While at anchor off of the village at Fakarava North I was almost shocked to see an airplane land off in the distance. I haven't seen one of them since leaving Mexico almost three months ago. There's a main street in the village but not that many cars driving around. No place to drive really, one way evidently takes you to the airport and the other way goes down the motu for several miles past lots of small pearl farms and at least one small resort. There's a nice little church, decorated much like the one in Faka South. Lots of bright colors and sea shell garlands strung from one edge of the ceiling to the other, criss-crossing here and there. We walked up and down the main road. There's two small markets, one also being the boullangerie (bakery) and a fruit stand. It's Sunday though so everything is closed. We'll come back tomorrow and try to find some fresh fruit and veggies and maybe some eggs and baguettes. We're pretty much out of fresh stuff on the boat now. I've got a few carrots, a couple of pamplemousse, and a really sorry looking cabbage that's now something of a science experiment (all the way from Mexico). We also say several small groups of people setting up little altars decorated with woven palms, candles and flowers, maybe every quarter mile or so. We've learned that later today the church is having some sort of religious procession. We'll have to come and check it out. Our mates Karen and Jim on 'Sockdolager' made it today after their five day passage from the Marquesas. We had a fun reunion as we always do. They are headed south though and we're headed west so we must say goodbye again soon. We'll say to them what we've said to others...See You In Tahiti!