Nancy Morrison

Patti and I left the Denarau Marina at 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, November 7. We were headed clockwise around Viti Levu Island, first north and then east. As we passed Saweni Bay, Ndebt came out of the bay and sailed in front of us. They had done this trip before and were familiar with the course through the reefs. (They were waiting for a weather window to sail to New Zealand, so this trip was a way to be on the move instead of sitting at anchor somewhere.) Shortly after they appeared, the wind came up at 17-20 knots as we left the protection of Viti Levu’s wind shadow. As we rounded the island toward the east, we had one-meter seas. We got to our first anchorage (a small inlet to the west of Vatubuli Island) as it was getting dark and were a bit too far behind them to follow in their tracks. Patti went to the bow and could see the reef on either side so she was able to guide me into the anchorage. It was still windy in the anchorage but the water was flat. We had eight feet of water under the keel. We had dinner and retired.

On Friday, we got up at 6:00 a.m. and left the anchorage at 8:00 a.m., following Ndebt out. As we continued east through the reefs, we mostly motored against winds in the high teens. At one point we put up the sails, but the wind angle didn’t hold and we had to take them down again. We arrived in our next anchorage at 2:00 p.m, in the northwest corner of Nananu-I-Thake. RaLa was there. After we anchored, we went with RaLa over to Ndept for tea. I was tired and turned in early.

On Saturday, I got up at 6:00 a.m. and ran the motor because the battery voltage was low. I ran the watermaker at the same time. I also put fifteen gallons of diesel into the fuel tank, from jerry cans. At 9:30, RaLa picked us up in their dinghy and we went to the beach at the island. Brad and Tari from Ndebt joined us and we walked on the island.

The three crews on a hike

Afterwards, we sat with Ian and Laura to discuss routes to Savusavu and which day to leave. I had planned to leave on Sunday but I agreed to wait until Wednesday. I rested on the boat that afternoon while Patti went kayaking.

Patti in the kayak

It was windy on Sunday and I stayed on the boat all day. Brad and Tari came over for sundowners. The next day, we all went back to the island for a longer walk. The caretaker allowed us to walk all the way through to a different beach. He gave us fruit and later took us back to our dinghies. The rest of the afternoon was very rainy. Tuesday was a windy day, and in looking at the weather, we decided to delay our departure until Thursday. So on Wednesday, we went to a nearby point jutting out on the island and swam and had a picnic. That evening, we all went to RaLa for sundowners and said farewell to Ndebt. They would return to the Denarau area as we proceeded northeast to Savusavu.

Aldabra at anchor

On Thursday, November 14, we pulled the anchor up at 6:00 a.m. after freeing the anchor from a coral head. We followed RaLa out through a winding course that took us south, then east and then north out of the reef system surrounding Viti Levu. We then crossed Vatu-I-Ra Channel which is open ocean. During the sail, we had a lot of wind, mostly on the beam so the sailing was boisterous but good. The seas were big but not too big. Eventually we sailed on a close reach until we arrived at the opening of the reef protecting Vanua Levu. Once inside the reef, we made our way to an anchorage just north of Nasonisoni Passage. It was windy but the water was flat.

Aldabra sailing across the channel

The next morning, on November 15, we got up early but our anchor was stuck around a coral head. We freed ourselves and were underway by 7:00 a.m., following RaLa out to the east through the Nasonisoni Passage. The tide was going out and the winds were in the high teens against us. A bad condition because it creates standing waves. The passage was long, and even after we got outside and into the bay, we were motoring up and over big waves for more than an hour. If the motor had quit, we would have been doomed. Once we finally got far enough into the Koro Sea, we could turn northeast a bit so the waves were at a slightly more favorable angle. We slogged our way across the sea and into Savusavu Bay, and then up Nakama Creek to the Nawi Island Marina. The guys escorted us into a slip, which was a couple down from our previous slip.

From Saturday, November 16 until Friday, November 22, I worked on decommissioning Aldabra for cyclone season. These are some of the things that needed to be done:

• Rinse, dry and fold the mainsail, cover it and then spiral-wrap line around it to keep it from getting blown in strong winds.
• Rinse and dry the jib, take it off the furler, and fold it and put it down below.
• Take the dinghy off the davits on the stern and stow it upside down on the foredeck, cover it and lash it down.
• Wash and rinse lines, sheets and jacklines. Dry them and stow them down below.
• Fill the diesel tank with remaining jerry cans.
• Give food away.
• Rinse the entire boat, including the anchor locker.
• Pickle the watermaker.
• Change the oil and oil filter on the diesel motor.
• Clean the interior of the boat, wiping all surfaces down with white vinegar.
• Lean cushions on their sides to allow airflow, stow all exterior gear down below.
• Take all bedding and clothing to be laundered.
• Defrost two refrigerators and one freezer.
• Clean the stove.
• Set up dehumidifier and a couple of computer fans that will run continuously.
• Rinse and dry kayaks, fold and store below.
• Remove blades from the wind generator.
• Close several thru-hulls.
• Turn off most switches on the electrical panel.
• Communicate with the caretakers who will look after the boat.

On Friday, November 22, Ian helped me get my luggage from Nawi Island to the taxi stand in Savusavu, where I caught a short ride to the airport. I flew to Nadi and from there flew to Los Angeles, where I rented a car to drive to San Diego. I arrived in time to celebrate Thanksgiving and later Christmas with my family.

Aldabra in the marina, all buttoned up

On Sunday, we pulled up anchor at 7:00 a.m. to sail to Denarau. We arrived in the anchorage at 2:00 p.m. and relaxed on the boat that evening. It was a still night. The next day, we spent the morning preparing for Aldabra to be hauled out at 2:00 p.m. We emptied the lazarette so the guys could get in and drop the rudder as soon as the boat was hauled out but still in the slings. (Once the boat is on the hard stands, it isn’t high enough to drop the rudder.)

As we were pulling up the anchor to go in, the gear shift lever came off in my hand. I had to put a pair of vice grips on the small stub of a lever to shift gears. With that little snafu, we were a bit late to the haulout. I messaged Chase, our contact at Baobab, about the situation, hoping he would have assistance as we got to the dock. As we approached the dock, we came in a little too fast and I wasn’t able to put the boat in reverse. A couple of guys on lines could have easily halted our forward progress, but Chase was buy himself, handling both bow and stern lines. We bumped the dock with the bow, which was unfortunate, but they were able to buff out the scrape while the boat was in the yard.

