Friday, June 17, 2011

Tuamotu Islands (May 7 to June 12)

Tuamotu Islands (May 7 to June 12)
We explored the lovely atolls of the Tuamotu Island chain, famous for their fantastic diving on coral heads and reefs, sandy beaches lined with coconut palm trees and black pearls; located only about 300 miles from Tahiti.

Passage – May 7 to May 11 (500 mile sail from Marquesas Islands to the Tuamotu Islands)
It took us four days to complete this 500 mile passage from Daniel's Bay, Nuku Hiva, Marquesas to Kauehi, our first island in the Tuamotu’s .  It was just the two of us this time.  There was a point in my past that I would have thought a four day ocean passage was a big deal, now I think little of it as a hop, skip and a jump to our next exciting destination – kind of like sailing from San Francisco to San Diego, only we had much stronger winds – the South Pacific trade winds blowing on our backs. 
The wind averaged about 20 knots and the seas were pretty good sized - we had to work hard at slowing Lardo down.  We found that the boat was almost level when we used a double reefed mainsail, and our boat speed was around 6 knots…..still a little too fast, but we slowed down even more during the last day of the passage.   The passage was planned so that we arrived at our first atoll first during the daytime, and secondly at a time that we could gain entrance to the atoll through the pass.  We also averaged about 3 to 4 hours of sleep per night so we were pretty pooped by the time we arrived.  There were several other sailboats making this journey at the same time so we decided to chat each afternoon at 4:30 on our single side band radios to make sure that everyone was safe.

The trick about sailing into the Tuamotu atolls is to time your entry into the atoll with slack tide.  If not timed properly these passages into the atolls can be a navigation nightmare.  Anyway, Dennis did an excellent job navigating our way through the passage and our reward was arriving safely at the beautiful Kauehi atoll with aquamarine 80 degree water, lots of coral heads, sandy beaches and palm trees.

