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We’re having too much. Getting behind on my blog. Will catch up soon.

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Palmerston

The wind kept up from the previous nights increase allowing us to make good time. About 10 miles out from Palmerston we contacted the island on the VHF to inform them of our impending arrival. We were notified that we would be met by a boat on our approach who would guide us to our mooring.

A little more background of the island is perhaps in order. When William Marsters settled here with his three wives in the 1800s he begat his own dynasty. He parceled up the island into three lots each of which was allocated to the descendants of the three wives. To this day the island is divided into three families. With 67 people in total these are not large groupings. When cruisers approach the island the boat that gets to you defines which family will be ‘hosting’ you. They joke around a lot so it’s hard to know if they simply take turns or it’s who gets there first. Either way, we were met by ‘Alpha Echo’ meaning Edward. He gave us some direction before going back to fishing as they were a lot of wahoo in the area.

We made our way around to the west side of the island, furling the Code Zero at the turn, while Edward trolled a line not too far from us. As we approached three other moored boats we were given some additional instructions as to which mooring line to take. We were soon hooked up and agreed to take on board the island officials who were already aboard one of the other boats.

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Edward was soon back with Teri, the government representative (and husband of Yvonne for whom we’d brought supplies) and Simon (Edward’s brother) who was the island council representative. It’s probably worth mentioning at this point that Edward is also the island policeman but you’d never know unless he told you. Teri checked our paperwork from Aitutaki and Simon collected a small fee for the council. We offered them cold beers and drinks to welcome them.

As with Aitutaki we couldn’t have felt more welcomed by them. The deal on the island with the cruisers is trade. Being so remote (1 or 2 cargo ship visits per year) they can use just about anything we have spare. Edward and Simon asked about a few things we might have. We said we had a few things for them but hadn’t got it together. We were soon ready to go to the island with them. We boarded their runabout boat getting to see the huge Wahoo that Edward had snagged while bringing us in. The entrance they took through the reef was narrow and twisted. They knew their way of course and soon we were inside the reef being taken across the clearest waters perhaps we’ve ever seen.

At the shore they were already gutting the wahoo in the water. It was quite instructive as they were managing to remove the gills and intestines with very few cuts. I’ll have to try what I think I saw myself next time we catch a big fish.

After a short walk from the beach we were in Edwards family area. We sat down for a brief chat with his mother before we were invited over to see how they filleted the fish. Again this was instructional but I somehow think the ease they demonstrated came from a life of practice.

Edward proceeded to begin cooking lunch which was, of course, fresh wahoo. We had a little wander around seeing their pigs and chickens and a little of their land. We ended up chatting some more with Edward which is when we learned a bit about the island and him being the local policeman.

The fried wahoo and rice we had for lunch was delicious and more than plentiful. We were joined by Teri and later by Yvonne and later still by Shirley, Edwards wife. After some more chatting we were getting sleepy from lunch and the two nights of night watch. To wake up, Edward took us for a walk around the island while he played his ukulele and sang. This was almost surreal. By far this has been our most out of the modern world experience we have had on our travels. Modern life has hit the island. They have computers. They have internet in one place. But with no airport and very few commercial connections their main contact with the outside world are the cruisers. It’s hard to describe the experience but it is certainly unique.

We were taken to the school which was over for the day. We saw the two classes and some of the childrens’ work. We also had a chance to talk to the three teachers and learn of what they needed and what we may be able to help them with.

We then walked around to the main village where we met another group of cruisers who had been lunched there. We were offered more food – as if we had room. We chatted for a while before moving on back towards Edwards home. We didn’t get to see the end of the island where Teri has his home – this being left for another day.

Edward then took us back to our boat. We were accompanied by his wife, Simon and one of their sons. There we started going through our things and seeing what we had spare. Nothing we offered was turned down. From plastic pipes to fish hooks to food and gasoline. A small bag of chocolates were devoured there and then. A slab of Venezuelan beer was very welcomed.

Once we’d said our goodbyes and were left alone we contemplated something to eat. We were still full from all the fish and rice we’d eaten so we just sat down and watched a movie, not quite making the end before we were too sleepy to continue. Before the movie Ben and I did go for a swim to check the mooring line. I managed to spot a turtle swimming way below us. It was quite spooky looking down from the boat into a seemingly infinite abyss. The water very quickly drops off to thousands of feet deep here.

