Back to the Roots
17 August 2017
Well readers, the fleshpots, bars and bistros of Vuda Point Marina on Fiji are behind us. About 350 miles fast miles behind. We left in a bit of a blow and made possibly our fastest 24 hour run ever....190 miles. OK, so that's a fast walk but in monohull terms, that's pretty good going.
And where are we going? The Back to the Roots festival in Vanuatu. A couple of months ago, Patricia, our virtual friend who is on the Net every morning broadcasting the weather from her home in New Zealand, thoroughly recommended attendance at this main island event. So, as ones who need a date and a place to be somewhere, sometime, this was as a good target for us as any. Not that we know what it is.
Back to the Roots? A festival for ageing women who have opted to quit dyeing their hair? A farmers cooperative intent on raising interest in a vegetarian lifestyle? An Alex Hayley fans symposium; maybe a bit like a Star Trek symposium?
Who knows, and in fact, who really cares. We've a date and a venue and that's a good enough reason to head west. That and it was time to go. Cyclone season is just 10 weeks away and we need to be safely tucked up in Australia by then.
First stop, and one reason we left when the forecast was a bit on the wild side, was to get to the Vanuatu island of Tanna before a big front and contrary winds appears. nly for a couple of days will the anchorage be tenable, so off we jolly well went. Apparently, this island is one of the last in the world where you can go and actually stick your head over the rim of an active, bubbling and burping volcano. ETA is tomorrow evening, then a climb up the smouldering volcano cone to great some great pics and possibly asphyxiated.