After the guys at the Denarau Marina hauled us out, they pressure washed the boat bottom and then dropped the rudder. Then they moved us onto a hard stand and helped us get set up with a ladder to get on and off the boat. We then checked in with the marina, got gate keys, took showers and found ourselves a restaurant for dinner.

Believing that the rudder was in good hands, Pat and I set about the next morning looking for bolts to fix the shifting lever. We were successful in that endeavor. We then tackled what should have been an easy project. The solar panels on top of the dodger had moved to one side, which could only have happened when we were pulled sideways off the reef at Mana Island. Moving the panels back in place was a challenge that required a lot of patience. We had to unscrew hard-to-get-to screws and then replace them after we moved the brackets they were securing. It took far longer than we expected. I then scraped the barnacles off the bottom of the boat that weren’t removed by the power washing. We then walked a mile or so to the Fresh Choice store to buy groceries and a nice ex-pat woman gave us a ride back to the marina. We had good Indian food at Indigo that night after our showers.

Aldabra in the boatyard, second from left

On Wednesday, we finished the solar panel project and then worked on fixing a leak at the mast. Jeff and I had thought we had fixed it the last time we were in Denarau. But we still had a leak in really heavy rain. It rained most of the day so we worked during lulls. After during more boat projects on Thursday, we walked to the other side of the Island on Friday. Pat took pictures of various flowers so he could paint them later. We had dinner that night at an Italian restaurant with Ted and Jenny from Southern Star. Then I walked Pat to a taxi so he could go to Nadi airport to catch a flight back to California. After Pat left, I went over to Cardo’s to join some of the people on the Pacific Rally for drinks.

Dinner with Ted and Jenny

On Saturday morning I got up at 5:00 a.m. to do laundry at the marina. There are only three washing machines and two dryers so it’s often impossible to find them empty. Later, I made up the beds in each cabin and defrosted the refrigerator. I worked on tidying up the boat on Sunday.

On Monday, my friend Steve arrived in the morning. The plan was for him to arrive as the boat work was completed and to then help me take the boat back to Savusavu for cyclone season. We had breakfast with the crews from Southern Star and Opal Lady. Then we installed a couple of parts that Steve had brought from California, a block for the furling line and a filter housing for the watermaker. Then we went across to the other side of Denarau Island to check into our “Airbnb,” which turned out to be an apartment in a hotel that these people had booked for their children who left early. I was a bit confused by the arrangement but it seemed to work out. Even though it was a bus or taxi ride back to the boatyard each day, at least we had an air-conditioned place to stay at night. It was really hot in the yard.

That same day, a week after we had hauled out, I learned that absolutely no work had been done on the rudder. The guys at Baobab, who had been contracted to do the work, had not coordinated with the fiberglass guy, who was needed for the first step, which was to cut the rudder open. I was floored. This meant that there was now no clear schedule for getting the work done. The fiberglass guy could not move us ahead of his other projects. And it meant that the work would not be done before Steve had to fly back to California. I had him fly to Fiji for a sailing trip he would not be able to take.

On Tuesday, Steve and I walked from the hotel apartment to the boatyard to work on a few projects. Then we walked to the Hilton hotel, which had access to a walkable beach. The next day, we blew up the kayaks and paddled around the mangroves near on one side of the harbor before a rainstorm began. It was decided that Steve should go out to the Paradise Cove Resort for a few days to salvage his vacation.

On Wednesday, we rented a car and drove down the coast to Natadola Beach. There was a quiet resort there where we had lunch.

Looking at Natadola Beach from the resort

On Thursday, I did boat projects while Steve did laundry in preparation for his Island visit. Then on Friday, we checked out of the hotel apartment. Steve caught a ride to the ferry and I went back to the boat.

The rudder being built

For the next few days, I stayed on the boat and worked on it while monitoring the progress with the rudder. On Monday, October 28, I learned that the rudder would not be ready until the following weekend. I let Steve know and he decided to book a flight back to California earlier than planned. He returned to Denarau on Tuesday evening. We had dinner and then he took a taxi to the airport.

After Steve left, I booked an Airbnb in an apartment complex right near the boatyard. I moved in there for nearly a week, working on the boat during the day, having dinner with cruising friends at night and then sleeping in the air-conditioned apartment.

On Monday, November 4, I moved out of the apartment and put my gear back on the boat. The guys came to put Aldabra in the slings of the Travellift so they could put the rudder back in. But something had been measured wrong and the rudder didn’t fit. They removed it and took it back to the shop. I wasn’t sure what it would take to modify the rudder, but they completed it in a few hours and the boat was in the water and in a berth by the end of the day.

On Tuesday, Navin from Baobab came to test the autopilot, which had not been working properly even before the rudder was damaged. We did a sea trial and he discovered an installation problem. Navin’s team worked on it for the rest of the day, installing all new autopilot components and building a new mount for the installation of the sensor. They continued work on Wednesday and were ready for a sea trial by the end of the day but it was too windy. The sea trial was conducted on Thursday morning so they could do the calibraton of the autopilot. Once that was done, Aldabra was ready to leave to return to Savusavu.

Because Steve had to return to California, I had made arrangements for a woman to join me on the way to Savusavu. Patti arrived on Thursday morning in time for the sea trial. After we returned to the marina to drop Navin and his colleague off, I checked out of the marina, paid by bill at Baobab and bought some final provisions.

On Sunday, October 6, Pat and I got up early and left the Musket Cove anchorage just after 6:00 a.m. We motored at first, until the wind came up about two thirds of the way. We arrived back in Somosomo Bay at 4:00 p.m. and anchored. RaLa was the only other boat there. Ian and Laura came over to Aldabra for sundowners. It was a gusty, rolly night.

The next day we picked Ian and Laura up in the dinghy and went to shore. We walked through the village to a path leading to the other side of the island. On the other side, we visited the Marou village and saw the school that the older children in the main village walk home from every day. (They are taken there by boat in the morning.) We met villagers and chatted with them. Ian has a great facility for engaging people in good conversations.) After walking back to the main village, we talked with a group of people hanging out on the beach and eventually made our way back to our boats. We had sundowners on RaLa that evening.

With Ian and Laura on the other side of Somosomo Bay

Pat and Laura and me

Walking toward Marau Village

On Tuesday, we picked our anchor up at 8:30 a.m. and started out of Somosomo Bay for Champagne Beach on the farthest north island of the Yasawas. We were traveling up the western side of the Mamanucas and then the Yasawas, outside the reefs. It was really windy and with large wind waves. There might have been more protection closer to shore but I was trying to avoid having to negotiate reefs. We were, of course, hand steering, a half hour at a time. We were on a reach most of the time, with a reefed main and the jib. It was pretty challenging and kind of hard on the boat, but there wasn’t any really good place to stop and anchor, so we kept going. As we got closer to our destination, the wind came around on our nose so we had to take the jib down and motor sail with the reefed main.

