We're back
26 March 2023
Annette
We arrived back to Rum Doxy in Hiva Oa on March 19. She was looking a bit forlorn and neglected up on the hard in the boatyard but happy to see us and welcomed us without much fuss or drama.
Every day in the boatyard is measured by accomplishments that we can check off "the list" and issues added to "the list". After a being here a week, I'm happy to report that the list is getting shorter. The main issue and the one ultimately determining when we can splash back into the water is the arrival of new batteries we had to order. They are coming by boat from Papeete and we're told should arrive by this next week??
In the meantime we stay busy with the routine chores and projects of getting the boat back in the water and ready for another journey.
As we mentioned last time Hiva Oa has the most scenic boatyard on the planet, and we have a front row view which is awesome and a bit of a tease. While we are fixing stuff, sanding, grinding, dripping sweat in 93 degree heat, we look out on the anchorage at all the boats swaying in the breeze, surrounded by cool refreshing water....and count the days.
This morning we had a bit of drama. Both of us immersed in our projects as usual, I hear a loud and rich stream of swearing from the workshop, down in the starboard hull. My first thought is what broke? How hard will it be to replace or fix? Then as Mike emerges from the hull holding his hand dripping in blood I try not to panic. More swearing and cussing. He has sliced his left index finger at the knuckle down to the bone. "It's going to need stitches" he says, "but I need my finger to do it". Finally I thought, I get to be a hero, I'll stitch him up! I ran below to get the whiskey for his nerves and a bullet to bite on. By the time I got back, I see he's giving himself a shot of lidocaine, with a huge needle, into the cavity of the cut, with eyes closed holding his breath! After a few minutes the finger was numb, color returned to his face and his breathing returned to normal. Stoically, Mike picked up the suture needle and began stitching himself up. In the end all I got to do was assist, but honestly I was relieved, I was getting the heebie jeebies just watching him sew himself!
He finished up and went back to work in his shop. It wasn't more than 5 minutes later, the swearing began again, this time it was only the tip of his finger, something a steri-strip could mend.
Now that we got the drama over with, all we have to do is get back in the water and go sailing!!