Huahine, Society Islands

08. Jul. 2015
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French Polynesia
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Author: Pete

Location: Huahine, Society Islands

Date: July 3rd – 8th, 2015

So when we returned yet again to Papeete, we learned that we’ll continue waiting for our much awaited part. It needs a few days to come in, so we’re meeting it in Bora Bora and moving (the hell) on from Tahiti. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a gorgeous place. It’s just time to move.

We did a few things that needed doing before heading out, including fixing the in-haul mechanism on the main. It was jamming and Miranda had to hoist me up the mast with kitchen utensils to fix the problem. Thousands of dollars in tools stowed below decks and the most useful thing to get a jammed sail out is a smiley-face spatula. Somehow snippets of the Sweedish Chef on the Muppet’s Treasure Island came to mind. Byogen shmeyegerney-ah-nen!

Then it was off into the sunset heading west. We left in the afternoon for a 16-hour, overnight sail to Huahine, an island southeast of Bora Bora. We were without an autopilot still, so we hand-steered every dang second of the trip. You know how cars can stay in a straight line when you’re on the highway so you can dig in the back seat for that last french fry or take a quick snooze? Well you can’t do that with a boat! (kidding, kidding… I haven’t taken a nap while driving since last August!) Even when you balance the sails and lock off the rudders a tiny wind shift or wave slap leaves you scrambling to the helm. It really doesn’t work, so we were in the hot seat the whole time. Miranda got the good weather at sunset and I got the pissing down rain for the overnight watch. I probably deserve it though.

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Eventually the sun came up and the black turned to gray. The clouds parted here and there to reveal the low green of Huahine. It’s been neat to see the progression of islands from tall volcanic (Marquesas), slowly eroding away (Huahine) and eventually turning into empty atolls (Tuamotus).

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Had to wait out a squall to enter the pass on the west side of Huahine. The visibility was close to zero and the waves were throwing cresting waves right next to the calm of the pass. Charts aren’t great for the area too, so we took another squall square to the jaw and ran the pass after we stopped reeling.

GOPR0486 The anchorage was shallow and hard bottomed. We dug in with just the point of our good anchor. I dove the anchor and didn’t like the precarious hold on the bottom for the forecasted blow, so we took a free mooring that our friends on s/v Georgia spotted for us.

And blow it did. In the next couple of days a trough came over the Society Islands, which happens with more frequency, apparently, in El Niño years. We got winds up to 40 knots, the strongest we’ve ever been in. I only caught this on the anemometer though.

P1150201 Went in to town with the other self-exiles for some Fourth of July drinks and dinner! In true American holiday fashion it rained on our parade, but enough liquid sunshine and arriving home soaked from the dinghy ride doesn’t matter so much.

GOPR0491 After the brunt of the nasty weather came through we sidled south along the wild, lush, western side of the island and took a mooring ball one night in Motu Vaiorea and later anchored in Avea Bay where we did some island exploring and snorkeling in the clear lagoon. After a month in the metropolis of Papeete, it was nice to note the absence of buildings, cars, and big boats.

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Had dinner and drinks a few nights with our friends from s/v Georgia. Nothing like riding in the dinghy wielding a French baguette… “Have at ye!” Had a few gorgeous calm nights.

Our last stop in Huahine was in the town of Fare for their Heiva Festival dance competitions. Every July the islands in French Polynesia battle for glory in feats of island aptitude like va’a (outrigger canoe) racing, Polynesian dancing, and my favorite, coconut opening. They send the best town’s competitors to the inter-island competition to win French Polynesian bragging rights, one of the many things they acquired from the French. We went with our boat buddies to the festivities. This was not the standard tourist dance troupe. There were only nine white people in the stands. I counted. It wasn’t hard. The dancers came in all shapes and sizes. I didn’t know banana leaves grew in those particular dimensions. I had to hold Miranda back from donning a grass skirt and shaking her midwestern tail feather.

Heading farther west soon to the island of Taha’a….a .a…a.a.aaaa..a. Stay tuned.

Video: Moorea’s Stingrays

01. Jul. 2015
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French Polynesia, Video
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A little video on an incredible experience we had in Opunohu Bay in Moorea, French Polynesia.