Pat at the helm

RaLa had started out behind us and had cut in closer to shore and turned their motor on much earlier. They were now ahead of us as we slogged toward our destination. For the last two miles, we dropped the main and motored toward the anchorage. We arrived at 4:30 p.m. and anchored. RaLa was there, as was PolePole. Nereida came in behind us from the north but I didn’t realize who she was because she was anchored pretty far out. It was so windy that we didn’t leave the boat. Champagne Beach is a beautiful location with an expanse of white sand and vegetation, and no visible human presence.

On Wednesday, we tidied up the boat, folding the main and recovering from our little adventure of the day before. We dropped the dinghy in the water and went over and picked Ian and Laura up from ReLa. We stopped by PolePole to say hello and then went to the beach. After securing the dinghy on the beach, we began hiking in one direction and then changed our minds and started hiking inland and then north to the Yasawa-I-Rawa village, about four kilometers away. It was a nice walk.

Most of the villagers were away, at a funeral in a neighboring village. But a woman named Ma met us and took us to her house and to her husband Lazo, who performed the sevusevu ceremony.

Sitting with Ma and Lazo after sevusevu

Ma then took us to the school, where eight younger children were being educated. The teacher told us that they were very enthusiastic about meeting outsiders. Each one introduced themself and then we introduced ourselves. Then they did some singing and dancing.

Walking across the village to the school

As we began to head back to the edge of the village, Ma had us wait while she went and got each of us a coconut to drink. We gave her money for the rebuilding of their village church, which had been destroyed several years ago by a cyclone. We also bought some baskets and shells from some of the local women. We were told that in this remote village, these sales were their only livelihood. We also left the village with papayas. This village, at the northern tip of the Yasawas, isn’t visited by the ferry. To get to the mainland for supplies and services, they take their own boats south to Nanuya Island, and then catch the ferry to Denarau. It’s expensive so they don’t make this journey often.

The church that was destroyed by a cyclone

Hiking back from the village to Champagne Beach

After we hiked back and returned to our boats, we heard a call on the radio from Jeanne Socrates on Nereida. She had a rat onboard and was looking for help to catch it. I took some peanut butter over for bait but otherwise wasn’t much help. The rat was cornered but the space was too small to do anything to trap it. We chatted a while to catch up since we hadn’t seen each other since New Zealand. She decided to sail down to Nanuya the next day to catch a ferry to Denarau to buy better trapping supplies.

On Thursday, Ian and Laura, Pat and I went to the beach south of the anchorage to explore. We then had tea together to say our farewells for now. I would see them in a few weeks but Pat would not. (We had already said our farewells to Womble, who had sailed back to Viti Levu to prepare to sail to Vanuatu and then on to Australia.)

Exploring near the anchorage

Exploring

Aldabra anchored at Champagne Beach

The wind died during the night, and without it the swell became uncomfortable. Pat and I left the anchorage the next morning at 6:30. There was no wind and we motored in very flat seas with no swell. Dolphins joined us for a few minutes along the way, our first visit in Fiji.  

We arrived back at the anchorage in front of the Paradise Cove Resort at 1:30 p.m.  It had been a quick trip to the Yasawas but it was worth seeing, even briefly. The only boat in the anchorage was Jetwave Avalon, who we met in the Cook Islands. I’d seen them on AIS several times in recent weeks but had not seen them in person. The hundreds of fruit bats in the trees on shore were very vocal. It was a still night.

The bats at Paradise Cove

On Saturday, October 12, we put the dinghy in the water and later took it north a couple of miles to the pass where the giant mantas hang out. Again, we didn’t see any but the snorkeling was great. We turned around before too long because the dinghy was taking on water through the drain plug. Plus, the dinghy motor was acting up. We got back safely to Aldabra and had sundowners on Rhapsody, who had arrived that afternoon. Their new motor had been successfully installed in Denarau so they were on their way to explore the Yasawas.

On Monday, September 2, we left the Denarau Marina and headed west to Musket Cove, which is part of the Mamanuca Islands west of Viti Levu. We arrived in the middle of the day with lots of wind and chop and anchored until 4:00 p.m.  At that point, the tide was high and we could head into the marina. Knowing we had to med-moor in the marina, I was quite nervous. But there was plenty of room on both sides of us. I started backing the boat toward the dock and Jeff dropped the anchor when the harbor master signaled him to do so. As I kept backing up, fortunately in a somewhat straight line, Jeff ran back to the stern to throw the lines to the harbor master and Brad from Ndebt, who was there waiting as well. It went pretty smoothly.

Musket Cove is a very popular place amount the cruisers. Although we were on the dock, most people anchor or pick up a mooring ball. We were there because the Citizens of the Sea organization was about to hold a two-day workshop to share the findings of the data collection we had done on the way from New Zealand, and to get our feedback. But many other boats were there in anticipation of the Musket Cove Regatta, which was to commence the following week. The Musket Cove Regatta is a big party opportunity and even during the week leading up to it, things were very social.

Jeff and I both attended the Citizens of the Sea workshop on September 4^th and 5^th. On the first day, a coral-restoration scientist gave a talk and then took us out to an artificial reef where he was cultivating coral. It was so windy that day that we had to cancel other activities and have lunch back at the marina. The next day, we were in a conference room, hearing from local scientists about coral restoration in Fiji and about what they were learning from the very early analysis of our data collection. A very eye-opening day.

Coral growing on the artificial reef, the black algae has to be removed for the coral to thrive

The fish and the coral need each other

The next day, Jeff and I had lunch before he boarded a ferry to go back to the mainland to catch a flight back to the U.S. and then to his home in Mexico. He had been on the boat for eight weeks and had been a very valuable crew member

The next day, on Saturday, September 7, my sister Wendy arrived on the ferry. We stayed for a few days and hung out with the other cruisers. Then on Monday, September 9^th, we checked out of the marina and headed to Navadra Island, arriving about six hours later. It was quite crowded and we had to anchor in deep water. It was also pretty rolly. We spent one night there and didn’t go to shore.

