Enough Culture to Get Us Through the Leeward Islands

We did not post a blog last night because we were cultured-out! Really it was a day full of the best of French Polynesia. The first weeks of July feature the annual Heiva celebration. For 30 years the Polynesians have celebrated their culture with art, music and games. The first of these events occurred when the Queen overrode the doomsaying missionaries who banned music and dance. The queen saw that music and dance and games was good for her people and declared the first festival.

Our first glimpse of the festivities was with the outrigger race from Tahiti to Moorea, around Moorea and back. Remember, it took Charisma 3 hours to sail to Moorea. The six hour outrigger race started in the channel right off the quay that we were tied to. It was wild. The support motor boats and fan speed boats outnumbered the outriggers five to one. And the wave action was crazy. The enthusiasm was contagious.

The Heiva also honors the best arts and crafts from all of the islands with a display of their creative abilities – all for sale of course. This year’s craft theme centered around sea shells and weaving. And the Polynesians brought out all of their best work. Bob and I walked to the “fairgrounds” (about 1.5 miles) down Prince Hanoi street. As it was Sunday there was very little activity but a pleasant walk. The show itself featured quilts (yeah!), jewelry made from carved shells and mother of pearl, tattoo displays (again and again we were stopped to talk about the origins of Bob’s tattoo), carving, weaving and some good food and music. We were overwhelmed by the variety of uses for sea shells. The creativity was overflowing.

We have spent many hours looking for cowrie shells on the beach. I know now why we found very few. They were used for stunning necklaces, purses and other household decorations. The quilting was pretty rudimentary but fun to look at anyway. The weaving ranged from credit card holders to floor mats to hats of all sizes and shapes. We had hoped to run into some of our favorite artisans from the Marquesas but did not. However some of the carvings looked very familiar. All in all, a great show but mostly we are even more pleased with the unique items we have collected thus far directly from the artists.

During our stay at the quay we could see the stadium that had been set up for the musical performances and nightly we could hear the different groups performing. So of course we needed to see a show. Eight of us decided to see if we could get last minute tickets and were fortunate enough to be first in line when the ticket office opened. We snagged the last batch of good seats. These dance groups include 100 dancers, up to 30 ukuleles and drummers, 5 costume changes per performance and one or two costumed personnel whose sole job is to wander through the dancers picking up parts of the costumes that fall off. The dancers were fabulous. The choreography fascinating. Man are these guys and girls in good shape! And the joy that they projected in their dance and smiles….I agree with the queen – it is good for the soul!

There were also two chanting/singing groups that performed in between the dance groups. Unfortunately we didn’t get the full experience due to the language barrier. Even knowing the story in advance it was hard to really appreciate their efforts. But the Tahitians seemed to love them.

We were exhausted by the time we returned to the boats at 11 pm. Can there be too much culture in one day? Perhaps.

Today was spent waiting for our duty-free alcohol delivery. Held hostage by rum. Luckily the siege ended around 1500 with us getting our delivery in time to leave the quay and move about 4 miles around the island to Marina Taina. And while waiting for our delivery I took advantage of the dock water and got caught up on all of the laundry while Bob updated some pictures.

Being tied to the quay was a special experience. Most of the famous sailors, from Cook to Slocum, have docked here. I wonder if they too had to climb over their bowsprits like we have to exit their boat. Every time we made the maneuver Bob wondered if we would make it. I tried not to think about it much. Well today, as I hurried to help a boat that was coming in next to us (Bob was fending him off of the solar panels) I moved too quickly and found myself dangling from the bowsprit. Gotta love adrenalin because before anyone on the dock even noticed I was able to pull myself back up onto Charisma and try it again. Success! And the incoming boat was thrilled to have help tying up.

So now we are tied to a mooring ball off of Marina Taina where we hope to go ashore to the Costco-like store that was too far from the downtown quay for us to visit. Tomorrow we’ll dinghy ashore and provision (all except liquor which we have already completed!) for the next part of our journey.

Papeete Day

Getting down to our last couple days, we spent today walking around Papeete. The problem was-we walked the wrong way. We went all the way to the airport, which looks to be around 4 miles one way. It just got less and less interesting all the way. Once we got to an overlook where we could look down on the runway, we looked at the map and said; “whoops”, we wanted to go the other way. So then we walked all the way back at which point we had lunch (mahi mahi burger; highly recommended!). After lunch we realized the “Round Moorea outrigger race” was coming back and we sat on Charisma and had a ringside seat to watch the finish. I can’t really describe the madness other than to say it’s a huge event here, there were at least 30 canoes and for each canoe there were at least five motor boats that followed providing hydration and support. The race was over six hours in the tropical heat and they crossed the ocean to Moorea and back. Whew, made me so tired I had to take a nap.

