16 June 2012 | Asinvari, Maewo
16 June 2012
The usual purpose of trailing behind the boat a hook embellished with flashy plastic and rubber camouflage is to catch fish (Non-mammal aquatic creatures are generally pretty dim and don't appreciate the limited nutritional value). Someone should have mentioned this sooner. With one albeit delicious, yellow finned exception our activity in this area has been disappointing. We have, however, dedicated ourselves to remedy that regrettable circumstance and ingest more omega-3s.
After a lovely and restful night with only a trifling effect from the remarkably strong gin & tonics force on us (forced I say) by Sue from Haku II previous evening, Jan & I were adopted this morning by a family in the village of Asinvari (which, if understood correctly, means the volcanic rock which comprises a large bit of shore here). Each of the nine crews had its own family. Rally organizer John Martin of Windflower was adopted by the head guy Chief Nelson a few years ago. In exchanging gifts we received two beautiful handmade baskets and an avocado. Spokesman Darlinda will bring us eggs in the morning. Good thing as we were facing the wretched eventuality of eggless brekkie.
A canyon into the shore created by eroded lava flow provided us with an absolutely brilliant, afternoon snorkel. Caves, tunnels, dive-throughs and some spectacularly colorful fish would have made even Gary on Inspiration Lady, who has an aversion to seawater, fancy getting wet. Rinsing off the salt under a shoreside waterfall 100 meters from our boat didn't suck either.
Pig roast tomorrow and more snorkeling. Sun beaming, breeze wafting, mandatory boat work absent, ice out the wazoo. Convenient that this is not always thus as such thusness would bring everyone here with none left to support us thusly.