The next morning, when we tried to pull up the anchor, we discovered that the chain was stuck on a coral head. Added to that, another boat had anchored too close to us and prevented us from being able to maneuver well. As we tried to motor and make turns to free the anchor chain, a couple on another boat came over to see if they could help. In the end, I put on my dive gear to investigate. We were in 70 feet of water and I had to go down once just to understand the problem. Then I went up to give Wendy instructions on what to do once I was down on the bottom again. (I needed her to let out about 20 feet of chain so I could quickly pull it off the coral before it got taut again.) I tried to surface slowly after the second dive, but once I surfaced, they told me that the husband from the other boat had dropped his phone. Without thinking it through, I went down to the bottom again to look for the phone. (If I had taken a pause and asked questions, I might have figured out that this was a bad thing to do. First, it was a cheap phone and he was used to losing his phones. Second, the chance of finding it was slim. Third, I needed to wait before doing another dive at that depth. But I was feeling guilty so I went down again. I searched and searched but could not find the phone. Finally, I started ascending slowly, crawling up the anchor chain and stopping for safety intervals. I didn’t have my dive computer or a watch on, so I was just guessing at the times. Fortunately, I surfaced without incident. But it was still not a good move on my part.

Once we were free and I removed my dive gear, we motored north to Yalobi Bay on the southern side of Waya Island. We tried anchoring three times and couldn’t find a spot that was shallow enough without being too close to a reef. As we were going through these machinations, Womble appeared from the south. Hearing our feedback, they detoured to the west side of Waya, to the Octopus Resort. We followed. It’s a bit tricky because you have to go out through a pass with submerged reefs on both sides, but we crawled along slowly and got to the anchorage in the late afternoon.

With stiff steering and no autopilot, we each steered for a half hour. Wendy got lots of practice at the helm. The bluetooth headphones are great for communicating when someone is on the bow.

The anchorage in front of the Octopus Report was windy and quite rolly and uncomfortable.  Womble was already there. We anchored and were followed in by Justina, a boat we had been on the radio with when we were in Yalobi Bay. They also had tried to anchor there and had given up.

The next day, we went ashore to the resort. John and Marsha from Justina were there and we chatted. Later RaLa, and Ted and Jenny on Southern Star showed up. All the boat crews went ashore than night for cocktails and dinner. On Thursday, September 12, we explored on shore and went snorkeling. That evening, after cocktails on Womble, I was down below and the watermaker and the motor were running. I heard Katrina callng my name and I rushed into the cockpit. Aldabra’s anchor had dragged and we were floating by Womble’s transom as Dale and Katrina looked on in horror. We gave them a tiny bump as I put the transmission in forward and drove away from them. I called Wendy into the cockpit and she drove the boat while I pulled up the anchor. We motored around the anchorage until we found a spot that was far enough away from other boats before we dropped anchor again.

During the next few days, we snorkeled, hung out on the boat and socialized with RaLa, Womble and Justina. Then on Sunday, September 15, we motored up to the anchorage in front of the Paradise Cove Resort on Naukacevu Island. Womble and RaLa led the way. After we anchored, we took a couple of dinghies north to a pass where giant mantas can be found. We didn’t find any mantas but the coral was beautiful in places. The next day we walked on the island behind the resort and had lunch with RaLa and Womble. We snorkeled near the boats after lunch. The Paradise Cove Resort is very nice. The food is good. The accommodations seem nice. The diving is good. And the staff is welcoming to cruising boats as long as we don’t inconvenience any of the guests.

On Tuesday, September 17, we got up early, pulled up the anchor, and followed Womble and RaLa north to the anchorage in front of the Nanuya Island Resort. It was windy and rainy so we stayed on the boat all day. Our friends Bob and Sarah on Rhapsody were already there, they had been anchored for a few weeks after their motor died. They were waiting for a new motor to arrived in Denarau from Australia, at which point they would get a tow from a local boat to Denarau.

On Wednesday, the crews from Womble, RaLa and Aldabra went to shore and hiked across the island to Lo’s Teahouse. We had juice and donuts and wandered around before hiking back to the resort for lunch. That night, Wendy and I joined a couple of other boats at a nearby house for a Fijian dinner, Semi and his wife cooked us a very nice meal and we chatted with Semi and the other cruisers (Peter and Susan from Opal Lady and Graham and Bev from Bellisima.)

The next day, Wendy and I joined Sarah from Rhapsody for a repeat of the walk to Lo’s Teahouse. After we visited Ian and Laura on RaLa during the afternoon, we joined the crews of a couple dozen boat on the beach for sundowners. We met a lot of boats from New Zealand and Australia. On Friday, we had tea on Womble with RaLa. It was a windy day and the anchorage was filling up.

On Saturday, Wendy and I went in the dinghy to meet the ferry that was bringing her husband Pat. They ushered him onto the resort boat, so we went to shore and picked him up there. He had had time to buy some veggies in Denarau before boarding the ferry, so he cooked us his chicken and vegetable curry that night. On Sunday, we walked on the beach, had lunch at the resort, and then walked over to Lo’s Teahouse, followed by a quiet night on the boat.

I should mention that it’s pretty hard to get fresh vegetables in these outer islands. The resorts serve fresh vegetables at the restaurants. And if you’re in one place for a bit, you can have them brought in on the daily ferry. Plus, you can buy papaya from locals who come around on paddle boards. But we felt lucky that Pat could shop for us in Denarau and get a few things.

On Monday, Pat, Wendy and I went to the resort to join a boat trip to the caves on Sawa-I-Lau Island. The open boat sped over shallow water atop gorgeous coral reefs. The trip also provided a beautiful view of the islands along the way. Once at the caves, we went with our group to the entrance, where we dropped into the water of an outer chamber. It was really crowded inside but the guides of the various tour groups cooperated to keep everything organized. To enter the inner chamber, you had to go under water and aim toward the beam of a flashlight held by one of the guides inside. The guides gave you a bit of a push so the underwater part wasn’t really that risky and you were at the surface in an instant. Inside the chamber, we explored the caverns and experimented with the acoustics. Exiting the cave was equally as organized. A guide gave you an all-clear signal, you took a breath and went under water, and he gave you a push to get you out to the other side. Another feature of the tour is a collection of vendors selling local handicrafts and Pat and Wendy found some gifts for their grandchildren. The trip back to the resort was as gorgeous as the trip out. We followed it with lunch at the resort.