We then had a lovely dinner to celebrate John from Orcinius’ release from the hospital. He had an angiogram and all is well. So John, and Lisa from Orcinius, John and Pat from The Rose, Bob and Linda from Bright Angel and John’s brother Walt who is here for two weeks and we all went out to dinner and John surprised us all by picking up the bill for thanking everyone for their support. The reality here though is that John and Lisa are most wonderful people and we are all happy to stand by them.

Tomorrow we’re hoping to get tickets to the dance/music event of the year. More about that tomorrow. You think I sound tired? You’d be right.

Two more days. We’ll be leaving on Monday.

Getting Ready to Move On

Most of today was spent getting ready to move on. I went to the Port Captain’s office to check out. The French (like the Mexicans) love their paperwork and even though it’s debatable If they ever do anything with the paper, they MUST have multiple copies and stamps on everything. After getting our exit papers, I was able to go over to the duty free liquor shop and buy rum, wine and whisky at amazingly low prices. It’s a reminder of how much tax is put on these items. We bought a case of rum for $10/bottle that sold at retail for $44 per bottle among other items. We ended this evening with a nice dinner at a local brew pub that make some nice beer and a mean pizza and had the opportunity to spend some time with John and Pat from “The Rose” who we have wanted to get to know better. A good time was had by all. Yesterday we took the dinghy about 4 miles downwind to go snorkel in the “aquarium”. It’s a nice spot with clear water inside the reef where it’s fun to swim. But after having dived at Fakarava we are now spoiled. This place didn’t have any live coral and just a few species of fish, so we were, “ho hum, not Fakarava”. The trip back needed a snorkel more than the swimming. 4 miles into the wind and waves in a small dinghy. Our friends in the other dinghy who went were wearing their masks and snorkels on the way back since the waves and winds were blowing so much water into the air and the boats. Ann had to bail for the last 2 miles to keep us afloat!

So we’re just hangin’ for the next two days. Our plan is to leave Monday afternoon (after the liquor arrives) for Huahine in the leeward islands. It’s 90 miles, so we’re OK to leave in the afternoon for a next morning arrival. If the liquor arrives late, we’ll just wait one more day, since we’re NOT on a schedule (yay!).

July 4th

Yesterday we realized it was going to be July 4th. So Ann got the dock interested in a BBQ party. Starting at 1700 we all gathered in front of Charisma for a July 4th BBQ complete with hot dogs and potato salad. We had Americans, Germans, Polish (the French were invited by were “unable to attend”) and the Italians had to leave early. Quite an international party.

Other than that, the highlight today was getting a custom sized paddleboard paddle for Ann. The one that came with our board is way too short and she is showing a strong aptitude for paddling so we bought a new one that is being custom sized. We pick it up tomorrow.

In the morning we’re meeting up with Orcinius and maybe Steve from Desolina and taking the dinghies about 45 minutes down the way to go snorkeling in a spot called the “Aquarium”. Hopefully it lives up to its name.

An Orcinius Day

Our friends on Orcinius needed to put a new headfoil on their boat, so that was most of our day, other than a couple hours mid-day where we went shopping while they were getting some parts.

A new headfoil means taking the headstay completely off the boat. Not a simple task, so it was a long day. I think we finished around 1900. They graciously took us to dinner to thank us for the help.

While I was doing that, Ann was cranking on the sewing machine. We now have all new diesel and water jug covers, a repaired stays’l cover, repaired storm jib cover, a domino bag for playing Mexican train and a cover for our American flag, so we can furl it at night.

