Sunday in Tapuamu
23 August 2020 | Tapuamu Bay, Taha'a
The Mara'amou is spent. After five days (three in Uturoa, remember), we finally had both enjoyed a good night's sleep. By that, I mean no winds blasting through the pass through the island
causing us to buck and slew around, screaming through the rigging, and no periodic drenching rains. We're on the lee side of the island, for heaven's sake, and we still took a beating. We've
holed up here for five days of this kind of mess in the past, so we knew what we were doing, but it's still pleasant to be done with the storm system. That big 65-pound anchor of our never
budged, and the 200-feet of chain kept us tied to the bottom throughout it all. Thank you, both.
I've been working, sporadically of course, on the autopilot. I did get the control head working so we have a usable autopilot and that will take us on a compass course, at least. I'm still working on
the translator system that I installed that should (but hasn't yet) our new B&G system to control the older Raymarine autopilot, but I have hope that I can get it to work. As complicated as it sounds,
it's actually quite simple. The translator allows two-way messages to pass across the systems by on-the-fly translation of the Raymarine-specific messages into NMEA2000 messages, and visa
Autopilots are quite simple. They steer along until they receive a message that they've exceeded some limiting distance from the direction they're supposed to be heading, and they head in the
direction to make the distance less. They follow that course until they exceed the limit in that direction and turn back. They make large "S" shapes, the size of which is determined by how much
energy the human pilot wishes to expend.
It's Sunday morning at 0800, so the local church choir has begun singing. Across the pond-still bay, it's quite pretty. The morning light is illuminating a sharp ridge on Bora Bora's East side, and
at this distance in our finally-clear weather, the island dominates the view in that direction. Island Wanderer, a London-based sailboat, departed this morning, with her two aging crew. It's a
beautifully outfitted Island Packet. Our neighbors on Emilie, a French, 47-ft, Fontaine Pajot catamaran, are still here. My spy, Conni, tells me that they have three young daughters and parents.
There are mountain bikes, a paddle board, and other water-fun equipment stowed along her sides as well as 8-10 jugs of diesel fuel, gas, and water. All of that means less tankage than one
would expect on a boat that size, but tankage takes space, I guess.
Our plan is to go ashore on Monday, sometime, and do a bit of re-provisioning. We also want to visit the rummery here: PariPari. They manufacture "rum agricole" made from sugar cane syrup
rather than molasses, so it has a distinct flavor that we enjoy.
Wednesday or so, we'll mosey over to Bora Bora. I'll try to get these blogs posted via our SSB radio, but if being in the bay prevents that, you won't see them until we reach Wifi in Bora Bora. I
prepared a new page, but that'll have to wait Wifi, too.