Lunch is again offered today. We’ve also talked to Edward about going lobstering one night. We (at least Ben and I) really want to learn how to best go about this. We’ll see but we’re looking forward to our next few days here.

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33nm to go

Another slow day. At times the wind dropped to 5 knots so we put in about 4 hours of motoring to keep moving. Overnight we saw a number of showers on the radar (much like the previous night). These we are keen to avoid. Apart from getting wet we experience changes in wind direction and speed near them. Only one appeared strong enough to be called a squall and with the Code Zero up in the dark this makes avoiding these systems all the more important. They appear as fuzzy edged patches on the radar and often in clumps. One has to not only anticipate the direction they’re moving (usually the same direction as the wind) but also the direction in which they’re forming as this adds a new motion. With the wind slightly off our stern we don’t have much room to maneuver in one direction so one needs to detect and react when they’re a few miles out.

For much of the day and night we looked as if we’d be lucky to make Palmerston before dusk. After a midnight pickup in the wind we now have an ETA of around 1pm.

As we still have some mahi mahi in the freezer we have not been fishing so no reports on that.

Back to my watch.

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Slow Passage to Palmerston

And there I was worrying about arriving Tuesday/Wednesday night. Now we’re hoping just to arrive during the day on Wednesday. Our average speed over ground for the trip so far is 4.1 knots but right now we’re down to 3kts in 8kts of wind. Overnight we had some patches of rain to avoid but nothing that could be described as a squall.

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Last Day in Aitutaki

Sunday morning saw us visiting the church slightly south of the Post Office. The main church was still being renovated so the service was held in the church hall which was a fair size in of itself. The locals turned out in their Sunday best with a large number of individually unique hats in play. We had been recommended that particular church (out of many) due to the reports of their singing. And sing they did. The regular songs were sung with great enthusiasm. The last two, which we wonder if they were derived from traditional songs, we belted out with male and female parts alternating and overlapping in harmony. If the hurricane in February hadn’t have taken the roof off, the singing nearly did.

After lunch Ben and I took a dinghy ride to the motu nearest to us to the south which ended up being nearly four miles away – much further than we thought. On the way we stopped off for some snorkeling and spear fishing. At one point I shot by far the biggest fish I’d seen tucked away down a rock tunnel. I think the spear went through a small part of the fish as it jerked to the side and the line snapped leaving my spear far down the tunnel. Fortunately Ben was nearby so I had him standing by to pull me out as I wiggled into the tunnel, underwater, to retrieve my spear. I just managed to reach it obtaining some coral scratches for my pains. While down there I was given a huge fright by an eel that appear right before me while I was wedged in the tunnel.

On the motu we took a walk around. It wasn’t quite deserted as there was plenty of evidence of beach lunch spots set up by the few tour operators on the island. Many of them, however, were in tatters – probably due to the Feb storm. Towards the end of the walk we found a large collection of hermit crabs which we played around with for a while. We even managed to encourage one to move into a larger shell. It was quite fascinating seeing it pull it’s soft, coiled body out of one shell and insert it into the next.

In the evening we took it easy staying to the cups of tea in preparation for the passage to Palmerston.

Monday morning we went ashore to collect water, check out and buy some final provisions which had become available from the supply ship that arrived last Friday. The shop had received their order from Palmerston which they prepared while we took our stuff back to the boat. Back ashore one last time I met Ron, a direct descendant of William Masters on Palmerston, who drove the van to the dock with the small supplies we’ve agreed to transport to Palmerston – three boxes and some stuff for the freezer/fridge.

As soon as we were back we hauled the dinghy and were underway. With the current now off to the side hauling in the stern anchor turned out to be quite taxing but we managed it. We bumped a keel on the way out of the pass, this time on something not as solid as sand, which was a little concerning. The boat is not filling with water which we’ll take for a good sign.

We have light winds forecast for the whole trip. We have the Code Zero up right now and are making around 5 knots giving us an arrival time of sometime tomorrow night. We understand night arrivals are doable there as it’s all on mooring balls. They should know we’re coming as we have their supplies so perhaps there will be someone waiting up for us. We’ll see. On the other hand we may take down the Code Zero tonight and sail off at an angle on the main and head sail which will lengthen our trip but reduce risks to the sails. It is close to full moon right now so me may decide not to.

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