Kauehi (May 11 to May 20)
Our first stop was Tearavero Village – 300 people –2  stores (although I don’t know if you could really call the second one a store but nevertheless it did sell the bread delivered weekly from Tahiti when the other store was closed for vacation), pharmacy, school, and the Catholic church.  Great concrete dinghy dock – it was so easy to get on and off your dinghy after the harrowing docks of the Marquesas.
The store was owned by the local pearl farmer who just so happened to be the village mayor.   We quickly learned to ignore the posted store hours and try to ask the locals when they thought that the store would be opened –noon, 5:00 p.m., 6:00 p.m., whenever.  At least we could chat to the friendly village men hanging at the dinghy dock and watch bocce ball and soccer being played at the park while waiting for the store to open.
Within hours of our arrival, Mary – the young 20 something school teacher, motored out to our boat to welcome us and offer any assistance that we may need.  We invited Mary the next evening for dinner and were mesmerized by her life experiences at such a young age.  Mary was a first year school teacher living on a 47 foot boat that her sister and brother-in-law helped sailed to Kauehi from Tahiti.  In this small village of 300 people, there was only a need for two school teachers – Mary taught the age group ranging from 3 years to 8 years and the other teacher took the remainder.  Once these kids reach high school age, then they must go to another island for their education.  We learned from Mary that her family sailed to Tahiti from France when she was only 11 years old along with her three siblings, the youngest being four years old at the time.  It took this family of six, two years to make the passing while her parents home schooled the children during this time.  Mary continued on with her education in Tahiti and with received her college degree and teaching certificate in Papeete.  We invited Mary to dinner on Lardo, and had a good time overcoming the language barrier with her.
On Saturday morning, we thought that we would leave for the southern anchorage but decided to make a quick stop into town to call home and stop at the store.  We were pleasantly mobbed by the village children on their way out of Saturday morning religion class with their warm friendly smiles, chattering in French.  We visited, played soccer, sang the French national anthem, decorated our hats with flowers and just had a very warm pleasant experience with these kids.  What a morning!  It was hours later before we returned to our boat but we’ll always cherished these lovely kids who exuded tremendous warmth and friendliness – we’ll treasure our memories and wonderful pictures for years to come!
Kauehi Southeastern Anchorage.  This lovely anchorage on the other side of the island is what your mind conjures up at the words "South Pacific." The water is crystal clear and bright blue – even the wings of the white turns reflect the beautiful blue water color. The motus behind which we sit are bright white sand coral topped by waving palm trees while the ocean waves break on the outside just beyond. The wind is steady across the reef, along with a morning, afternoon or evening shower. 
There were no more than four boats at any time in this anchorage; we gathered together for a bon fire on the beach, lighted by the full moon.  We were sad to see the Austrian couple who initiated the idea of the bon fire, Reinhardt (Reiny) and Alexandra (Sandra), leave the next day.  They had done a circumnavigation 14 years ago and had just returned to the South Pacific.  They plan to leave their boat in the Tuamotu’s  Apataki Atoll and return to work in Austria for six months before returning next season to this idyllic spot.
On Kauehi, we finally did all those activities you imagine doing in a South Pacific anchorage. We snorkeled over coral heads in white coral sand and water so clear it was like air. The coral heads were embedded with the rippled shells of six-inch tridacna clams whose fleshy mantles reflect jewel-like colors.  Familiar fish like parrotfish, surgeonfish, butterfly-fish and tangs appeared in wildly unfamiliar color patterns, while unfamiliar characters like unicorn fish, bannerfish, and tiny humbug dascyllus sent us running to the fish books.  The small royal blue fish were our favorite.  Just to keep everyone's adrenaline pumping, small black tip sharks and stingrays periodically swam nonchalantly through the group.  Essentially harmless, they still look the part!
Fakarava (May 20 to June 3)
We finally managed to pull ourselves away from this idyllic anchorage at the southern end of Kauehi and headed next to Rotoava, Fakarava, an easy 25 mile day sail.  When we arrived at Fakarava, an atoll with 700 people and quite a few pensions, it felt like civilization after being out of touch with the world for over two weeks.  We entered the northern end (Passe Garue) for services such as the internet, stores, restaurants, and of course ice cream!  
Our first day on Fakarava, we found a sweet shop and Dennis and I each had two double scoop ice cream cones (certainly didn’t measure up to Fenton’s standards) but after having no ice cream for what seemed like an eternity, it was heavenly to george on this treat.
Where we were anchored, there had been bait fish jumping all day, with what looked like a fifteen pound yellow game fish slicing through them.  Dennis got to work immediately and rigged a light spinning reel so that he would be ready to hook up some nice game fish.
We arrived at Fakarava in time to see the seven Polynesian boats (Waka's) that are also doing a circumnavigation of the world.  These Waka’s are recreations of ancient sailing vessels the Polynesian people used for exploration, trading, etc.  Some rich German benefactor got so fed up with the America’s Cup turning into a circus that only billionaires could participate (sorry San Franciscans) that he decided to do something for both the sailing community and Polynesian cultures.  He decided to donate 15 million dollars to re-vitalize the ancient Polynesian tradition by re-building seven “Polynesian” style catamaran’s similar to those used in earlier centuries to sail the Polynesian islands.  His hope is that the Polynesian people will rediscover their heritage by participating in the voyages planned and has set up a trust fund so that future Polynesian generations will carry on this tradition.
These boats were built in New Zealand.  The boats are about 70 feet long and are doubled hulled.  Each boat, decorated with traditional Polynesian designs, has a crew of 16 representing the many Polynesian countries, including New Zealand, Fiji, French Polynesian, Samoa, New Caledonia, and Hawaii.  No diesel on these sailing boats as they only use solar power. Their planned route is NZ to the Marquesas, Hawaii, Alaska, then on down the west coast to SF – so keep an eye on these boats which are so uniquely Polynesian, and will eventually go around the world.
According to folklore, Fakarava is where this tradition started; apparently an ancient King punished his seven sons by sending them away from this island to never return.  These boats visited this island to see an old lady who is a descendant of this King.  She granted forgiveness and has given them permission to return.  Need I say, the Polynesian ceremonies for this great pardon were fabulous and we were lucky to be here at this time! 
On the day that these Polynesian vessels departed to their next destination (Marquesas Islands), we were fortunate to be invited on a racing trimaran by our Austrian friends (Reiny and Sandra) who we had met at Kauehi .  It was quite a thrill to go on this racing trimaran that topped speeds of 15 knots as we escorted these boats out to sea. 

From Rotoava, we headed to the southern end of Fakarava to explore a couple of anchorages and to exit out of the southern end of the atoll.  Our friend Cyrille, the French man from Sudden Stops joined us for this one-day cruise to the southern end.  He had left Sudden Stops to take a two week hiatus to join his girlfriend for a trip around the Tuaomotus.  Quite by accident, we bumped into him in Rotoava while he was trying to connect with Sudden Stops.  Hence he joined us for this cruise with hopes of re-connecting with Sudden Stops due to arrive any day. With his pleasant personality and of course ability to converse in his native tongue (French), he promptly made friends with the locals at Hirifa. Cyrille made arrangements with Jean, retired French Legionnaire, who agreed to let Cyrille hang out at his place while waiting for Sudden Stops.  Cyrille learned a lot about fishing while staying with the Hirifa villagers and ate fish morning, noon and night!

