Stick a Fork in Me
08 May 2010 | Hanavave, Fatu Hive, Marquesas
Anthem at Fatu Hiva
Arrived in Hanavave just at sunrise after minimal sleep, tidied working rig, unshipped dinghy and motor, ate breakfast and, then, accompanied friends on several kilometer trek up to mountaintop cross overlooking anchorage, then another to waterfall for icy plunge in its lower pool where crawfish nibbled our toes. Large sixteen year old Fatu Havan girl gave me papaya and requested to visit boat, was waiting at quay for our return. Jacksters graciously volunteered to stay while large (did I mention large) jeune fille requested gifts of everything from rope to rum. Interesting exchange, but will henceforth look gift fruit in mouth.
While hefty guest was denied adult beverage, host was not and imbibed mass quantities before and after canned chicken and dumplings dinner. Will now shower and retire to boudoir where long, uninterrupted repose will ensue to prepare for onshore, local prepared barbecue of pig, goat, fish and chicken at 1100.
Chamber of Commerce type hyperbole has described this anchorage as most beautiful in the world. With disappointment written all over expectations, was surprised to discover agreement. The place is absolutely stunning. A photo gives some sense, but the panoramic vista from a boat (or walking around) is quite remarkable. Catholic missionaries, shocked by inhabitant given appellation, renamed it Bay of Virgins. From picture (pending), guess original name and which is more apropos. Think naughty. Starts with a 'P' ends with an 'S' - too easy.