We also found some needed stuff in town. Cruisers pay attention. Here’s a list of stuff we didn’t bring that we should have: -A new fresh water pump-our current one is noisy and I’m just waiting for the day it quits. Finally found one here. Happy to have a replacement for when the other one quits. General lesson: if you think something sounds odd, buy a replacement because it will likely break. If it’s critical, buy a replacement even if it works great. It’s all easy in the States, but virtually impossible once you are cruising. There are just no stores that have reliable supplies. -Rash guards. Also known as sun shirts. We forgot to buy them in the States where there’s a lot of choice and they are cheap. Basically a lycra shirt that protects you from the sun when you’re swimming. A regular tee-shirt doesn’t cut it because they are not tight enough and float up over your head. The lycra means they are tight/stretchy so they stay put. Some of our friends out here have body suits made of this stuff. It’s handy because if you’re going to snorkel a long time, the sunscreen wears off and the sun is very intense. -3M 5200 in small tubes. This stuff is the strongest glue there is and is useful in situations where nothing else will work. We’re thinking it might be our last resort glue to repair the keel tube in the dinghy. Bought two small tubes (at $14 each) so we can use on for the dinghy and have the other as a spare since inevitably the open tube will harden within a couple weeks. -Dinghy bilge pump. This is a biggie. We had one, but one night when we had to re-anchor, while moving the boat with the dinghy tied alongside, it flipped. Lucky the engine wasn’t on, but unlucky the bilge pump was in it and fell out never to be found. These are manual pumps and incredibly useful since it rains so much and the dinghy is always filling with rainwater. Your only other choice is to use a sponge and take twenty times as long to empty the boat. (Along with this is a dinghy anchor. You WILL use it in the South Pacific as there are few docks. You mostly anchor your dinghy in shallow water and wade into shore. We use a grapple type anchor since it folds easily and stores out of the way.

OK, that’s it. Exciting huh? Well, we’ll have a few more days like this just getting ready for the next four months of our cruise, then we’re back to island cruising. Probably leaving here Monday.

By the way, we hope everyone is enjoying a fine long weekend for the 4th of July. Strange being here where it’s nothing but another day.

Charisma Sweatshop

One of the fish stalls in Papeete market

And the rest of the market hall. We like shopping in places like this. Each vendor has their own spot. The only hassle is you have to pay each vendor when you buy stuff. The just rent the booths.

Selling lamb whole. This is one of the freezers in the market. What's really weird is seeing one of these in a shopping cart!

Today, the big event was Ann getting out the sewing machine and making covers for the jerry jugs up on the bow. There are seven, five-gallon plastic jugs. Two have diesel, one has gasoline, three have water and one has rum. They are our “last resort” jugs if we run out of essential liquids (yes rum is essential in the tropics). Since they are plastic, even though strong plastic, they are subject to deterioration from the sun, hence the covers. Hard work sewing in the hot cabin, even with the fans on. Sweat shop conditions.

I got up “early” (meaning before Ann, but only just) and walked up to the store and bought croissants and baguettes for breakfast. My only other real contribution for the day was to download pictures for the last month or so to this blog and to Facebook. Time consuming, but not hard.

I walked back up to the market just before lunch as Ann reminded me we were having Bob and Linda from Bright Angel over for dinner and I was cooking tuna. We didn’t have any tuna. I had to get some from the store and the local market closes at 1400. I think the person I bought the tuna from was impressed that I asked to smell it. I wanted to make sure it was fresh and she looked happy that I took an interest.

We had a great time with Bob and Linda and dinner came out great. Tuna marinated in soy sauce, wasabi, lemon pepper and a touch of chili pepper. Grilled rare inside and served over rice with Haricot Vert (French beans that are about two feet long-I cut them into two inch pieces) and Linda’s cole slaw. Perfect night.

That’s another part of cruising. We didn’t go anywhere, but had a great day.

Back To Papeete

We got one of the last spots. By the time this picture was taken some more had opened up.

Racing back to be exact. Not racing against other boats, but racing against the weather. And sort of racing against other boats. Let me explain.

We knew there was going to be a storm blowing through this area around 2000 today. Given that, we wanted to be out of Moorea and firmly tied up at the Quay in Papeete well before dark. We started putting things away fairly early this morning so we could leave. Paddleboard deflated and rolled up, check. Dinghy motor put away and dinghy deflated and tied down on deck, check. Snorkling stuff picked up off the deck and put away, check. Boarding ladder put away, check and on down the list of stuff that needs to be squared away after sitting at anchor for five days.

Just as we’re ready to hoist along comes a new friend in their dinghy to say “hi”. Nice to chat but we’re working against a deadline at this point. But we chat a while and after half an hour announce that we really have to go. Now we’re getting a bit late. OK, anchor up and we’re out. Later than I would have hoped to leave, so now we’re starting to feel the headwind predicted and see the beginning of the three meter swell. Halfway across to Tahiti I can see the storm front. It’s very well defined with low cumulous clouds followed by a wall of stratus, suggesting there were be a gusty front and lightning. Now I really want to get into Tahiti soon and we’re racing the storm. We’re 4 miles out to the southeast, the storm is coming down from the northeast and is about 10 miles away but no doubt going faster than we are. Who is going to get there first?