We decided to anchor at Hirifa at the southern end of Fakarava (Latitude 16 degrees 26.8 minutes South; Longitude 145 degrees 22.2 minutes West).  The best part of this anchorage was that it is not mentioned in the American cruising guides which mean very few cruisers visit this spot.  We went from 3 sailboats to just ourselves.  While other cruisers suffered in the roily anchorage at the Fakarava southern pass, we enjoyed a nice calm sheltered anchorage with sandy beaches; few coral heads to worry about; and very pleasant locals who occupied only three homes nicely spaced apart and back a ways from the beach.  Our first day, when we paddle to shore, we were greeted by Tanya who was carrying two green coconuts filled with juice – what a pleasant way to arrive!  Later that evening her Uncle Jean delivered two fresh fish (groupers) to our boat.

The next day we paddle up in our kayaks to Raimiti Pension (email:  raimiti@mail.pf) to check it out.  We leisurely paddle up the channel hugging the calm coast line and took our time exploring the many coral heads with all their tropical fish – no need to snorkel as we could see to the bottom in this very clear water.  The pension is a fantastic escape with palm huts lining the Pacific Ocean and the lagoon; it is only accessible by boat.  The next day, Jean-Claude from the pension (Tanya’s brother) swung by in a skiff, to pick us up for our dinner reservation.  What a treat – two exquisite cuisines combining the best of both Polynesian and French cooking – sliced coconuts, tuna sashimi seasoned with peppercorn, shrimp sautéed in coconut sauce with shaved coconut on the side, and then a dessert to top off a wonderful dinner  - a papaya filled with heated with coconut milk.  Definitely worth the trip for dinner!

Well after about a week of simply enjoying Hirifa, we decided it was time to mosey over about seven miles to the south pass of Fakarava, famous for its excellent snorkeling and diving.  Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any better, it did.  The snorkeling far exceeded my greatest expectations.  Why dive when you can snorkel at shallow depths at the south pass of Fakarava.  The water clarity was superb – you could clearly see everything forty feet - it was so clear.  The tropical fish were abundant in every species imaginable – I don’t think there’s any place in the world that is comparable – the snorkeling was simply fantastic!  We still can’t stop talking about it.  There was a nice sloping wall of very healthy live coral hosts to every tropical fish imaginable.  And as an added attraction, we were snorkeling in shark infested waters – fortunately these were mostly docile sharks at the pass, a lot of black tip and gray reef sharks.  And if snorkeling isn’t enough for you, there’s also great kayaking in these very clear waters where you can just sit over a coral reef and watch the fish swim by.

The snorkeling was so good, it was definitely worth another trip the next day plus lunch at Annabelle’s pension (tetamanuvillage@mail.pf).  We left our dinghy on the dock at Annabelle’s, and snorkeled out the pass at the end of the ebb tide and then used the flood tide to get us back inside the pass.   At Annabelle’s you can sit on her deck extended over the water to watch all the sharks and tropical fish.  When the cooks feed the fish, the sharks go into a feeding frenzy over the food.

Tahanea (June 4 to June 12)

Tahanea is a special national park preserve that is uninhabited.  All of the former population has left and little is left of this former village.  All has nicely recycled itself so that the water is the clearest of all the Tuamotu chain and there is a multitude of colored and other fish that visit these beautiful coral heads.  We really felt that we were in the boonies, only about 11 sailboats visiting Tahanea and only four of those were in our anchorage.

Fortunately we chose the southeast (SE) corner of the atoll to anchor as there was a gale going on outside for several days. The storm was predicted, and we chose the SE corner because it gives the most protection against strong SE winds.  We always try to pay attention to what is happening with the weather and we just learned how to get a 3 day forecast off SSB sailmail - it works great!

We knew the storm was coming in 3 days so we changed atolls and went for a safe anchorage before it hit.  This whole thing about cruising is about storm avoidance.  Some cruisers say "if a storm hits while at sea we deal with it then" and don't try to get info on what is happening with the weather.....I think that is really stupid.  Anyway this atoll has the clearest water we have seen yet.  I can see my anchor on the bottom from 100' away.  Nice!

