June 10

Really hate to gush, but the dive this morning lived up to its rep. Won't bore with another description, but just think of all the fish and coral on earth dumped into this pass where you fly along between grabbing on for a few stops. May even have gotten some good video. If there is finally good internet somewhere, will post some stills. Bound for Toau, about 40 miles north, for another possible dive tomorrow afternoon where the grass is reputed to be even greener.

How Polynesians avoid the ignominy of lard-buttage where French pastry is made defies logic. Since the boulangerie sells out by 0700, suspect a quota arrangement. Of course, there's no secret to deliciousity (not a real word), i.e. copious infusion of butter and sugar. It's like frying. Cardboard would be scrumptious deep fried with sugar.

East side of Fakarava has a very long stretch of contiguous land. Road connecting it all was just paved two years ago which has resulted in, what else, kids on roller blades.

David & Jacqui (Jackster), who traveled Fakarava (short 'a' sounds) to Toau (toe OW) today, are still newly weds and so obviously in love, wanted to share the following in their honor.

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening

Jack