Unbelievably, we're still in Majuro, seven months after arriving here, and don't know when we might depart. I've been woefully deficient in adding to the blog, partly because this feels so like being "home" that it almost doesn't seem like cruising, which is what the blog is all about. (I have added lots of new albums of pictures to the photo gallery over the last few months, so do take a look there.) We'd expected to be here in the Marshalls only 4 months or so, but with one thing and another, the time has stretched on and on. Fortunately, it's been a very pleasant place to be, with lots of great friends old and new, and lots going on.
The main reason for delay has been our decision to re-rig the boat here, which means replacing the wire and many of the fittings which hold the mast up. The boat is 10 years old, and it is thought to be prudent to replace the standing rigging after 10 years. We had one shroud fitting fail last summer in French Polynesia, which served as a reminder of the importance of replacing important gear before it has a chance to fail. We've heard of several boats which have had serious rigging failures, including some good friends of ours here who lost their mast a few months ago, and it is definitely an experience we would prefer to avoid.
We had originally planned to do the complete re-rig in New Zealand this coming winter, but then had second thoughts about sailing to NZ this year. We also discovered that we could re-rig here, with the help of Ted, a very experienced boat builder who is here on another yacht, and who works very reasonably. So then our plan changed to ordering all the needed bits and pieces to be delivered to be shipped here this summer, and we would do the work after returning here next fall after a summer in Fiji and Tonga. When up the mast measuring for the order, Bryan discovered that another shroud was showing serious signs of wear, and we decided we'd go ahead and expedite the order and re-rig now. Unfortunately, the order didn't get shipped as quickly as we'd hoped, and when it arrived was not completely right, necessitating a second order which we're awaiting now. In the meantime, Bryan and Ted have removed the forestay and have it ready to go back up as soon as the proper new fitting arrived (we have an inner forestay and a halyard doing duty in the meantime) and have replaced the back stay. The shrouds (the wires on the sides of the mast) are awaiting fittings, but should go pretty quickly once the right sized parts arrive.
Our plan to spend the summer in Fiji is now seriously in doubt. Fiji, which has had 3 coups in the last 10 years, and currently has a government that is making new rules right and left making cruising there more difficult. The latest rule is that a boat can only stay for a maximum of 9 months before paying to import the boat, for 27% of the value of the boat as determined by their surveyor plus 12.5% VAT. We don't have a problem with limiting our stay to 9 months or less, but they further decided that once a boat has entered, even if they've only stayed for one week, they cannot come back into Fiji after they leave until at least 9 months have elapsed without paying the import duty. Since we're so delayed leaving here, if we did go to Fiji this summer, we'd only be able to stay a short time before returning here for the winter. Our insurance doesn't allow us to stay in Fiji or anywhere in that neighborhood through the winter as it is cyclone season there. Our best options are returning here, or going to NZ, and we had decided to spend another winter here as we've quite enjoyed it and want to spend more time exploring the outer islands here. Fiji is a wonderful cruising ground, and really deserves several months to properly experience, so it just doesn't make sense to go there this year when we'd only be able to stay a short time, and then wouldn't be able to go back there next year. So.... it looks like this summer will be spent seeing the Marshalls and maybe more of Kiribati which is just to the south and saving Fiji for next summer.
In these days of rising oil prices and falling dollar, Majuro is more attractive as a place to hang out than many others in the Pacific. The currency here is the US dollar, the mail is US Postal Service, and Americans are welcome. Fortunately, we make our own water and power on the boat, although at least some of it is dependant on diesel power, and diesel here is over $5/gallon and rising monthly. But we feel far luckier than folks ashore here - electric rates have gone up over 40% in the last year, and it now costs over $14/month to burn one 100 watt light bulb for 12 hours/day! The rising oil prices have caused many other prices to rise, because they affect shipping costs and virtually everything else. Add that to the rising prices in food caused by worldwide shortages, and these are very tough times for the islanders. Many have elected to give up on electricity all together, or to severely limit their consumption of it, and their already poor diets are likely to suffer as well. While we are experiencing higher prices in the grocery store, the stories we hear about prices in NZ, Australia and the French islands, where currency exchange is a big factor, make us grateful that we do not have to pay much more.
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We've been in Majuro now since early December, and have been quite enjoying our stay here. The cruising community is quite active, with weekly dinners, occasional picnics and other parties, monthly races, weekly card games and so on. I've been working as an attorney, mainly on one case contesting the November election for a former member of the parliament, but also helping on a few others. The one case has been going slowly lately, but hopefully it will get transferred to another attorney this week so that we can go cruising to the outer islands with nothing hanging over my head. The weather was very rainy for our first month here, but has lately broken out in far more sunny days than rainy ones, and the colors in the lagoon on a bright sunny day are just mesmerizing. We just spent the weekend anchored off a small island 4 miles down the lagoon, where the snorkeling was great.