Moorea, Society Islands

30. Jun. 2015
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French Polynesia
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Author: Pete

Location: Moorea, Society Islands

Date: June 25, 2015

We decided to make the most of our down-time waiting for the autohelm part to come in by sailing to Moorea, three hours from Papeete. We had spent a few days ordering our autohelm part, salvaging data off a dying hard drive, and working on a dinghy cover. The sun does wicked things to the material over the years, so often canvas covers are put on to extend the lifespan of the noble work horse of Joe Schmoe Cruiser. Gringos call the covers ‘chaps’, but I like the Spanish equivalent, ‘pijamas.’ I love the idea that the dinghies tied up at the dock in their pajamas are really attending some sort of nautical sleepover with terrycloth robes, slippers, and night caps.

It was a lot of work; we made a pattern out of clear plastic in Galapagos and worked on the real thing on the mooring at Marina Taina. It’s tough to work on a project like that on a rolling boat with limited space to maneuver meters of fabric. At least that’s going to be my excuse if anyone calls me out on a few spots of rough tailoring. Most of the time we worked with the dinghy suspended from the davits and occasionally I had to get in it to work. I only once fell out of the tippy dinghy into the harbor. Miranda thought that was great.

Several of the days were pretty windy and rough when we were on a mooring ball in Taina. We had gusts to thirty knots and once breaking waves in the mooring field. One afternoon as we were working on the dinghy cover, a big catamaran broke free from its mooring and went zipping sideways downwind through a dozen moored boats. No one saw it until it was right next to us. I put the dinghy in the water and went tearing after it, without thinking about what I was going to do in my poorly idling, nine horsepower dinghy once I caught the 30 ton catamaran in 20 knots of wind. Miranda was smarter than me, as usual, and called the marina. They dispatched a launch and with the assistance of another dinghy we wrestled the boat to another mooring ball and tied it up. Miraculously, the vagabond boat didn’t ding a single other vessel out of the dozen it zipped by in the mooring field.

Then it was happily time to piss off to Moorea for a few days while we awaited the autohelm part. We motorsailed the fifteen miles across because the wind was on our bow. Of course it was the first day it had blown from that direction in a week. It was light and the going was easy. We passed Cook’s Bay, named after the popular Captain Cook who explored the area, and turned in at Opunohu Bay a few miles west. The two bays cut deep into the island of Moorea, making it look like a heart with two divots in it.

Had to hand steer the three hours over, which seems pretty easy, but is a chore when you’re used to someone else driving for thousands of miles. Motored easily through the pass with the backwards French buoy marking. The pointed teeth of Moorea’s peaks made for fantastic scenery.

Oop. That’s fanny-tastic scenery! We anchored just inside the protection of the coral reef in ten feet of water.

We put the dinghy down with gusto and took off to go snorkel. It had been three weeks since we’d been in the water. Well, except for the time I fell off the boat working on the dinghy cover. Three weeks?! We LIVE on a boat for crying out loud. How does that happen?! It was good to be back down undah. A couple chill sea turtles paddled by near the drop off and we saw some of our old friends from other boats out there too.

Came back to the boat in a nice flat anchorage and slept like babies.

The next morning we met up with friends who knew the low down of the island. Paul and Andy from Talulah Ruby showed us the secret snorkeling spots. The first spot hid seven sunken carved tikis. Legend has it that the first missionaries made the craftsman throw them in the lagoon when they came. Snorkelers keep them free of marine growth so they are in great shape. A little spooky to see under water!

Our next delight of the day was Stingray City, a sandbar in the lagoon where the stingrays (and reef sharks) congregate in the shallows. We anchored our dinghy in chest-deep water and the rays came out to play. They swam in and around us, looking for handouts. Apparently some dive operators feed them, so they were very cordial with us. They nose around you and are happy to be petted. Their skin is velvety, an unparalleled combination of smooth, slippery, and soft without feeling slimy. It’s a cool enough sensation and interaction to dissolve your speech into unintelligible, involuntary chortling. From all across the sandbar the sound of our group of friends giggling like school girls though their snorkels rang out. It’s a precious thing to hear a posh, collected fifty-year-old British man tee-heeing giddily at the thrill of a natural petting zoo.

We ended up going back the next day armed with tuna. The rays were really excited to see us then! Reminds me of a great Mitch Hedberg quote: “I find that a duck’s opinion of me is heavily influence by whether or not I have any bread.” That guy was a genius. We brought our gringo friends Rick and Lara from SeaKey, and Dutch friends Pete and Liz from Suluk.