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<\/a>experiences in the surf in Costa Rica where the waves were much, much bigger. We ended up on the beach immediately to the south of our anchorage and dragged the kayak up into the bushes.<\/p>\nWe walked to the east end of this breach then back to where we’d left the kayak. From there we climbed the rocky promontory separating our landing beach from the beach to our west. The way down from here was a little too steep so we headed south to the island high point before finding a way to descend and head back to the beach. Along the way we kept our eyes open for a cave the two fishermen had mentioned the previous day. They’d said that the cave was where visitors could leave a sevusevu offering if they were unable to give grog otherwise. We peered into a few places but nothing struck us as being a proper cave. Eventually we did find the cave in the next rocky outcrop and nearby was what looked like a small grave but turned out to be the place where grog could be left. In fact someone had already left some grog sealed in cling film although it was hard to see as it was pretty small.<\/p>\n From here we continued on westward and traversed the sandy spit that took us to the large We went no further. We stopped for a while sitting on a rock to take in the place. It really is an island paradise.<\/p>\n Heading back we decided to scramble around the outside of the rocky outcrop that separated the beach we were on from the beach where we’d left the dinghy. It was wet and slippery but had plenty of hand holds so we made it round without a problem. As we were on this section, the other boat in the anchorage left waving goodbye. Now we had the place to ourselves. Not that we wanted rid of them but the place was extra magical having it all to ourselves. We Back on the boat we read the rest of the morning. An hour or so after lunch we took the dinghy to the reef that sat between us and the shore to our south. It was pretty good too. I’d taken my Hawaiin Sling to try out. I did spot a small lobster but it was saved by my ineptitude with the sling. The water clarity varied from place to place but was certainly better beneath the surface. We agreed afterwards it would be a good place to try out the hookah.<\/p>\n After another brief rest I took the kayak ashore to the beach to our west where I collected firewood piling them in a small nook amongst some rocks towards the east end of that beach. Around five we both went ashore with our two waterproof bags packed with towels, pans, torches, sausages and beans. Ashore we lit the fire and built it up. Once it was going well we walked west to the end of the vegetation on this section of the island to sit and watch the sunset. This took about half an hour. It was one of those perfect moments just sitting there, Once the sun had set we made our way back to the fire which had now died down to embers. I popped a few more twigs on to liven it up before putting the frying pan and saucepan on to cook the sausages and beans. It turned out we’d forgotten the plates so we ate out of the pan\/saucepan sticking the sausages into rolls and bread. At one point Helen thought she’d got After we’d eaten we piled more wood on the fire. We sat on the beach warmed up by the fire as the night settled in. Helen was again getting worried by the waves. As darkness fell the sound of the surf seemed to grow. In the light of our dive torches it did seem as though they’d grown. Personally I didn’t think much of them but it’s all in the eye of the beholder.<\/p>\n We eventually packed our bags and tied them to the kayak. We pushed it into the water and shoved off. It was impossible to paddle as well as point the torches so we just paddled out. One wave ‘crashed’ around us then we were out. No problems at all.<\/p>\n Back on the boat we watched another episode of Dexter, watched the stars then retired for the night.<\/p>\n Except for Helen’s tooth, a brilliant day.<\/p>\n<\/a>From the top of this rocky outcrop we had a fantastic view of the beach ahead of us as can be seen from the attached picture.<\/p>\n<\/a>Along the way we could occasionally hear goats bleating. At one point we ran into some baby goats and at another we found some bones.<\/p>\n<\/a>rocky outcrop ahead of us. As it was now near high tide waves would occasionally make it up and over the sandy spit as we made our way across.<\/p>\n<\/a>crossed our fingers hoping it would stay that way.<\/p>\n<\/a>We’d had one boat visit the bay only temporarily so we approached the evening with the place to ourselves.<\/p>\n<\/a>watching the sun go down, discussing and comparing shapes of the twisted pieces of wood around us.<\/p>\n<\/a>sand in her food but it turned out later that one of her teeth had broken. This may necessitate a return to the mainland sooner than we anticipated but this is not clear yet.<\/p>\n