06 June 2013 | Musket Cove, Malalo Lai Lai, Fiji
I've been lucky so far and have been able to keep Tom off a surf board. He's always wanted to bring one, and surf the different breaks around the world but I've always been able to find a reason why he shouldn't do it. I know it seems controlling and irrational but I have a huge fear of his lack of fear, and I am convinced he will break his body.
Well my luck ran out the other night. We were at the island bar, getting ready for the sunset when a boat loaded with hunky, rowdy young men unloaded at the resort up the beach and they all headed for the island bar. Turns out, the World Surfing Tour Competition is here at an island 1 mile away. UhOh, I lost my husband for the night as he starts hanging with the surfing pros and the press for this event and releases his inner child as he talks all things surfing for the rest of the night (into the wee hours of the morning).
As we are riding our dink back to Tanga, he tells me he has a ride out to the break and is going to do practice sessions with the surfing pros the next day. At this point, I've already lost the argument before it began so I just begged him to be careful and have fun. But I was secretly hoping that he would oversleep since the boat would be leaving in three hours.
He set the alarm and left with a big (albeit tired) grin on his face and came back exhausted and sore but healthy and happy. He said it was a light surf but he was able to still get inside some tubes. My goal is now to keep him out of the board shops, when we get to a town, since he is convinced he's a world cup ready surfer.
However, there was some drama during the event that you won't see published. One of the support guys got hit by a box jelly fish and had to be med evac'd out. Also, on the first day of competition, the number one ranked surfer in the world (Parkor) went for a short fishing trip at 0530 and failed to show up for the first round. The number four surfer (Slater) decided not to show for the first round due to a birth of a cousin or niece.
Our routine hasn't changed much in the last few days, with the above exception.
We just got confirmation of our parts delivery due date (raw water pump, hydraulic seal, new fans etc.) and it's a bit longer than we intended to stay, but no biggie. Looks like we'll be here for three more weeks then head into Port Denarou (on the main island) to meet with customs to clear our gear. The most important item we have coming is a new case for our waterproof camera, Our GoPro Hero Camera. About 2 weeks ago, while snorkeling, we noticed a tiny drop of water inside the waterproof case. The camera is fine but we don't want to use it in the water until our new case comes in, so we won't be taking any water shots till then, hence the lack of Toms surf photos (BUGGER).
We used to chuckle at the fact that we never wore shoes, only flip flops. Now we have moved to the next level, we are always barefoot. The bottoms of our feet have become quite rugged due to walking on sand all day, every day.
Enough of our woes, have a great day!
Just as this was going to press, we had a bit of a jolt this morning. Our Dingy was missing!!
As we were drinking our sunrise coffee this morning, Tom did his usual walk around the deck to check the ground tackle and the dingy painter (the line that we use for anchoring and docking the dink) for chaffing and security. All was well. An hour later, I went up to hang a towel to dry and noticed the dingy was gone! After scanning the horizon and the windward beach, and saying a few expletives, I yelled for Tom and we got out the binoculars. Still no luck, this is bad bad bad. Tom made a general announcement over the VHF and a boat nearby, launched his dingy and came to pick up Tom so they could look for it. I stayed by the radio hoping a local would call it in. After about an hour, I could see Tom on shore so I assumed (correctly) that they found it.
We aren't sure what happened but we have our suspicions. The line was intact so it came un-cleated from Tanga somehow. But when the boys found the dinghy, the motor was in gear and the throttle was wide open as if it had been running. Also our 1 gallon fuel tank was empty. This leads us to believe that it was "borrowed" . But if that's correct, why? To get to our boat, you would need to swim almost a quarter mile, and why leave it in an uninhabited area? If someone came out to us in a boat and "borrowed" it, again why? But there is no natural explanation for the gear selector to have moved (no vibration in the world could do that). No worries, we are just puzzled. We're so happy its back since it would cost about $8000 Fijian dollars to replace.