On Tuesday, September 24, we motored back south to Somosomo Bay at the top of Naviti Island. Our friends Chip and Kristina on Second Set were anchored there, along with our friends from Rayfiki, and a boat we hadn’t seen since the Tuamotus, Infinite Grace. We visited with Chip and Kristina and then went to shore for sevusevu, along with Jeff and Michelle from Infinite Grace. A man named Fremmie escorted us to the chief’s house for sevusevu (the presentation of our kava root) and then helped us procure some fruits after a brief tour of the village. The village was bigger than a lot of the other villages we had visited and seemed more unkempt. Although we didn’t linger long enough to find out more, it is likely that many of the people in the village work in the local resorts and are exposed to the outside world far more than some of the other villages we have visited.

That night we had cocktails on Second Set, along with Infinite Grace and the family from Paradise Falls. The next day was windy and rainy so we stayed on the boat doing projects. Pat refined the wiring on a new radio I installed in Musket Cove. And we fixed the pump in the forward head. The night was calm and we had to run the motor a couple of times because we weren’t getting any wind energy and the day had been so overcast that the solar panels hadn’t been effective.

On Thursday, we picked up Kristina in the dinghy and went over to an area on the east side of the bay. We anchored the dinghy and snorkeled in a spectacular collection of coral on the reef. After lunch, we walked along the eastern beach. It was a beautiful sunny day with just a slight wind. That night, it got very windy.

The next day, we pulled up anchor and motored back to the Paradise Cove Resort anchorage. It was very windy. Second Set followed behind but didn’t find a good spot to anchor so they continued on to the Octopus Resort. Rainbow Child came in and anchored next to us. (Rainbow Child is the new name of Pulsar, which had been owned by Graham and Karri Alderson. When Ray and Debbie lost their boat Thursday’s Child, they bought Pulsar and renamed it. This was the first time we’d seen them since leaving Savusavu.)

Saturday was still windy and sunny. We went to the resort and had lunch with Ray and Debbie, then snorkeled in the anchorage with Debbie. The next day, Rainbow Child left and we went to shore and took a long walk over the length of the island, then had lunch at the resort. We stayed on the boat in the afternoon. Phil on Sliver came over and brought us some freshly caught Walu. We had it for dinner with rice and it was excellent.

On Monday, September 30, we motored sailed south with the jib out on a beam reach in 15-18 knot winds, arriving at the northwest side of Kuata Island. A small trimaran was in the best spot but we anchored behind them, between a moored boat and a reef. Peter and Susan on Opal Lady came in and anchored on one side of us. And Second Set came in and anchored nearby. After snorkeling on the reef, we all had sundowners on Opal Lady.

Cocktails on Opal Lady. Pat took the picture.

On Tuesday, Second Set left and Opal Lady and Aldabra took our dinghies around to the windward side of the island for lunch at a small dive resort. It was windy, and even windier on the other side, and getting through the reef to the shore was tricky. We got caught on some coral and got scolded by the local guys. Lunch was a buffet with more to sample than we could eat. It was good. We had planned to hike but ended up getting back in our dinghies and returning to the anchorage. We were the only two boats in the anchorage that night.

On Wednesday, we left Opal Lady alone in the anchorage as we motored south to Mana Island and successfully wound our way through the tricky channel to the anchorage. We anchored near Second Set. There were not a lot of boats there. We went to the beach with Kristina and walked around the island and found ourselves on the other side, at a beautiful spot called Sunset Beach, where we enjoyed a dip in the ocean. Then we continued walking around the island, stopping for beers at a small dive shop. Mana is well known because a version of Survivor is often filmed there. During our walk, we passed by areas where the TV show’s equipment was either being stored or abandoned. We walked through one resort that seemed somewhat uninviting. We never came upon any restaurants that drew our interest. Had we been there for diving, the experience would have been different. Other boats enjoyed many spectacular days here, but we were underwhelmed.

Sunset Beach on Mana Island

Walking around Mana Island

On Thursday, we pulled up anchor at 9:30 a.m. after waiting for enough sunlight to get through the narrow, winding channel. We had tracks to follow but Pat and Wendy were on lookout at the bow and I was at the helm. The channel markers were very confusing and we went too far to the left at one point, ending up on the reef. Second Set was exiting behind us so they went back and anchored and brought their dinghy over. They decided to go to shore to see if they could find a boat with a powerful motor to drag us off. Meanwhile a dive boat was coming in and offered to give us a tow. Unfortunately, the tow line snapped off their cleat and got wound around my prop. I was about to dive under to cut the line free when another dive boat showed up. A young man grabbed my knife and swam under the boat and quickly cut the line free. I then gave the main halyard to the first dive boat. They pulled Aldabra sideways while the young man in the water gave me guidance on which way to steer backwards. In moments we were free of the reef and underway, with no time to extend a proper thank you to the guys who had made it happen. Without their help, we would have had to wait several hours for the tide to change to float off the reef.

Once out of the Mana Island channel, we motored for the rest of the day around the reef surrounding Malolo Island and back into Musket Cove. It was really windy and the anchorage was fully populated with boats. We anchored on the far side with a reef between us an the shore. We took a wet dinghy ride to shore and had an early dinner with Rhapsody and Second Set. The ride back wasn’t too bad and we had a relatively calm night at anchor.

On Friday, we pulled up anchor really early and motored over to a mooring ball we had spotted the night before. It was right in front of the marina so dinghy rides to shore would be far easier. After visiting with Rhapsody for a few minutes, we went to shore to buy provisions. Later we went back to shore to enjoy a dip in the pool with Chip and Kristina, followed by dinner at the cafe.

Hanging out at the cafe at Musket Cove

Sunset in Musket Cove

On Saturday, October 5, we went to shore in the afternoon for showers and lunch and then to see Wendy off on the ferry. She would take the same ferry she arrived on, landing in Denarau and then making her way to the Nadi airport for a flight back to California.

Wendy getting ready to leave on the ferry

There is always a farewell song as people depart

The passage to Kadavu wasn’t too bad. The wind was light, from behind, at first and we motored for a couple of hours. But then the wind filled in and even came around to a beam reach. We hand steered all night, two hours on, two hours off. We rounded the top of the pass above the Great Astrolabe Reef around 4:00 a.m. Now in the protection of the reef, the winds and seas lightened up and we had to motor again. We headed to Daku Bay because I mistakenly thought that it was where the main village of Vunasei was. (We had told Thomas on Soarise that we would meet him at the village in the middle of the day.) As we arrived in a anchorage, we found Soarise and Thomas informed us that we were in the wrong bay, not the one with the village. So we anchored, slept for a couple of hours, and then followed Soairse around to the next bay south, where the village was. Both boats anchored and Jeff and I went ashore in the dinghy. We checked in at the police station and did some shopping, finding beer and some fruits and vegetables. Later that day, good friends of Thomas’, Samedhi and Picasso arrived.