Just to complicate things, I know that there’s going to be very little room at the Quay downtown and I can see another boat also heading into Papeete about the same distance away as we, but coming down the coastline (whereas we are coming across the channel). I want to get there first, so I push the throttle up a bit to give us a little more speed. If we can’t tie up at the quay, the next available spot is an anchorage several miles away from town. At least another hour or two to set up there if we miss out at the quay.

Without recounting every detail, here’s the outcome: we entered the pass about 200 yards in front of the other boat and maybe a couple miles ahead of the storm front. Once inside we kept the speed up toward the quay and I had Ann steer while readying Charisma with fenders, bowlines, sternlines and such for tying up. I knew we would only have one shot at a space and if that didn’t turn out, the other boat would grab any other one that might be available. As we turned into the cove where the quay is located I had the binoculars out and was scanning the available space. Not much, but I saw one likely looking spot and committed to going there. We squeezed in (with Ann doing a tremendous job handling the bowlines, which was a critical job given the wind (now increasing to 20 knot gusts) and the ebbing tide. We secured the bowlines, grabbed the stern mooring line and snugged it up and were stable within minutes. The boat behind us motored past looking for a spot, but it turns out we got the very last one. He was out of luck. Last we saw before dark, he was side-tied to the road against a cement dock. I think he’s going to stay there for the night since it’s too late to move. If the wind really kicks up, he’s going to spend a lot of time fending off to avoid boat damage.

Nearby there is also a graphic example of what happens when you “goof” out here. A mile down the way is a boat that made some kind of mistake a week or so ago and is firmly stuck on the reef. It’s not salvageable at this point having dragged across 100 yards of reef it’s sitting in two feet of water and people are stripping it. Sad to see. I don’t know what happened but likely that they either fell asleep at the helm or tried to come in at night and got confused with the lights. That’s why we’re so conservative. I always set approach waypoints at least 10 miles offshore and don’t go into anyplace at night where there’s a reef.

We lucked out on the spot on the quay. We also did well on the storm. We can see lightning in the distance and the rain started up at 2000 as advertised. I feel really good that we’re snugged in here and will sleep well tonight. I’ll even enjoy watching the lightning approach and listening to the rain on cabin top. It’s a soothing sound when you’re tied up and not worried about dragging anchor down on a lee shore.

We’ll be here exploring Tahiti for about 5 days or so. I want to find a whaling museum. If anyone can find out where there is one, please let me know.

Peeling Potoatoes

Ann and Bob just enjoying Moorea

Jerry has hit it spot on- that what some of these days are about (or should be about) is just doing little things exceptionally well and “in the moment”.

Today, I did napping exceptionally well.

OK, prior to the napping we took the dinghy way out to the barrier reef and snorkeled for an hour, then came back to Charisma and scrubbed the waterline and the barnacles that have collected on the underwater metal parts like the rudder hinges and propeller strut. That took about an hour and a half of hard scrubbing in the water so, yeah, I did a really good nap.

After that nap, Ann and I each took a shower (on deck-she with the solar shower, me with our teapot) and then in preparation for having some friends over for cocktails–I took another nap. This one in the quarterberth. The previous one was just on deck, but the sun was getting too intense around 1500 to nap on deck. Ann made cookies. Exceptionally well. I know ’cause I got to lick the spoon.

So, peeling potatoes. No adventure, just enjoying the day.

This evening we had a delightful time hosting “Ladybug”-a couple from Canada in a Coast 34 (Chris and Rani) and Vicky from “Inspiration At Sea”, a Hans Christian 38. We swapped lies as they say, for 3-4 hours and they rowed home in the moonlight. Fortunately we had leftover stew which we heated up and just finished. I’m going to post this note and go up in the cockpit and enjoy the beautiful night-our last in Moorea.

We’re leaving tomorrow. There’s a storm of sorts coming in late tomorrow. Doesn’t seem to be packing a lot of wind, but it’s supposed to rain for a while. Depending on who you talk to anywhere from a few hours to three days. My take from last night’s grib files is about 12 hours from Sunday evening into Monday sometime. We’ll see. I just hope it waits until we’re snugged back in at the Quay (the floating dock downtown) in Papeete.