I've just added photos from American Samoa, and have lots more islands ready to add, but for some reason there isn't any caption with these pictures, so I'll see if I can figure out the problem before adding the next ones.
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We've been here 3 weeks and it's been unbelievably hectic, largely because I agreed to practice law again, taking a case contesting the recent chaotic election. As a result I haven't yet updated the blog for several islands, thinking I'd have plenty of time to do it here. For a brief update, see our Christmas letter, and check back soon when I hope I will get entries in for the last several islands, and many pictures of some very exotic places.
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
This has truly been a very special year for Ursa Minor and her crew. We have sailed almost 10,000 miles across the Caribbean, through the Panama Canal, and out across the seemingly endless Pacific Ocean. Along the way came a myriad of new experiences, dozens of new friends and an enhanced appreciation of the vastness of this world as well as reminders of how small a world it can be.
Cruising the southern Caribbean we saw the pristine, isolated islands off the coast of Venezuela, the sophisticated islands of Bonaire and Curacao, and then the delightful San Blas Islands off Panama where the Kuna Indians live a very traditional life style in thatched huts and dugout sailing canoes. Imagine our surprise when a Kuna family in colorful traditional clothing paddled up in a dugout canoe to offer a trade of fish for our charging up their cell phone for them! We also loved the San Blas for the dozens of protected anchorages in crystal clear water surrounded by coral reefs full of fish, and for the molas made by the women - very colorful embroidery on unique reverse appliqué designs.
Transiting the Panama Canal was an exciting time, made all the more enjoyable by the company of old friends Sharon Allen and Joyce Bearse, two lady captains who were friends from our VI days. Days before and after the canal were filled with making new friends, seeing old ones, exploring Panama and provisioning the boat at fabulous prices. Heaven only knows when we'll find rum or beer that cheap again!
Just past Panama, we had a short restful stop in the Las Perlas Islands (where the dozens of jumping manta rays made up for the murky water, numerous floating logs, and huge tidal range) before setting off on our then longest passage: 8 days to the Galapagos Islands. Crossing the equator en route we had a ceremony thanking King Neptune for his kindness and generosity.
The Galapagos Islands were a wondrous treat. The tortoises are just as amazing as we'd imagined, and our favorite was Pepe, a 300 year old family pet who came when called by name and just loved chowing down on fresh papaya. We rode horses up to an extinct volcano caldera, and then hiked down into the eerie and barren landscape. We snorkeled with sea lions, eagle rays, penguins and sharks, and laughed at the antics of the hundreds of sea lions frolicking in the harbor, as they tried to crawl aboard any boat that looked to offer a nice sunning spot.
Next came our longest passage to date, to the Marquesas - over 3000 miles across mostly fairly tame ocean, where weeks would go by without sight of another boat. It took us 22 days, and never was a landfall more welcome, especiallyafter the final 48 hours included lots of rain and squalls and occasional winds to 40 knots. Our first island in French Polynesia, Fatu Hiva, was truly magical - fantastic rock pinnacles framing lush green valleys extending deep into the towering mountains, a very welcoming population that were far more into trading than any we've seen before or since (Bryan's bright orange crocs bought a cornucopia of goodies including food and carvings), and a friendly bunch of fellow cruisers who had all proven themselves by getting there. We stopped at 3 or 4 other islands as we worked our way up the Marquesas, spending almost a month at the most populous, Nuka Hiva, where Bryan got his first "personal" Pacific souvenir - a traditional tattoo of a manta ray with a tiki embedded within.
Another week's passage brought us to the Tuamotus - a huge group of coral atolls, very low-lying clusters of islands spread along reefs built up on the rims of ancient sunken volcanoes. The most fabulous snorkeling we have ever done was at Fakarava where several times we drifted y with the rushing incoming tide through the pass and into the lagoon, surrounded by the most colorful and varied coral and huge numbers and varieties of sea life, including dozens of disinterested sharks. We toured a pearl farm, and bought some of the famous Polynesian black pearls.
Then the Society Islands of French Polynesia, best-known for Tahiti. Our favorite isle was Huahine, where we spent several lazy sunny days in a flat calm anchorage surrounded by reefs and a long sandy beach, had dinner ashore in a beach restaurant with fancy French food and sand between our toes. Tahiti gave us our "big city" fix, and was far more enjoyable than we'd been led to expect by some who'd been put off by its hustle and bustle. The huge indoor produce, seafood and handicraft market was always enchanting. The "roulottes" (vans that rolled into the park nightly, pulling out tables, chairs, grilles and whatever else necessary to transform them into cozy restaurants) offered great food for reasonable prices. We hitchhiked the length of the island to visit the Gauguin Museum and could easily imagine the fascination these islands held for him. Stays at Moorea, Raiatea, Tahaa and Bora Bora all were delightful as well.
