Wednesday 7th June,
Hanamoenoa Bay, Tahuata, Marquesas.
Karl is on deck
setting up the new hanging chair he got in the Galápagos to hang off
the end of the boom so he can dangle out over the water and keep an
eye out for Manta Rays. We've been promised loads of Manta Rays
swimming about boats in this bay but so far all we've seen is one ray
(not even convinced it was a Manta) swimming unspectacularly along
the bottom while we were snorkeling. So given that that's the highest
priority task for the day it must mean we're having a mini-holiday?
Yes it does. Tomorrow's weather window has vanished so we're here
'til Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but enjoy the view, swim,
snorkel, float on our Grenada inflatables, barbeque and wait for the
Mantas to appear.
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Karl declares his new chair a success |
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Thoroughly investigating all possible lounging positions aboard. |
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After a hard day's snorkeling it's time to deploy the inflatables and put our feet up. |
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Sláinte. |
Tahuata
(population about 700) is a little island just south of Hiva Oa (The
Big Smoke). We stopped here briefly, in a bay further south, on our
way up from Fatu Hiva to Hiva Oa the other week. Now we've come back
to use it as a jumping off point for the overnight sail up to the
island of Nuku Hiva (The Really Big Smoke). The Spanish (out of Peru)
first came across these islands at the end of the 16th century
and Tahuata was the site of the first meeting between Europeans and Polynesians.
Apparently 70 people were killed so I guess it didn't get off to a
great start. Captain Cook also stopped here briefly on the Resolution
on his second voyage but wasn't too impressed by the facilities
ashore so quickly departed for the joys of Tahiti. There's a village in
each of the two bays to the south of us but nothing in this bay
except the palm trees, sailors and the occasional tourist dropped off
by boat for a few hours respite from Hiva Oa. Oh, and lots of blond
Danish sailors who seem to love lounging around naked in the midday
sun, I don't know how they get away with it. We initially toyed with
the idea of moving down to the next bay where there are rumours of
SIM cards being available at the main village but, frankly, that just
seems like alot of effort.
We found a manta! Amazing creatures, they just look like some alien being flying through the water.
Back at the end of
May, after a week on the island of Fatu Hiva recovering from our trip across the
Pacific and soaking up the delights of the island, we set off for a
lovely gentle sail to Hiva Oa via Tahuata. The southern cliffs of
Tahuata were very spectacular as we rounded them – tall and steep
like at Fatu Hiva but just black, volcanic rock without any
vegetation having taken hold. As we headed north in the lee of the
island all hell broke loose – sudden 40kn bullets of wind, a nasty
squall and wind coming from the absolute opposite direction from
where it should (a westerly! The cheek.). The very peaceful and
picturesque anchorage at Hapatoni village, with only two other boats,
we took as The Universe apologising for maltreating us.
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The very striking southern end of Tahuata. |
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And a reward sunset in a peaceful anchorage. |
The next day
(Karl's birthday) we tempted fate by continuing to Hiva Oa the wrong
way (against prevailing wind and current) across the Bordelais
Channel where we found a Miracle Current in our favour. Yay! The
Universe obviously still feeling bad about the previous day. Then we
arrived into the harbour of the capital Atuona and things went
downhill. Swirly winds and even swirlier currents meant that boats were
swinging in completely unpredictable ways in a tight and crowded
anchorage. "This is the worst anchorage in the world!" was
heard frequently during our initial three attempts at finding a spot.
It was confirmed later that evening when we were asked to move for a
cruise ship arrival (it took two attempts that time 'round) and a
couple of days after that again when we suddenly started swinging too
close to a neighbour and had to re-anchor again. Worst anchorage in
the world! Officially worse than Deshaies (Guadeloupe), the previous
title-holder.
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Officially the Worst Anchorage in the World. |
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Great entertainment over the bbq watching the ship get awfully close to some of the other boats. |
Anchorage aside,
Atuona (population about 1500) was lovely. It's set beneath a
mountain that's like a small, green Everest and in a large, curved,
volcano crater-shaped bay. It's a bit of a walk to town along a road
where cars go at speeds up to 60km/hr (!!!) which was quite
overwhelming after the past couple of months. It's also hard to
manage to walk all the way to town without someone stopping to give
you a lift. In town there's a supermarket with baguettes and Leffe!