We later learned that this gale turned out to be a “mara’amu” – gusty trade winds coming from the south that can last for an eternity.  This was our first mara’amu, but I’m sure not our last mara’amu, as they tend to hit the months of June, July and August.  Our original plan was to leave this South Pacific paradise around Wednesday, June 8.  After all, the wind storm which had kicked in Sunday afternoon sure should have ended by now.  When Wednesday rolled around, we postponed to Thursday, then Friday, then Saturday and eventually we took off on Sunday morning.  Even paradise can be a little taxing but the worst day in paradise sure beats the best day of work.

All the boats in our anchorage were French except for Lardo.  We learned that these sailors tend to enjoy their independence and isolation from others which made this a bit of a lonely anchorage amidst all of this tropical splendor.  Despite the heavy wind which made going to shore difficult, we did manage to get off the boat for daily kayaks and hikes to circumnavigate each of the motu’s.  This was a lifesaver as there was no nearby village or civilization.  We saw lots of different types of vegetation, the nesting notti tern, sharks, crabs and a wide variety of tropical fish.  We read a lot, watch some movies, appreciated our music CDs and listen to the English speaking net each day at 4:30 – other cruisers were also in the same holding pattern and getting a little edgy.  We sure learned a lot about patience while waiting out this mara’amu.

It is here where we met Frenchman, Antoine on “Banana Split”, a yellow catamaran.  Antoine is a nature writer and photographer whose films have been aired on the Discovery Channel.   He is quite knowledgeable about the history, flora and fauna of the Tuamotu’s, and knows this atoll like the back of his hand.  According to Antoine, the inhabitants left this atoll because they believe that it is haunted.  The mayor of the neighboring atoll, Faaite, tried unsuccessfully to get the inhabitants to return; so instead, he declared this atoll a preserve.  After being here for nearly a week, waiting out the mara’amu, it kind of felt a little eerie and spooky on this atoll with those winds howling, but beautiful nevertheless.

And so this ends our chapter on the Tuamotu’s.  We are off to Tahiti, a two and a half day sail.