A 5 day passage through very rolly seas brought us to lovely Suwarrow Atoll, a national park of the Cook Islands, inhabited only by another 5 or 6 cruising yachts and caretakers John and Veronica and their 4 boys. They made our stay there very special, with frequent potlucks on the beach (including a birthday party for Bryan's 64th), tours to various small islands in the atoll to see thousands of breeding seabirds, huge coconut crabs, and great snorkeling spots. Judy had a small stroke while there, which proved to be very minor - only a 5 hour memory loss and never any speech or motor impairment - and served as a strong reminder of the importance of regularly taking one's blood pressure meds.
Another 5 day passage to American Samoa where Judy got a CT scan and other tests, as well as some additional meds, and we spent a month waiting for everything we needed to arrive in spits and spurts. The inner harbor, unfortunately the only place on the island to anchor, was filthy and frequently subject to strong nasty odors from the two fish canneries, and received more rain fall than anywhere we'd ever been. Mildew grew rampantly, but at least our tanks stayed full. The people were very nice - a couple we met at the hospital invited us to their home, the American ex-pats welcomed us at the Yacht Club and ferried us around shopping and eating. Here was a small world incident - within 15 minutes of meeting ex-pat Brad Rhea we discovered that one of the memorial services for Judy's deceased nephew Teddy was held at his daughter's house in Washington State. Bryan got his second Pacific tattoo, an ankle band in a traditional Samoan style, at the Tattoo Fest held at Tisa's Barefoot Bar, a delightful beach bar strongly reminiscent of Foxy's at Jost Van Dyke in the BVI. Our tour of the Chicken of the Sea cannery was an eye-opener. It's hard to believe the ocean holds any more tuna when you see how many tons of fish they process in a day.
On to Wallis, a small French island that's ringed by a fringing reef. Surprisingly, many people spoke English, as they're quite isolated from other French-speaking islands but surrounded by many island nations where English is the predominant second language. Hitching was the only means of land transportation, and brought us into contact with many friendly locals and French ex-pats. The French cheeses were a treat!
Funafuti, the capitol of Tuvalu, brought us back to the world of coral atolls. Our first day we made friends with Sylia, an energetic young business woman who seemed always to be nearby when we needed advice or help, and sent us off with a nice gift when we finally left. We arrived at the Saturday market after most of the produce from the Taiwanese Aid farm was gone, but after a nice chat with the Taiwanese Ambassador, he graciously sent some boys back to the farm to freshly pick some for us.
Crossing the equator once again, we returned to the North Pacific at Tarawa in Kiribati. The atoll was in the process of some major road works and painfully dusty. We were only able to stay a few days so had to put off our tour of the infamous WWII battle site until we return there next spring on our way south. Our only other stop in this widely spread nation of atolls was Butaritari, which had far and away the most traditional life-style we've seen in the Pacific. There were numerous extended family compounds with multiple thatched-roof structures with distinct functions: separate houses for sleeping, cooking, eating, and even dish-washing. Interspersed among the compounds were several maneabas - large community meeting houses. Known as the garden island of Kiribati because it gets much more rain than most, it was full of flower, fruit and greenery. Strolling one day, a family befriended us and took us to their home for refreshing drinking coconuts, and then delivered a bag of more to the wharf for us the morning we left.
In early December we arrived at Majuro, Marshall Islands, where Judy lived for 5 years 25 years ago, and where we'll be spending the next 3 or 4 months. It's been a very pleasant "home-coming" with lots of old friends. The cruising community is very active, with a morning radio net announcing races, dinners out, potluck picnics, and this weekend we're all hosting a potluck for a group of young American basketball players on a goodwill mission across the Pacific. Christmas here promises lots of music and festivities, with good friends old and new, followed by a rollicking New Year's Eve block party of thousands.
We wish you all just as merry a Christmas and happy a New Year as we expect to have!
With lots of love, Bryan and Judy of the s/v Ursa Minor
Email: NP2NH@winlink.org or sailorjudy@yahoo.com (If you're receiving this letter by mail, please email us to get on our list to receive email updates of our journey.)
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Go to http://www.samoanews.com/2007TattooFestDay2/index.htm
to see Bryan's new Samoan tattoo on his ankle (picture #11) and his Marquesan tattoo (picture #27) in the Samoa News. We had a lot of fun last weekend attending Tisa's Tattoo Fest, a cultural celebration of the tattoo at a wonderful beachbar reminiscent of Foxy's in the BVI.
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