We left Fakarava for the little atoll of Toau, where we were to have such an incredible experience… The passage to Toau was six hours, which felt so long at the time, since we’d already gotten used to 2-4 hour baby trips on Fakarava. When we arrived in Toau, the first thing I noticed was…
Month: August 2019
Part Eighteen
No one on boats enjoy passages, they’re uncomfortable, slow, and kinda dull. And most of the animals are smart enough to stay permanently on their islands, so no birdies. And we hadn’t seen dolphins in a long while, too. But anyways, there we were. On a five day passage to the Tuamotus, which – although…
Part Seventeen
Sorry, I’m so sorry. Photos won’t be in this one – even though I have really good ones for this. ARG! Ah. Ua Pou. Home to the Choco-man. Manfred. When we arrived after the short day trip to Ua Pou we noticed instantly how vibrant it was; streamers, games and music. Kids were leaping off…
Part Sixteen
When we hit land in Nuku Hiva, the first thing we noticed was the rocking. It was incessant and very pronounced and I was legitimately thrown from my room into the galley. Thrown. We had anchored in the most populated anchorage there, the least rocking of them, because it was nearest to the big bay…
Part Fifteen
After our visas and quarantine period ended, we fled to the beautiful island of Tahuata. Tahuata was everything Hiva Oa wasn’t: friendly, un-established, small, unpopulated. It was just as pretty but everyone and everything there was nicer. We went to the fascinating little bay called Hanamoenoa which is a tight anchorage with a scenic beach…
Part Fourteen
Our arrival in the Marquesas was highly anticipated, long awaited and very glorious. As the sun started to rise, we saw the towering mountain-esque islands and un-ominous clouds dotting the horizon. Quite frankly, it was astounding and ultimately relieving to finally reach land. However, Hiva Oa was not. Hiva Oa was stressful and agro and…
Part Thirteen (I think)
Before I could scream and cry, we had already started on the pacific crossing, otherwise known as the Puddle Jump. Blame old people for that name. The PPJ usually can take anywhere from 15 days to 30 and most people tend to average about 25 days, which seemed like such a hideously large number at…