Monday, May 23, 2011

A day on the water with a commercial fisherman from Nuku Hiva

We spent about two weeks in Nuku Hiva, waiting for parts that never came.  One thing I enjoy is going to the docks when the fishermen came in with their catches.    There are no sportfishing boats working out of Taiohae Bay (cruisers have nicknamed it Rainy Bay), so I spent time with the commercial fishermen to see what they were catching, and how they were doing it.  One day I asked Tony Yua if I could go out with him.  Tony responded “no, I am a commercial fisherman”.   I then said “look, I will give you $50 if you let me go with you, and I will act as your deck hand”.  Tony’s wife Yvonne overheard the conversation, and told Tony to take me with him!  I guess she figured the $50 would pay for the diesel fuel, if nothing else.  Tony and Yvonne act as a team, with Tony catching the fish and Yvonne selling it to pensiones and private parties.  They have a pretty good little business doing this.  Tony is a Chinese/Tahitian with bright green eyes and Yvonne is full Marquesan from Nuka Hiva.  So plans were made to fish in two days.
Tony’s boat was typical Marquesan……25’ long, about 8 ½’ wide, single Yanmar diesel, with a 700 quart  cooler midships that you could walk all the way around when working a fish.   The steering was done by a joy stick, in the very bow of the boat, and this is where Tony, his normal deck hand Dino, and myself would stay on the trip to the fishing grounds.  Needless to say it was a rough 2 ½ hour ride to and from the fishing grounds.    The concept of having steering way up in the front of the boat allows you to use the whole boat for fishing, but makes for a really hard ride for the crew.
 Anyway, two days hence I jump into Mary Lee’s kayak at 3:45 AM, and hunted up Tony at his boat  The waters between the Islands are pretty rough, with 5-8 ft seas the norm.  Because of the rough ride and distance (about 30 miles), there were no other boats there!  Tony does all his fishing with 300# handlines, on the troll. .  The fishing grounds are a pinnacle (shallow shelf ) similar to Gordos Banks off San Jose Del Cabo in Baja, very rich with lots of yellow fin tuna and wahoo. We started trolling about 6:00AM, and about 15 minutes later we had our first strike.  I was holding one of the handlines and felt the strike.  My job was to yell “hook up”!, then get out of the way.  Dino grabbed the line from me and started hauling in the fish hand over hand.  Tony is in the bow screaming instructions to Dino in Chinese and Marquesan.  When there was about 30 ft of line left Tony leapt to the back and took the line from Dino, the fish took off….it was amazing to see the line screaming out of Tony’s hands.  He fought the fish back to the boat, and Dino handed him a club, and Tony whacked the fish until it was still, then yanked it into the boat…..all of this took about 1 ½ minutes!  Tony turned to me and said “this is how we fish in the Marquesas.  We don’t play the fish….this is a business….we get it into the boat”.  The fish was a beautiful 70# Wahoo!  Tony has been fishing for 40 years, and is proud of the way he handles the catch after it is in the boat.  They immediately bleed the fish, then cover it in with ice in the 700 qt cooler in order to cool it down as quickly as possible.  This guarantees a fresh product when they get back to the docks.  Yvonne has many customers such as pensiones (B&Bs) who covet their fish for sashimi, etc.
After the first fish I am promoted to club holder…..I get to keep an eye on the club and hand it to Tony at the critical moment so he can dispatch the catch.  No time can be lost because every second the fish is outside the boat just increases the probability the fish will be lost.  During the next 2 ½ hours we caught 15 fish, 8 yellow fin tuna, and 7 large Wahoo.  The smallest being a 50# yellow fin tuna, and the largest a tuna in the 75# class.  At one point Tony was clubbing a large wahoo and the club (made of heavy ironwood) slipped out of Tony’s hands into the ocean.  Tony started screaming at Dino, who promptly leapt overboard, dove down, and retrieved the club.  All this was going on with a very large pissed off wahoo in the water next to the boat!
 About 9:30 Tony said it is time to go home.  His philosophy is that the fishing is best at first light until about 9:00AM.  The fish are up close to the surface during this time and go deeper during bright sunlight.  So this trip was about 5 hours of rough boat riding and 2 ½ hours of fishing.  Tony said it is typical of his fishing days. The trip back I would call the “ride from hell”.  Seas were about 6 feet and Tony was hitting crest to crest, meaning there was tremendous jarring with every wave we hit.  Dino and I were holding on right behind Tony.   About half way back my knees started to lose their flexibility and ability to absorb the pounding.  I found myself getting knocked partially to the deck with each jarring wave hit, and not being able to get back up!  Tony looked around and saw what was happening to me and said “you, get to the back of the boat!”, then turned around and continued pounding into the waves.  I thought thank God!  I crawled to the back and sat on top of the engine co ver.  It was still a Nantucket sleigh ride because there was nothing to hold on to.  But it was infinitely better than standing in the bow.
We got back to the dock and Yvonne had buyers lined up for all the fish.  Tony gave me a huge chunk of Wahoo, which we enjoyed and shared with other cruising friends.  Tony invited me to go fishing with him the next day (he said I brought him luck), but I told him I was too beat up to do it two days in a row!   We did go fishing….this time for fun, two days later.  This pinnacle we fished would be considered a world class fishing spot, except for its remoteness.  It was a wonderful experience.
Mary Lee and I became good friends with Tony and Yvonne, and had them for dinner on Lardo, and they took us to dinner in town along with their gorgeous little 4 year old daughter “Ani”.   Yvonne took Mary Lee and I on a tour of Nuku Hiva one day while Tony was out fishing.   She is from Typee Bay, scene of Herman Melville’s 1842 classic book “Typee”.  As it turned out her mother still owns a substantial portion of the land around the village there, and it seemed she was related to just about everyone in the village.  When we left Nuka Hiva Yvonne brought us a lot of fruit for the voyage to the Tuamotos…..grapefruit, mangos, and bananas.  ”.  I think we have made lifelong friends with this wonderful Marquesan couple!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Marquesas Islands

