Well, if there's nothing in THE papers, other than pictures of celebrities you've never heard of, photographed and, scandal, apparently a couple of pounds heavier than when last snapped through the bushes by some paparazzi at 200 yards and/or recently split for the fourth time after a full 5 months of marriage to their latest hunk, it seems there is money IN papers.

Rupert Murdoch turned up in the marina in Vertigo, his 64 metre, 850 ton ketch. The water level rose 3 inches when they arrived and the lights dimmed when he plugged into shore power.

We walked round to say hello but either he and Jerry were down below or maybe just too busy. Ahhh. Young love.

Today's grand outing was to the Mussee de Tahiti et Les Isles with Trevor and Jan from Villomee. An hour on the bus in the morning rush hour traffic of Papeete then another two wandering around the museum. The blessing here was that, as they didn't have any, there were no ranks cases of broken plates to admire.

Instead, wood.

Wooden plates. Wooden bowls. Wooden boats. Wooden spears. All to go with their houses which, of course, are made of, you guessed, wood. With a bit of thatched palm tree leaves for roofing.

All seemed to be going well for the Polynesians, populated from the west over centuries by pretty good sailors and navigators. Then the western influence made its impact.

Measles, mead and missionaries. Not necessarily in that order.

Despite all that, the friendly locals got on very well with their guests from afar. Too friendly for Captain Cook's crew who brought gifts of nails, clothes and, latterly, small children.

We had our own friendly welcome yesterday hitch hiking back from a trip to the closed museum, when a local chap went ten miles out his way to run us back to the boat. Polynesia has been like that throughout. Friendly, welcoming folk, in a clean and tidy environment.

We're moving on tomorrow just in case we get Velcro'd permanently to the easy life of the marina. Not sure whether north or south. We'll see where the wind blows us.