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Anthem Adrift
Tastes Like Chicken
05/18/2010, Anaho Bay, Nuku Hiva, Marquesas

May 17

Needn't have worried about arriving in Anaho Bay early as wind died for and hour and a half in the middle, then again turning NE corner of Nuku Hiva. After sailing across the Pacific without cranking the thing once, diesel seemed a particularly obtrusive clatter. Trying to hoard fuel as Tahiti, with duty free, next reasonable fuel stop. A fill-up in Taiohae (Nuku Hiva's main port) requires a boat mortgage or your first born male child.

Dropped the hook at 0730 in a very well protected anchorage and snoozed until noon. With a good snorkeling reef inshore, a village 45 minutes over the hill and another bay east, will probably hang here for a couple of days before working around to bioluminescent Hanga Haa Bay at Taipivai. Cruisers who just arrived from there saw the perfect illuminated outline of a hammerhead shark as it swam by. Herman Melville wrote "Typee" after deserting his whaling ship and escaping to the kind attentions of cannibalistic Marquesans in the Taipi valley.

Took Dave & Jaqui on shore to explore. Found a few houses, a small chapel, four incredibly affectionate dogs and kittens (two each) and the most humongous lime tree on the planet, the size of a giant oak with itty bitty limes (iti in Marquesan means small). Jacksters invited me over for curried something dinner. It was excellent because it was delicious, but any meal someone else prepares has a leg up on greatness.

Jack

Blowing Through
05/16/2010, En Route to Anaho Bay, Nuku Hiva, Marquesas

May 16

Sleeping in meant waking up at 0615 instead of 0555. Major whoop! Charged batteries, desalinated water and found bits to fix. Really just need to clean the place, but always find something else to do: nap, visit, explore... nap.

Got itchy feet so took off before noon to anchor Hanamenu Bay on NW corner of Hiva Oa for a few hours and a nap before meeting others at Anaho Bay, Nuku Hiva (about 85 miles) tomorrow after an overnight. Bad idea. Wind, having backed into northeast, came around headland right into thusly untenable bay. So, got early start on passage in stiff breeze and two meter sea. Will shorten sail later to avoid O dark approach. Things go bump in the night, you know.

Wouldn't you think, if retired with no schedule, one could relax with all the time in the world? Doesn't happen. Things to do, places to go, people to see. It's not an airline, but time pressure still nags. Plus cyclone season starts November and may want to be in New Zealand by then. Ninety mile an hour winds look way cooler on the weather channel than from the deck of your boat.

Jack

Head for Bed
05/16/2010, Hana Moe Noa Bay, Tahuata, Marquesas

May 15

Ho hum, another spectacular anchorage at Tahuata. At least Resolution Bay allows one to surf his dinghy between the riprap to go ashore. Gary and Jackie caught an especially large breaker up into the rocks. Looked like those pictures you see of roller coasters just as riders realize they've made a terrible mistake. Dog-eared prop appears to have been lone casualty.

More head trouble. No, not the crazy one that got me here, the porcelain rascal that's been such a nuisance. After rewiring, tank gauge had again gone dead. Turns out that discharge siphon break was spewing effluvium onto new wire connection corroding it right through in just a few weeks. Bad stuff. Spent a delightfully heady afternoon repairing all. Gray clothing evidences that nearly depleted Clorox has been used for other than laundry.

After exploring Vaitahu, motored a few miles north to Hana Moe Noa Bay to look for mantas. Nada, but a nice beach and beautiful sunset followed by Mexican train dominoes on Jackster. I am a graceful winner.

Considered rising in the O darks to attempt Ua Pao by sunset tomorrow. Sixty five miles and eleven hours if the wind blows. Reconsidered. Sleeping in. Could go to Hanamenu on Hiva Oa tomorrow night for shorter hop next day. Alternatively, sleeping in could become habitual. Hey, what's paradise for, anyway?