Marquesas Islands
Ten islands and numerous rocks and islets compose the group which has an area of approximately 1400 square miles.  These high, volcanically formed islands have steep, black, cliff-edged coasts indented by many valleys.  The total population is about 9,000, the descendants of proud and warlike Polynesian tribes that once numbered approximately 100,000 when Captain Cook visited the island in the 18th century.  These islands were the first islands that we reached upon our arrival from Mexico.  We visited Hiva Oa, Fatu Hiva, Tahuata, Ua Pou and Nuku Hiva – you should here the local island kids’ giggle as we try to say all of these names.
 It is here in the Marquesas where you will experience the Polynesian culture where it is probably the most intact and where the native tongue, Marquesan, is spoken as the primary language.  You still see tattoos carved onto the skin of men symbolizing the legends and customs of these people, women adorning themselves with flowers in their hair and men going out in their outrigger canoes as part of their daily ritual.  These islands are very remote, rugged and hard to get to, but the islander’s prefer it that way to keep their culture from being spoiled from too much outside influence.
Hiva Oa
Our first island in the Marquesas was sweet Hiva Oa.  Hiva Oa is the 2nd largest of the islands in the Marquesas, has a population of about 2,000 people and is also the burial site of Paul Gauguin. 
We picked this island as our first stop only because we needed to check into French Polynesia and this was where our customs agent was located.  We arrived on a Sunday and found that everything was pretty much closed up – the Marquesan’s are very devout Catholics and they observe their day of rest.  Actually, all of the schools in the Marquesas Islands were shut down for a two week Easter holiday – very religious culture.
Bright and early on Monday morning, our customs agent, Sondra, greeted us and took us directly to the local gendarme to properly register our boat, and to check all of us into French Polynesia.  She also picked up our laundry and recommended a wonderful place for dinner – Pension Alex.   Dinner at Pension Alex was a superb feast blending the best of the French and Marquesan cuisines – lovely tomato and cucumber salad, seared tuna with a nice array of vegetables, and a fantastic rum cake with whip cream frosting for dessert.  Alex was in the French military during the days of French nuclear testing, settled in Hiva Oa, and married a Marquesan woman.  They have a beautiful family of 3 girls and one boy.  That evening, there were guests from France staying at the pension who Dennis managed to whip in billiards – after four games with the pool shark, the young French men, said Enough!
Sondra hooked us up with Mary Jo, a tour guide who happens to speak a little English, for a grand tour of Hiva Oa.  We found this oh-so-mellow island to be a picturesque mix of lush jungle, sea-smashed coastal cliffs cascading into picturesque bays, and lofty volcanic peaks.  Mary Jo arranged a brief stop in one of the quaint villages to purchase fruit from William who just happen to have the only “yacht” club in the Marquesas – this consisted of a boat register which contained the names of many cruisers.
We also visited one of the best-preserved archaeological sites in French Polynesia, the “Lipona” archaeological site, on the outskirts of Puamau.  After taking in the archeological site, we lunched at the only restaurant in Puamau – a delightful, timeless village located on the sea.  The Marquisan lunch consisted of freshly baked baguettes, raw fish marinated in lime juice and coconut milk (poisson cru), a platter of fried red bananas and breadfruit, coconut shrimp with rice, and fresh tropical fruit for dessert – enough food to last us for a week.  Our guide spent most of the luncheon talking in the Marquisan language with two local women who were dressed in traditional Polynesian clothing.  While feasting, several of the friendly local kids visited, played with us and entertained us very nicely.  After touring the island for the day, we returned exhausted to our boat anchored at Atouna.
Atouna, a very small town that is quite easy to miss, has a few stores and some services, including a post office, grocery and hardware stores.  (The Mobil station located at the port also has a small store with the best fish sashimi and marinated fish salad dishes to-go.)  Atouna was about a 4k (or 2.5 mile) hike into town.  We replenished supplies, purchased prepaid phone cards at the post office, and found out about WiFi for the internet.  But we struck out on diesel and had to wait for the ship to arrive before we could purchase any diesel from the Mobil station.  The ship stops at Atouna every two weeks.  Once the ship was offloaded on Thursday, we were able to purchase diesel on Friday.  There’s no place to tie off your sailboat at the harbor so Dennis and RB made four trips to shore via dinghy to transport 80 gallons of diesel back to Lardo.  We had no luck with propane as we forgot that we needed an adapter; hopefully we can find one along the way or else we’ll end up eating lots of cold cereal and sandwiches.  No gas – that arrives on the following Wednesday and after a week on Hiva Oa, we’re eager to explore the beautiful Marquesas islands – hopefully we’ll find gas for our dinghy at another island.
Our last evening in Hiva Oa, we were treated to cocktails on board Andy, Monica and Jake McKaskle’s “Savannah”.  Fellow puddle jumpers “SongLine” (Fred and Cinda), and Sarah Jean (Beth and Norm) also joined us.  It was so nice to meet these folks after listening to them every evening on the “Puddle Jump” net!
