. Then we had to paddle against the current back to the anchorage, which was rather scary at times. The view of the stars was incredible; you could almost guide yourself by the starlight.

The next day a few of us decided to dive the outside of the atoll so we headed out in two dingys to a place just east of the pass. As we slowed down to have Rick look at our location underwater, the tube he was sitting on exploded. We were right behind them and I thought that someone had dropped their wetsuit in the water because it looked like they were dragging it behind. It turns out that a shark attacked the dingy; he was going for the propeller but got the back end of the tube. We didn’t discover this until AFTER our dive, right in the same waters; Yikes!!! It must have been a pretty big one because the bite mark was about 9-12 inches in diameter; he “only” got half his jaws on it. We all had a new found respect for the creatures we had just spent a week playing with. KT spent a couple of hours diving with Rick. They started out in shallow water, but ended up going to 60 feet because KT was so comfortable. She loved it and may look at getting certified in Tahiti or Bora Bora. While KT dove I hung out with the locals and fed the sharks and Napolean fish. Magmell spent their entire stay hanging out with them and learned how to fish, gather coconuts, and weave baskets in the traditional way. We ended our southern pass anchorage stay with a steak dinner on Emerald (oh to have a freezer), we brought chocolate fondue and we all slept like babies in our food induced comas.


North Again

There was supposed to be northerly winds coming, so we moved back to the north anchorage (with only one mile of fetch instead of 28). The wind came from the north for the first night but then shifted back to the southwest/south for two days. With 20 to 30 knot winds, we had some pretty big swell in the anchorage; sometimes our transom was half under water and we buried the bow about once an hour. I had to constantly be on the lookout for chafe on our anchor snubber lines, it got so bad that people were making fun of me. At first they would see me go out and check (once every fifteen minutes or so), and they would follow suit. Finally they realized that I was having problems and stepped it back a notch. They all joked at dinner that every time they went out, they’d look over and there I was. The snubber takes the shock load of the swells as the rope stretches, instead of passing it directly to the chain. Because my line stretches so much, it moves in the chocks that guide it cleanly over board. These chocks have the designer’s logo in a raised casting EXACTLY in the spot where the snubber rubs when it is fully loaded up (nice job guys). I burned through 2 sets of hose, a new thin set within ten minutes. A couple boats snapped their snubbers, it was pretty touch and go because they were sitting about 50 feet from a bunch of huge coral heads. It was VERY uncomfortable and we couldn’t get off the boat for two days. Of course we celebrated our “release” by having another steak and fries dinner with an ice cream chaser. After the blow we all dove on our anchors to find them completely wrapped around coral head … ours was like a figure 8, with our anchor and boat at the bottom and a huge coral head at the top. It took Rick from Emerald, suited up in full dive gear, to get everyone’s anchor up before we left for Tahiti.

Kauehi, Tuamotos

May 28th – June 5th , 2004

After entering the pass, we hosted our sails and SAILED eight miles across the atoll to the village. Yeah that’s right we sailed. The cruising fleet had all discussed their fears of coral heads reaching out of the depths and ending their trip and I added my Murphy’s attitude on top of that, so the last thing I expected to be doing was sailing across the atoll. However the people already anchored had done it, and there were two boats ahead of us acting as coral bombie locators, AND I was standing in the rat lines (webbing tied 5-6 feet in the rigging to get a better viewing angle) just to double check that they didn’t somehow just barely miss one that we would then smack into. Of course we made it across the atoll without incident and anchored in front of the little village.



Now this was paradise!!! The water was the most incredible azure blue that I have ever seen. This was surrounded palm trees, coral reefs and a very “cute” church at the center of the village. We anchored in 35’ of water and could watch the anchor hit the bottom (turns out that this was not even the best visibility). The difference between the Marquesas was like night and day. The Marquesas were awe inspiring because of the amazingly green landscape and mountainous volcanic creations unlike anything we have ever seen.



The Tuamotus were exactly what you would expect to find in a south pacific postcard. The black volcanic sand of the Marquesas was replaced with white or pink coral sand, and the temperature/humidity was much more acceptable.  We spent a couple of days exploring the village area, which literally sat just above sea level. Our first nights sleep was the deepest we have EVER had, dead flat calm, cool breeze and no bugs. On our first day, we relaxed and enjoyed our tranquil anchorage and did a little snorkeling off an abandoned pearl farm. I actually found a couple of shells (more like scallops than oysters) but there were no pearls inside. Our friends following us arrived just at dark and had to spend the night hove-to in the lee of the atoll. On Sunday we paddled to the village and enjoyed a quick walk around the little village, the one store had a couple of shelves with really no provisions (no beer or bread). The church was made out of coral blocks sealed with coral limestone and was, as usual, the centerpiece of the village.

I really wish we had learned French prior to our arrival. Our French friend François has such a different experience. He camps in the villages, usually in someone’s yard and becomes part of the village and part of a family. Luckily we have our kayaks, which seem to be a huge hit with the kids. We spent a couple of hours playing with the kids using the universal language of laughter and smiles to make our basic connections. It is so much fun to watch the interactions between all the kids, our function was to make sure that everyone got an equal chance (including the little ones and the girls). We met a younger Dutch couple on Max who had left Holland in October and had already sailed 10,000 miles on a boat they had bought just before they left. We pulled out some canned Gouda cheese from Holland (that we bought at Sam’s Club in Mexico!!) to share and found out they are giving themselves two years to sail around the world. They had been diving in the same spot and had found three black pearls in four shells… I was determined to find my own pearls the next day.

