Huahine pronounced who a heenie is a magical spot the best we have seen so far. Anchor next to town, clear blue water, surrounding reef so nice and calm and a super grocery sort of everything store that you could not believe was way out here in mid now where. Huahine, is one of the Society Islands after Moorea and probably our fav so far. There is a cool market and shops and computer stores and really nice folks. Alas our time was short as we needed to get to Raiatea to have our main sail repaired. You see after removing the stack, pack we found it was in need of some repairs which we tried to undertake in Cooks bay Moorea but could not, due to the winds and trying to sew the sail half hoisted. Dont try it you cant do it. So we had a great sail with only reefed main since we could not hoist higher due to damaged sail below that, still a nice ride abput 30 miles in reasonable seas and hot sun. We raced another boat, swapping tacks and jibes and when we got to the pass, (everything is a pass entry down here and some are real frearsome to say the least) we were ready, lined up nice, tail wind so a surfing in type entrance was in store with big surf. Spin round to drop the main,,,nope no dropping. Ok try a few tricks, back out to sea and right into the seas now still no dice. Not a good deal to enter a new pass with main up and sun in your eyes. However no choice, daylight was waining. So line her up and shoot the gap but wait is that a freighter lining up to come out? Too late we are commited but he is really moving, surfs up dude! Some zig zagging and surfing and fancy tricks at the wheel, whew we made it in, now to motor sail around to an anchorage that is in the lee so we can anchor under sail and hoist Gwen up the mast to figure this out and get the main down. So now we are cruising around the edge of the island between land and the reef which is extensive and all over the place leaving little room to manouver. No stress yet. Went into two bays and nearly got caught up on a reef being blown down wind trying to negotiate through mooring field in blazing sun glare, yikes spin, back, fwd, back jibe, tack, hammmer the throttle spin the wheel like mad and we are out, barely. That reef was 50 feet away and not a nice looking spot to end our voyage. Although you could walk ashore from there. Down coast we went and spun around on a small sand bar where everything else is 150 plus feet deep and out in the open but there was 60 feet here, too crowded, dont go into the crowd or risk close encounters with new friends who wont be happy to meet you. Further South now another bar with two boats on it, small but might work. Spin up wind into 15 kts and try to drop in 60 feet on a coral bar not sand and hook up before being blown down onto the other boats. Gwen drops anchor, I manouver, wind does not cooperate, we slide sideways, I counter, anchor is down with about 200 feet out, I back sail to drop down onto the anchor, it bounces and grumbles and skips along, steer back up wind, use some revs, slow drift back now, closer to next boat than we want to be, yell to them our issue with main up, sure they think we are retards, it hooks after about 100 feet of dragging along but now we are near the edge of the drop off. I back down hard, release main sheet to stall main, we are hooked good, no time to waste sun is setting soon, rig up the bosuns chair, force Gwen into it (cant use main halyard as main is up so no power winch to send me up and she cant crank me up by hand so,,,) up she goes. At 20 feet she looks down and says, "oh no, I looked down, dont do that again, ah crap". I crank fast and in no time she is up to the second spreaders about 50 feet off the water and removes the offending screw that backed out and hung up the bat car from coming down. Lucky and a simple fix that fortunately I spotted from the cockpit with binoculars once we stopped moving so we knew what we were dealing with rather than trying to figure itnoutnupnthere and it being a tougher problem. I tightened all mast fittings and screws before leaving Mexico and conducted a complete rig inspection and cleaned it all up and serviced everything but obviously one needs to go up way more frequently which I'll be doing now. On the way down she kept yelling, slower, stop, this sucks and a few other choice phrases... it's not fun up there when it is windy and the boat is moving and the main is flapping around. On deck she is shaking a little from the experience, it all happened so fast, the neighbour yells "I got a photo of you up there". (so did I and it is postd here now) but the sail is down and secured, nothing a stiff rum won't cure, I am off to the galley to start mixing! Perhaps more than one! And so the adventure continues!