Fatu Hiva
After loading up with diesel, we took off early on Saturday morning to Fatu Hiva, one of the hardest-to-reach islands in French Polynesia.  This was an all day trip bashing against the swells; we arrived just at sunset.
 Fatu Hiva has a population of just under 700 people.  It was certainly an island where you could play castaway for a few days.  When arriving by boat, the scenery is a visual shock.  Wrinkled cliffs and towering basaltic cones tumble into the coast and splendid bays, including the iconic Bay of Virgins (also referred to as Baie Hanavave), where we anchored.  When the missionaries first arrived at this bay, it was originally named “Bay des Verges” (Bay of Phalli) by the early explorers because of the shape of the rocky pillars.  Supposedly the missionaries disapproved, and inserted the “i” making it “Baie des Vierges” which translates to Bay of Virgins.  The water in this bay was very clear and warm (80 degrees) - we loved jumping off the boat into this water.  This is what the South Pacific is all about!
This was certainly one of our most majestic anchorages and I never tired looking at the rocky spires that surrounded us.   The valley was lush with tropical vegetation, including palm trees, bird of paradise, orchids, gardenias, jasmine.  We ate lunch at a local’s home who was selling some freshly barbecued chicken and skewered meat dishes – ate early as this place was only open till 11:00 a.m. on Sunday morning.  After a hearty lunch, we proceeded on our hike into the valley to the waterfall - this was a very long hour hike up a steep hill – didn’t quite make it but at least we could see the waterfall from the road – next time we’ll start earlier before the heat of the day.  We about all collapsed by the time we made it back to town – just in time to watch the main town event of the day – the local women’s volleyball team versus the other village island team – these teams from these very small villages have some great players – guess volleyball is the key activity in some of these villages.  They play power volleyball with bump, set, spike the norm.
Next day, we paid a local to take us to the next village located in Baie Omoa, a quaint little town with friendly people.  After we met the school teacher (a surfer who has spent some time in Santa Cruz, CA); he asked two little girls to be our guides to the petroglyphs.  These barefooted little girls took us on a very narrow trail winding through the jungle but never quite found the petroglyph – we loved their eagerness and determination and probably had more fun spending the afternoon with them than finding the petroglyphs.
Tahuata
We spent two days at this island across from Hiva Oa.  Not much more than 650 people in this island.  The first day was at Vaitahu village where you can see much of the village from your boat, including the school, volleyball court and the seafront stone Catholic Church – commemorating 150 years of Catholic missionary service on the islands.  We arrived in the late afternoon and were treated to a lovely cocktail hour onboard Storm Haven with our very gracious host Don and Paulie.   Their boat is a Nordavn 46, which is a powerboat long range cruiser…..very comfortable!  They so far are usually about a day ahead of us in their cruise of the Marquesas’ and have offered great advice on what to see and do throughout the islands.
Only a few boats anchored at Vaitahu as the landing into the village is very rough.  I said to Dennis, no way am I getting off here with this swell crashing onto these rocks; so the next day we went around the corner and anchored in the idyllic Hanamoenoa Bay - sandy beaches and crystal clear blue water where you could see clear to the bottom.  Easy to spend the day on your boat just jumping on and off for a leisurely swim in this beautiful bay.  No one was in a rush to leave this bay that has been rated as one of the most beautiful anchorages in Polynesia.
Pulling anchor was a little dicey as we managed to snag a huge 200 pound piece of coral – we needed to take the dinghy off the boat in order to remove the coral.  After struggling for nearly an hour, we succeeded in getting this stubborn piece of coral off the anchor and headed out to our next destination, Ua Pou.
Ua Pou
Our next destination in the Iles Marquises was Ua Pou with approximately 2,000 inhabitants.  This volcanic island has many soaring mountain spires and towers, and scenic bays indenting the coastline.
We anchored at Baie d’Hakahau so that we could be close to the village of Hakahau, the main settlement of the island with approximately 1,000 residents.  I think what caught our attention was the decent anchorage with a breakwater/wharf and nearby Rosalie’s Restaurant, featuring Marquisan foods such as poisson cru, breadfruit, curried goat, barbecued rock lobster, taro, octopus, green mango, tapioca and sweet red bananas.  Well, we found Rosalie but it never seemed to be opened so we ate at another local “no-name” restaurant and each of us had a terrific meal – steaks for the guys and a Marquisan style fish with vegetables dish that was excellent; so good we went back the next day.  The village also has a post office, stores and a bakery.
Met French man and single hander - Jean onboard Senta - who bought his boat in La Paz, Mexico where his son worked at the French consulate office.  Jean was also a Puddle Jumper who completed his crossing all by himself in 28 days.