The next day, we all went to shore. Jeff and I found some more groceries and a place for lunch take-out. The other three boats explored on their own. Having re-supplied Aldabra, Jeff and I brought up the anchor the next day, on Wednesday, August 21, and sailed and motor sailed back north and inside the reef to Vurolevu Island. It was a small anchorage and a bit crowded, but we managed to squeeze in.

Vurolevu is known for giant Mantas swimming through the pass and into the anchorage and we were keen to see them. Soarise also came in and anchored there and Picasso and Samedhi anchored nearby at Ono Island. The next morning, we took the dinghy across to a nearby Buliya Island to do sevusevu so that we could gain permission to be at Vurolevu.

The village on Buliya contrasted a bit with the remote villages in the southern Lau group. The houses and buildings were more substantial, probably because building supplies are more accessible. But also, the villages had many more visitors, from the few resorts in the Great Astrolabe Reef area and smallish cruise ships. (The village most likely gets money for the visits and most of those tourists buy handicrafts.) So our visit was greeted politely but with very little interest. It didn’t help that Tony, who hosted us for sevusevu, had been up all night, fishing. We stayed and chatted for less than a half hour and then got back in the dinghy as a couple of tour boats arrived to an enthusiastic greeting.

The ride back to Vurolevu was rough because of wind and chop. When we got back to the boat, we tried exploring around the point where mantas might be expected. It was really too rough to be out there but Jeff did spot one manta as we were getting back in the dinghy. That night was a windy, uncomfortable night in the anchorage, which was not that protected. As we were thinking about moving to another island, Picasso and Saorise and Samedhi let us know that they were headed to another island, and we followed them to Namara Island.

The first three boats had good anchor spots. We were a bit farther out and less protected. But it was a beautiful spot, used by resorts for picnics. You could walk over a hill to the other side and stroll a long beach at low tide. That night we joined the other boats for a cookout on the beach. It was nice to get to know Samedhi better, whom I had met in the Tuamotus. And it was nice to spend time with Mike and Daisy and their kids on Picasso. I had seen them in the Tuamotus on their previous boat, Traveler, but I didn’t get to know Traveler or Soarise until we were all in Tonga together.

Bonfire on Nomara Island

Chatting with Thomas, Daisy and Jeff

On Saturday, August 24, we pulled up anchor and sailed to Dravuni Island. RaLa and Womble were there, having sailed down from Savusavu. The anchorage was calm with a nice shallow sandy bottom. We went ashore to do sevusevu, which was extremely cursory, because this village was visited frequently by a cruise ship and they all made their money from those visits. We were of no interest at all. But we were welcome to hike on the island, and we happily did that. We hiked to the top of a lookout and could see the eastern side of the Great Astrolabe Reef. The view was spectacular.

Looking east from the top of Dravuni Island

Katrina and Laura hiking along the spine of Dravuni Island

Looking east to the edge of the Great Astrolabe Reef

The beach on the windward side of Dravuni Island

On Sunday, Jeff and I did chores. I did a bit of snorkeling in the anchorage with Katrina. And Jeff and I had tea and scones with Ian and Laura on RaLa. It was a very windy night with serious rain. The dinghy was in the water so it couldn’t drain. Three times that night I crawled into the dinghy to bail it out. The rain also came through the mast boot, which we thought had been sealed very well in New Zealand. We added it to the list of things that must be fixed.

On Monday, the skies cleared and the wind started backing down in the afternoon. The cruise ship had come into the anchorage and things were quite busy. All three boats decided to pull up anchor and sail back to Vurolevu Island. The anchorage was less crowded than during our previous visit and we had a nice night.

On Tuesday, Womble and RaLa went diving with the Oneta Resort. Jeff and I took the dinghy and went over to look for mantas. We saw three and of course they were magical. After we returned to the boat, I checked the anchor and realized that the chain was wrapped around a coral head and we were much too close to Womble. We had planned to leave the anchorage a bit later, but because of our precarious position, we pulled up the anchor and started heading toward a northwest pass to leave the Great Astrolabe Reef. As we were leaving, the dive boat arrived and passed by us so we could say goodbye to Womble and RaLa.

Womble and Rala saying farewall to us as we leave Vurolevu Island

We motored out of Herald Pass and then put up the main with one reef, and the jib. After a few minutes, we put in a second reef in the main. Protected by the reef as we headed west toward the main island of Viti Levu, we could sail comfortably in reasonable seas and wind on a broad reach. Eventually, as we left the protection of the reef, we struggled with big seas and winds from behind that threatened to make us jibe. For the most part, we struggled all night in challenging seas with the stiff rudder.

We left Ogea in the late morning on Monday, July 29. As we were leaving the very shallow bay, we touched a small coral head and bent the rudder back. We dropped anchor outside of the bay to inspect the rudder and decided to continue on. The steering was now stiff and hand steering was now our only option.

Rudder bent backwards

We motored for a couple of hours over to Vulaga and followed the tracks of RaLa and Womble into the tricky pass and over to the anchorage in front of the village. We all went to shore and walked to the village for sevusevu, the presentation of our bundles of kava root to the chief of the village. Ian and Laura on RaLa had already been to the village a few weeks before, so they introduced us to Mitchi, the head man and his wife Lenny. They were Ian and Laura’s host family and they soon became our host family. A man by the name of Tai became Dale and Katrina’s host family. Mitchi took us to the village chief for our presentation and checkin. We provided our boat papers for Mitchi to check and gave 50 Fijian dollars per boat. After that, we were officially welcomed into the village and onto the island to explore as we pleased. Mitchi is a master carver and I bought a carving from him with plans to return the next day for more.

The next day, we returned to the village. We bought a basket of fruits and vegetables and then went to Mitchi and Lenny’s house. We sat on a mat outside while Mitchi carved and his nephew talked to us about his life. Jeff and Ian went up to a lookout above the village and Laura and I stayed on the mat and had fresh coconut water. In our discussions, I learned that Mitchi needed sandpaper and his nephew needed rope, so I agreed that we would come back soon to bring those things. We were expecting a few days of strong winds, so Mitchi urged us not to rush back to the village.