Jack

A Mark of Excelence
05/14/2010, Resolution Bay, Hatuata, Marquesas

May 14

Quite a todo in the village this morning. Looked like entire population turned out for the marathon. Young guys on horses followed each runner in to the finish line with drum accompaniment. Strangely, none of the witnessed finishers looked close to death. Suspect times were a smidge over Olympic record.

Foul bottom in Atuona anchorage was kind to Anthem, but Inspiration Lady got their stern road wrapped under a gabion requiring scuba to cut line, freeing virtual family heirloom, stainless steel Danforth. Didn't even know there was such a thing. Dave on Jackster had to shinny to top of mizzen to reeve a halyard that had come free. With no such difficulties aboard Anthem and after offering aid, skipped out so as to finally get to new location first. Enjoyed a beautiful two hour sail to Resolution Bay on Tahuata (Fire Spirit), where a European named Mendana killed 70 Marquesans when he landed here in 1595. They don't seem to hold a grudge.

Bristol Rose sons, here for previous two days, got tattoos in Polynesian style. Had not, heretofore, the slightest desire for one, but these look quite nice. After reflection, decided to heed apposite description as "a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling" and demur. Besides, I can get one in Papeete.

Jack

All Washed Up
05/13/2010, Atuona, Hiva Oa, Marquesas

The Laundry

May 13

Have been reintroduced to wifi at the boat. Love it even if a skosh pricey and torpid. A few pictures are appearing on the web site with more to follow. Although some of photos on passage to Marquesas relate to immediate activities, many will be from previous adventures. Realm of possible shots was somewhat limited on passage.

Used a pool chemical bucket (thanks, Richard) to conduct laundering this morning/afternoon. Beating it on a rock at streamside would have been easier. Plenty of water at a wash stand near what passes for a dinghy dock, but six loads of one wash and two rinse and you could hang us all out to dry. Cockpit is adrape with drippy apparel as spin cycle left something to be desired.

Three speed, sixteen inch, Dahon, folding bike made its first appearance since, possibly, the Bahamas. Rotting tires (twenty years old) still manage to inhibit tube from escaping, but barely. After adjusting shifter, rode over the hill into Atuona to discover nearly everything closed for the holiday, but made it up to cemetiere to see a beautiful view and gravesites of Jacques Brel and Gauguin. Paul liked 13 year old girls and was not a favorite with the Catholic church.

Before sail to neighboring Tahuata may ride to village early tomorrow for annual marathon. Huh? Yup, sponsored by Air Tahiti. With minimum flat surface, 26 miles must be a grueling exercise. Of course, miles are statute, not nautical, and it's only the last 23 that really hurt.

Jack

Tres Facile
05/13/2010, Atuona, Hiva Oa, Marquesas

Anthem at Anthem

May 12

Atuona is more developed than anticipated, almost European in feel, with a few paved roads and numerous cars. Hiva Oa is, however, a huge disappointment. Scenery is merely spectacular instead of breathtakingly stunning. It had to happen eventually. One must make do.

Three kilometer walk into town was not toilsome at 0700 and offered a scenic view of anchorage. Lovely as was going, hitched a ride back on purpose. Caribbean customs and immigration offices are often disobligingly hidden, but finding gendarmerie here, where one can clear into all of French Polynesia, is not too difficult if one follows a few basic clues. Large 'Gendarmerie' sign on main roadway can be somewhat helpful. The lone official requested completion of a simple form (which was returned for mailing to Tahiti at nearby poste) at which he didn't look, nor at zarpe from Galapagos, didn't ask for bond, stamped passport and took up, perhaps, 10 minutes of the valuable time that would otherwise have been spent serving all mankind. Au revoir. Total cost about $.77. I love the French, even discounting le croissant et le baguette.

In the bird segment, today, we will recognize the distinctive whippoorwill, which have made their way here, possibly for the subsidized pastry. Also, while chicken on the hoof are generally not a favorite, roosters in Marquesas have brilliant plumage and are beautiful. However, at risk of hurt feelings or damaged psyches, regrettably, they are still rather stupid.

Jack

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