KT and I swam back over to the area, where I was sure that I would find my pearl. I must have spent three hours looking, opening shells, and finding nothing. KT gave up on me and went back to the boat, when I arrived I was so water logged I must have looked like a 90 year old man (with no pearls). Ugggghhhh! Our friends had settled into an anchorage on the southern end of the atoll where there was no village, so we decided to join them and sailed back across the lagoon (a different way than before).



It was blowing a good 20-25 so I was up in the ratlines the entire time, even though the chart showed there were no hazards on our course. We had the music going enjoying the sail, when I happened to look down at the exact moment the knot to the ratline I was standing on started to undo. I stepped over to the mast just as it gave way, KT and I stared at each other with the “wow that was close” look. I re-attached it; leaving a little more tail this time, and re-assumed my position. I took a look forward with the monocular, and noticed a huge uncharted coral head just off our starboard side. It rose straight from 100 feet deep to inches below the surface, I was thankful we ignored everyone’s advice that there were no worries and you didn’t need a lookout (a few more “black box” points for Billabong).



The southern end of the lagoon was like a Hollywood set of an uncharted island. There were three other boats (Emerald, Bobulona, and Waking Dream) anchored off of four small motus (little islands), we could each have our own private island if we wanted. The water clarity was amazing and we went ashore for some snorkeling in a beautiful coral area that felt like we were diving in a fish bowl. Ben from Waking Dream got out his Hooka hose and KT and I both got to take a turn. Even though the water was shallow (15 feet) it still made a difference for KT because she gets to stay down on the bottom and enjoy everything in more detail. She’s a natural underwater and the divers are all suggesting she take it up.

Afterwards we all gathered on the beach and enjoyed eating some coconuts and playing with the hermit crabs, the beach was literally covered with them.  I have a new found respect for the coconut, what an amazing feat of natural engineering. They carry their own water, food stores and protection (another tough fiber coating that covers the nut) on board, yet still float to remote places. Everywhere we looked there were coconuts floating in the water and seeding on the beach. We enjoyed eating the green, mature, and germinating coconuts. The green coconuts have an amazing juice that seems to have a sparkling essence to it and the flesh is soft and gelatin like. The mature coconuts are like the ones you get in the states, harder meat and milkier liquid. I used one of these to make coconut cream for a curry dish that night. You grate the flesh (inner meat) of a mature coconut and then add warm water. You kneed the mixture for a while and then squeeze it through cheesecloth (ps. It’s easier to buy the cans). The germinating coconut has the liquid inside replaced with a soft foamy ball known as a coconut apple. It has a light coconut flavor to it, which I enjoyed but others didn’t (mostly a texture thing). We all made coconut spears to break through the outer husk using the techniques we learned from Daniel in the Marquesas. The divers were planning a pass dive for the next day and invited me along. It had been about 10 years since I dove so I wanted to make sure it would be a relatively easy.

The next day we set out on Bobulona towards the pass entrance. There was a good breeze blowing and the fetch across the atoll made the swell uncomfortable enough that Dennis decided not to anchor the boat for the dive (he stayed aboard). Dennis brought Bobulona through the pass and we got KT and Lisa loaded into the dingy as diver pickup people. When I first looked into the water I couldn’t believe my eyes. From the edge of the reef on the surface it dropped down at about an 80-degree angle to about 150 feet deep, where it dropped off like a sheer cliff to 3000 feet. The visibility was easily 200 feet, and at first I was disoriented because I didn’t recognize that I was actually seeing Rick and Corbie from Emerald clearly at around 75 feet. The quantity of sea life was incredible, we saw hundreds of small tropical fish close to the reef, with a spotted eagle ray suspended at about 50 feet not even moving his “wings”, followed by a huge school of barracuda that were being “worked” by a couple of sharks. I can’t describe how small I felt around all the sea life, like I was part of the world’s largest fish bowl. We dropped to 90 feet where we ran into more sharks. Then the current started sucking us back into the lagoon at 3-4 knots. We go sucked up to 30 feet and then pushed back down to 90 feet again by the current. Shari from Bobulona broke hear ear drum, got vertigo, lost her sense of direction and had to be helped to the surface by Ben. I stayed down with Rick and Corbie as sharks in the murky water surrounded us. It was kind of strange because I have always been afraid of them, but I was in awe as they swam around to check us out. Corbie was funny because she was pointing out one or two in front of her and I had to tap her to get her to see the 5 or 6 behind her. We took a long time rising to the surface and the sharks kept circling. When we finally broke free we were in 4 – 5 foot standing waves caused by the current against the wind. After we were done Rick said that it was the most dangerous dive he had ever done in 30 years of diving. I reminded him that he told me it would be easy and would let me get back into diving slowly, He just smirked and smiled.

We spent the next day kayaking around the motus near the anchorage. I tried to “hunt and gather” for us and realized we would probably die in about a week after being stranded on a dessert island, because I needed another coconut to recover the fluids I lost to sweat trying to open the first one. Oh well, glad we had the boat, refrigerator and water-maker.

The next day Waking Dream organized a beach potluck, complete with a small quiet generator that provided music and Christmas tree lights for the trees. We all brought in chairs, hung out around the bonfire playing various musical instruments. It was a great night as we celebrated our private paradise and the adventures we had experienced getting here. On Saturday I did some boat maintenance, while KT recovered from the festivities. We left early the next morning for Fakarava, about a six-hour motor sail away. We took advantage of the extra power to rip my CD collection into mp3s and KT worked on journal entries/picture organization