Tuesday was a fine, slow day. We alternated between the cockpit when it was a bit cloudy, and below when it got too hot. We didn't get much gain from our panels, so we ran the generator for an hour.

As the afternoon wore on, we decided to get to the yacht club for some Internet. We jumped into the dinghy and off we went. In years past, we bought a beer or cocktail to pay for our Internet use, and that was our plan.

On arriving, we were told that there was a US$30 day use cost, for which we got access to Internet, garbage collection, and a shower. If we had a meal, that $30 was a discount, so we decided to do so. Their connection was so abysmally slow that we gave up after an hour or so. I was able to get two old blogs posted.

We decided to join the club for dinner since we had a $30 discount, and then learned that the normal menu was suspended since there was a Polynesian show that night. Well, OK! They kindly allowed to make a reservation to share the menu meal, which was $60 otherwise.

We returned to the boat and read and watched neighbors move around the mooring field, always a favorite pastime. We ran the generator for another half hour, dressed, and returned to the yacht club to shower (hey, we paid for it) and deliver our dirty laundry. It's always a point of celebration when we're in clean clothes. Perhaps I should not have said that.

After dumping our laundry and taking our cool-water showers, we arrived back in the dining area and selected the appetizer of Poisson Cru (raw tuna in coconut milk) and a slightly grilled red tuna with rice: the appetizer and main course of our shared meal. Both were superb. I will build a page today with those photos, perhaps. [I did do that.]

Then, the dancers arrived. There were two groups playing to the two seating areas, each with drummers, guitar, singers, and dancers: it was quite a production. Our four dancers were two male, two female. Their dances were long and complex, heavy on the drum component of the music. All of the dancers were excellent. We both thought of our friend, Alice, and her love of dance and how she'd have enjoyed the show. I've been interested in the "meaning" of the various moves made by the male versus female dancers. The males stomp around and make fairly aggressive motions. Some appear to represent paddling a boat, some are very reminiscent of throwing spears or something like it. In contrast, the women have sinuous moves, making lots of lovely hand motions in the air. Those appear to represent heavenly bodies, perhaps, making circular shapes with their two hands, then moving them in an arc. I'll have to do a bit of research when I can.

The announcer was a "third gender" woman with a superb singing voice and fluent in French, Polynesian, and, thankfully, English. It was a great show.

We've been in a "wind event" the past few days, so deck work and travel have been limited. I've completed my engine check and done a few other tasks, and Conni's done the same, but it's been slow. Fortunately, we're both voracious readers, so some down time means some more books read.

It's Friday and we both slept poorly because of the very loud wind. The boat has swirled around all night, rocking and howling as the 25-knot wind speeds through the rigging of the many sailboats in the mooring field. Until it calms down, we'll stay aboard.

Saturday, today, we motored to Viatape for groceries and Internet. I did get a page posted. Excitement last night when a neighboring boat's male owner motored up and declared that he had water coming into his boat. I motored out and found a trickle, but it's still scary. I'll check tomorrow.