That afternoon after lunch, RB and I remained in town to check it out, visit St. Etienne with the beautiful wood carvings and to buy bananas from a local directly from her banana patch with about 20 trees.  When buying bananas, be prepared as you must buy the whole bunch (or about 10 kilo’s that I had to fit into about 4 buckets).  Right now I’m thinking that these green, hard bananas might never ripen.
While RB and I were touring around in town, Dennis was boarded by the French Polynesian customs officials, very friendly but they forgot to tell us that we were in the swing line of the freight ship; that night literally about five minutes before the freight ship arrived in port, the customs boat official, as his boat was suddenly leaving the dock, shouted to us to get out of the way of the freight ship – here we had been in port for a day and a half and they finally got around to telling us.  We struggled most of the evening with the anchorage and at 11:30 that night, we re-positioned our boat – finally at 12:30 a.m. we went to bed knowing that we were securely anchored. 
On Saturday, we toured the island with Xavier, a Frenchman who spoke English – we met Xavier who swam daily in the bay – chatting to local cruisers.  During the tour, we felt like we were in an Indianapolis Jones movie as we were tramping about the island in Xavier’s four wheel drive with two us stuffed into the converted back seat staring out at the road behind us and bouncing around on these rugged dirt roads.  For sure Xavier’s car would be illegal in the states, had no shocks and certainly never had any tender loving care.  My back and joints are living proof.   I almost did not want to go in his vehicle but Dennis talked me into it – we had a lot of fun four wheeling about the island, no worse than doing nine knots on bumpy seas or the roller coaster in Santa Cruz.
Off to Nuku Hiva on Sunday, April 17th.
Nuku Hiva
Nuku Hiva is the largest in French Polynesia after Tahiti and is sparsely populated with approximately 2600 inhabitants.  We timed our visit right smack in the middle of the rainy season and we sure got a lot of heavy downpours.  This island boasts a fantastic terrain, with razor-edged basaltic cliffs pounded by crashing waves, deep bays blessed with Robinson Crusoe beaches, dramatic waterfalls and timeless valleys that feel like the end of the world.  The main town of Taiohae, the ‘capital’ of the Marquesas, has managed to hold on to that slow-down-it’s –the South-Pacific feeling.  It is this town that we had some of our sail boat parts shipped to and we waited an extra week or so to get them.
We spent a little over a week exploring this island, waiting for our parts to be shipped to “Dennis Millard - General Delivery - Post Office – Taiohae – Nuka Hiva, and replenishing our supplies and provisions.   We loved our tour around the island, especially all the archeological sites.  Our local tour guide, Richard Temarama was fantastic – great English and fantastic knowledge about the Marquesas, including its rich ancient history and tropical plants (temarama.tour@hotmail.fr). 
Dennis bonded with our guide Richard, a fellow hunter, and was in awe over his method of hunting wild pigs.  Richard shared with us the Marquesan style of hunting – absolutely no hunting rifles.  The Marquesan traditional way is to stalk the pig, creep up on it with a large hunting knife in hand, quickly grab the pig and then immediately attack it with the knife - praying that they are quick enough before the wild pig turns on them.
Fortunately, our visit coincided with the Easter holiday festivities.  At night, we sat on our boat listening to the rhythmic beat of the drums as the Marquesan’s prepared for the festivities.  We attended a local festival where we watched Polynesian dancers and feasted on pork slowly roasted in the ground and complimented with breadfruit and cooked red bananas.  The dancers were quite moving and dressed in traditional Polynesian grass costumes.
We also attended a Polynesian style Easter service – lots of singing, bongo drums and tropical flowers.  As I entered the church, I was immediately struck by the heavenly scent of the gardenia flower lei’s.  The church was tastefully decorated with tropical flower displays, bird of paradise, palms and leis – all done by locals as there’s no florist on this island.  It was fun to see the women dressed “Polynesian” style – white missionary dresses or colorful Polynesian print dresses and of course flowers in their hair.
Better be off to the “boulangerie” and farmer’s market at 6:00 a.m. for bread and produce – otherwise it’s all gone before 7:00 a.m.  The other few stores at least are open all day but are always closed for two to three hours for a decent lunch break.
Summary
All in all, we spent about 3 weeks in the Marquesas with Nuku Hiva our final destination in the Marquesas.  We must continue through French Polynesia before our 90 day limit given by the French government is up and head on south to the Tuamotu Islands (French Polynesia), the next set of islands on the way to the Society Islands which include Tahiti.  We ate lots of wonderful tropical fruits (mango, papaya, banana, breadfruit, and grapefruit) that grew abundantly all over the Marquesas Islands and will miss that daily part of our diet.  For now after three plus weeks in the Marquesas, we must say goodbye to these islands that truly host the wonderful Polynesian culture.  That’s all for now until we get to the Tahiti as there’s limited internet access along the way.