The next day, Wednesday, all three boats went over to anchor in what is referred to as the lagoon, along with a host of other boats. It’s a pretty wide-open expanse with a sandspit in the middle. It’s very popular among kiteboarders and they were having a fun time because it was certainly windy enough. The anchorage was surrounded by small jungle-covered islands with nice beaches. Ian and Laura took Jeff and me on a walk around the island right in front of our boats. Later we had beers on the beach with Ian and Laura and Brad and Tari from Ndebt, whom we’d met in Ogea.

On Thursday, we returned to the village. RaLa took their boat over and we joined them, towing our dinghy. We gave the sandpaper and rope to Mitchi and his nephew and they gave us a big squash. Then I bought some onions and potatoes in the small village shop. After we returned to RaLa, they anchored near the pass with plans to sail out of the pass and north that day. And we took our dinghy back to Aldabra. Womble left the next day, also heading north.

On Friday, Jeff and I took the dinghy over to the pass to snorkel it. We started outside the pass, dragging the dinghy and let the current take us inside the pass. I struggled to keep the dinghy from being pushed by the wind into the reef on the other side of the pass. And there wasn’t anything spectacular to see in the pass that day. But we were glad to have had the adventure. We also used the handheld depth sounder to take depth readings on the way back, knowing that a friend would be coming into the pass in a couple of days and we planned to escort him in. On Saturday, I put on my dive gear and cleaned the parts of the boat bottom that we can’t reach by snorkeling. It was the first cleaning since leaving New Zealand, so it was good to get that done. Jeff worked on his list of projects. On Sunday, Thomas on Saoirse arrived at the end of the day and we escorted him through the pass. He had brought some important parts for me from New Zealand, so I was glad to unburden him of them – autopilot parts and new cabin fans.

On Monday, August 5, we took the dinghy over to the village to help Thomas check in. Mitchi and Lenny agreed to host Thomas because he was our friend. We first sat in on a town meeting, where a representative reported what had occurred at a meeting among all the Lau group islands. Then the chief did the sevusevu ceremony for Thomas and Tore and Maud on Song of the Sea. Next, we went to Mitchi and Lenny’s house and sat with them. Mitchi wove a hat for Jeff. Thomas talked with Mitchi about what carvings he wanted to buy.

Our hostess Lenny

Mitchi carving a turtle

Ian showing us the basket that Lenny has just woven for him

Jeff and his new hat

During all these days, it was really windy, so not much fun to explore by kayak or go swimming. The entertainment on Tuesday was a bonfire on the beach with the other boats in the anchorage. (The owner of one of the boats worked at Logitech at the same time as I did, but we didn’t know each other.) The excitement the next day was when the Fijian Navy came to board each boat to check our papers. They were very friendly.

On Thursday, we went back to the village to attend a fundraiser for the cricket team. It seems that a man came to the islands in this group several years ago and introduced them to cricket. So even though rugby is the popular sport throughout much of Fiji, Vulaga is one of the islands that is devoted to cricket. We watched the cricket match in the middle of the village. Then we joined the villagers in the community center for singing and pageantry and a lunch. Each of the boats that attended donated money to cricket the team so they could travel to another island for a tournament. They raised more than 1000 Fijian dollars, with maybe 700 coming from the yachties.

That night, we sat down with Tore on Song of the Sea and Thomas on Saoirse and made a plan to leave. Vulaga is a place you can stay for a long time if the weather is nice. But we were faced with several more days of wind.

The next day, August 9, we pulled our anchors up at around 9:30 a.m. and headed out of the pass and toward Matuku. There was a thought that we would sail all the way to Kadavu, but once underway, we realized the conditions would not allow us to get to Kadavu before nightfall the following day. So we sailed to Matuku.

It would be an understatement to call this a difficult passage. It started off okay. We had decent wind as we headed northwest, cutting through a pass between two islands. But as we left the protection of those islands, the seas started getting bigger and the wind shifted and dropped off. We altered course to go below the island of Totoya instead of above it. As we proceeded, the seas and the winds built. We were on a broad reach, always at risk of jibing as the waves pushed us from side to side. We were hand steering and it was very difficult to hold any kind of a course. At one point, Jeff was steering and he heard a clunk and then the steering went from being very stiff to very loose and unresponsive. He fought with the wheel for a couple of hours. Finally (and of course this is in the middle of the night in huge seas) I opened up the lazarette and discovered that the wire rope had come off the steering quadrant. We let the boat drift as we emptied the very full lazarette and proceeded to tighten the bolts holding the wire rope so that it stayed taut around the quadrant. That done, we proceeded on our way to Matuku. It was still hard to hold a course in those waves, but at least we could steer.

We arrived near Matuku at daybreak on Saurday, August 10, and entered the pass easily and were anchored around 8:30 a.m.  It took us a couple of tries to find a suitable spot because three other boats were already there and there are multiple coral reefs in the middle of the harbor. We were never quite happy with the spot because the chain sometimes scraped on coral. But we were anchored in 50 feet of mud and the holding was good. In the Matuku harbor, the wind comes howling off the high mountains that surround it. It looks like it should be an anchorage that is protected from the prevailing winds, but instead it’s very gusty.

We rested for the rest of Saturday and then on Sunday, Jesse and Luke came and picked all of us (Song of the Sea, Saoirse, Aldabra and Ndebt) up in a long boat and took us to the main village for sevusevu. After that ritual, we walked around the village and visited the grounds of the hospital before heading back to our boats.

Brad from Ndebt took this picture as we were exploringthe main village

That day Jeff and I got some projects done. Jeff installed a new feedpump for the watermaker and I replaced the filters. We inspected the wire rope on the steering quadrant before repacking the lazarette. We refilled the diesel tank with fuel from jerry cans. Jeff fixed some wiring. And we visited with the chief of the small village where we anchored. He stopped by looking for two-part epoxy to fiberglass a seat on his boat. With no epoxy to offer, we gave him some rope. That night I was up all night as the boat was buffeted by the high gusty winds.

The next day, some folks went on a hike, led by Jesse, to the top of a mountain that looks down on the anchorage. And the day after that we had a good snorkel out near the reef next to the pass. I didn’t see a lot of interesting fish life but some of the coral was healthy in spite of being devasted by storms in recent years. Everyone came over to Aldabra for sundowners that night before Song of the Sea and Saoirse left for Kadavu in the middle of the night and Ndebt left the next morning.