We've completely lost the ability to walk past a basket of baguettes
without buying one even when we still have the remains of the
previous two day's worth of baguettes at home. And the fresh tuna! Oh, don't get me started on the tuna, we still haven't found the limit of how much poisson cru two people can eat but we're trying hard. There are also three
churches, a very impressive football pitch complete with covered
stand, a very impressive traditional polynesian meeting place (which
really reminded me of Maori places in New Zealand), a post office
(which had run out of SIM cards), airconditioned ATMs (money + aircon = happy sailors) and a bar that doesn't open on weekends (we
arrived the Saturday morning of a long weekend, great timing for a
birthday boy).
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Gráinne beneath the mini-Everest.
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Endless tuna + limitless limes = infinite poisson cru. |
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The town of Atuona nestled between the mountains and the bay. |
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One of the churches. |
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Tikis at the entrance of the meeting place. |
We (slightly
nervously) checked in at the Gendarmerie and the very lovely Gendarme
couldn't have cared less about our suspiciously long trip from the
Galápagos "direct" to Hiva Oa. Then it was time for some
tourism. We visited the cemetery where Paul Gauguin and Jacques Brel
are buried. We went to the Gauguin museum. We went to the Espace
Jacques Brel to see his old plane. We indulged in a long Sunday lunch
at a restaurant overlooking the bay. We went to the bar on a weekday
and used their WiFi. We hired a car and drove along some pretty
spectacular roads, marvelling at this infrastructure on an island
where 1500 out of the 2000 population live in the main town anyway.
We visited an archeological site that made us ponder the relative
ease historically of life where breadfruit, mangoes, paw paw,
coconuts and pamplemousse grow wild, where there's plenty of fish in
the sea and the climate is balmy compared to life in the higher
latitudes where you had to plough, sow, harvest, preserve, kill furry
things for warm clothes and maintain warm homes. I guess it left
plenty of time to make decorative clothing, flower garlands and
indulge in the arts. And war with the neighbours of course, lots of
waring and warriors and (alleged) eating of enemies.
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Paul Gauguin's final resting place. |
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The birthday boy gets a slightly late birthday lunch and a first Polynesian beer. |
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Karl's current look: a Panama hat, a Galway t-shirt, Galapagos shark boardies and neon yellow runners. All set off just beautifully by the three brightly coloured cable ties holding his watch strap together. |
Someone was very determined that this coast could be conquered by road (or they may just have been drunk).
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The largest historic tiki in Polynesia (there are some very big modern ones). Now, obviously the Easter Island Moai are bigger but I guess they don't count as tiki. This claim may be like Australia's tendency to have the the biggest things "in the southern hemisphere outside of South Africa". |
After the tourism it was time to get serious again. There is a boatyard at the harbour so were were able to get some tasks done - laundry, fuel refills and a spinnaker repair. I think we both now agree that the best place for the newly repaired spinnaker is safely in its bag below deck. It may never see the light of day again, poor thing.
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The sailmaker did some Friday evening overtime to get the spinnaker ready before our departure. |
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Boatyard cats. In my next life I'm going to be a boatyard cat. |
And when there
seemed to be nothing else left to do we got tattoos. Everyone here is
tattooed. Apparently the Marquesas maintained a particularly strong
tradition compared to other polynesian islands during the period when
missionaries were discouraging the practice. After a while admiring the very attractive Marquesan tattoo style on the very
attractive Marquesans we were ready to take the plunge and each get
our own little patutiki. The lovely Kaha Autuche created one for each of us
using traditional symbols based around travel, navigation and the sea as
souvenirs of our trip.
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Kaha maintaining a very firm grip on my leg as he attacks my ankle. |
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Kaha focusing intently on Karl while Karl focuses intently on his book. |
Then we bade farewell to Hiva Oa, braved the Bordelais Channel again (correct direction this time) and had a beautiful little sail back down here to Tahuata. And now we're just sucking the marrow while awaiting our weather window north.
Where is the photo of the tattoos?!
ReplyDeleteSorry dude I don't have editorial discretion! If they don't pop up in a future blog, you get to see them in the flesh in a few months :-)
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