Aldabra at anchor in Matuku, the wind came howling down from those hills

Aldabra found ourselves alone in this beautiful bay, surrounded by high, lush mountains. Jeff and I spent Wednesday doing laundry and cleaning up the boat. That evening, we went into the village at the invitation of the chief. His family was commemorating the death of a relative in Suva. We had kava with the men, and then went inside the house, where they held a church service for the deceased relative. Then they served a feast of delicious local food. A lot of the time they were speaking in Fijian so we didn’t know what was going on, but they were all quite hospitable. We excused ourselves after dinner to free the men up for more kava and we took our dinghy back to the boat in time for another windy, sleepless night.

Dinner at the chief’s house

The chief’s daughter

The next day, still very windy, Jeff polished the stainless steel railings and I got out fishing gear and rope that I wanted to give to Jesse. It was otherwise a lazy day. Jesse came by the next day and brought some fruit, and I gave him the gear. Jesse is a very special person. His mother had been a teacher in the main village when he was growing up. As some during his younger years, he lived a wild life. But by the time we met him, he had found religion, had a family and had become a very motivated entrepreneur. Not all of his ideas have been realized yet, but he has started a farm, he takes cruisers on hikes, and he is working out how to make Matuku a destination for cruising boats. There is a lot to uncover about Jesse, and we wished that we could have spent more time with him.

Over the next couple of days, we continued to wait out the wind, doing projects on the boat. Then on Sunday, August 18, we took the dinghy out to the pass for one last snorkel, returned and started stowing things to get ready for an overnight passage. Jesse and his daughter stopped by to say farewell. We left the anchorage in Matuku at 3:00 p.m., bound for Kadavu.

The new starter motor for Aldabra’s diesel engine finally arrived from New Zealand on Wednesday afternoon, July 17. It was installed on Thursday morning. Jeff and I then went to town to do final provisioning. After we returned, Ray and Debbie from Thursday’s Child stopped by for a visit. After last-minute preparations, showers and checking out of the marina, we headed out of the marina and traveled about four miles to the anchorage in front of the Cousteau Resort. We anchored next to our friends Bjorn and Anneli on MaricX. They came over for a nice visit and some sundowners. After sunset, we said our farewells because we’re headed in different directions and may not see each other unless I visit Sweden or they visit the U.S. It was a windy night in that anchorage but all was well.

The next morning, we pulled up our anchor shortly after 6:00 a.m. and headed out of the bay, pointing the boat toward the island of Namuka in the southern Lau Group. For several hours, we were close hauled with more wind than predicted. The waves weren’t huge but they certainly weren’t helping us. Eventually, the wind shifted so that we were traveling on a reach, at first a close reach and later a slightly broad reach. The passage took a little more than 28 hours.

We had some issues on the passage. First, we realized early on that the autopilot wasn’t working properly. It engaged, but would not hold its course. Jeff eventually figured out that he could keep the autopilot on track for periods of time if he assisted the wheel by hand. I wasn’t very successful with that technique. I resorted to hand-steering a lot, but even that seemed off, as if there were too much play in the steering. I was quite frustrated during the passage because I couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

At another point, we started the motor but there was a vapor lock and no raw water was going into the motor. Because of that, the impeller broke up. Jeff replaced the impeller and got the impeller bits out of the hose. He did this in a half hour and it would have taken me much longer to accomplish the task.

At another point during the passage, the anchor broke free from a hook that was securing it and it bounced off the bow of the boat a few times. It bent a stainless steel pipe that was installed in New Zealand, but it didn’t break the pipe and it didn’t damage the hull. I secured the anchor with an additional line and we had no more issues with it. While I was on the bow, a wave crashed down on top of me and flooded the anchor locker. It wasn’t the only time on the passage that I would have to change into dry clothes.

We arrived at Namuka behind Womble, who had left Taveuni nine hours after we left the Cousteau anchorage. (They are a fast catamaran.) With waypoints provided by Ian on RaLa, we successfully navigated the pass and dropped anchor in a beautiful bay. RaLa was already there and the three boats had the place all to ourselves. That afternoon the six of us hiked an hour through the jungle to the village. There we presented packages of kava root to the chief. He made a traditional speech in Fijian, which welcomed us to their island and gave us permission to explore.

Katrina Ibbotson took this image of us walking to the village in Namuka

Dale Ibbotson took this photo of us in Namuka. Aldabra is the boat in the middle.

After hiking back to anchorage, we all went back to our respective boats. Jeff and I had lots of tidying up to do after the passage and we needed sleep after being awake most of the night before.

The next day, Dale and Katrina and Ian and Laura took their paddleboards, and Jeff and I took our kayaks to explore around the bay. We tried to go through a cut that led to some snorkeling but the current was so strong we couldn’t get out of the cut. We then found a spot inside the bay for some snorkeling. Later that day we all joined up on the beach for beers and a game that involved strategically knocking down wooden pins placed on the sand. Dale and Jeff did quite well. The others of us were more inconsistent.

Kayaking in Namuka, courtesy Katrina Ibbotson

Jeff kayaking, courtesy Katrina Ibbotson

On Monday, July 22, after consulting the weather predictions, we all pulled up anchor and sailed southeast about five hours to the island on Ogea. Once inside the pass, we sailed up to the entrance of a small bay that is rather shallow. Jeff and I anchored outside the bay while Womble and RaLa went in and got themselves situated. The anchorage was crowded with several catamarans and one monohull. RaLa touched bottom as they went in but got themselves anchored. We took the dinghy into the bay and did several soundings with the handheld depth sounder before having tea on RaLa. We left their boat around 5:30 with the intention of spending the night outside the bay. But as we approached Aldabra, the boat was rolling a lot, so we decided to pull up anchor and head in.

The tide had come up enough in the previous two hours that we didn’t hit bottom, although we probably only had inches below the keel at times. We dropped anchor with enough water under the keel and spent a reasonable night, although it was quite rolly. 

The next morning, several of the boats left and we moved deeper into the bay, closer to RaLa. By the end of the day, all the boats had left except for one, other than we three. We went to shore and hiked forty minutes through the jungle to the village. The walk was very nice and the people in the village were quite hospitable. The village has been subject to flooding from a rising sea for the last ten years, so they have installed cement culverts for drainage and elevated cement walkways to move around the village. We presented our kava roots to the son of the village chief for sevusevu. He and a few other villagers sat and talked with us for about a half hour. Then we followed Vuli, one of the villagers to a garden where he found a stalk of bananas that we could buy from him.

Getting ready for our walk to the village in Ogea

Jeff took this image of the village in Ogea

Dale Ibbotson took this shot of the boats in Ogea

Another shot from Dale Ibbotson in Ogea. Aldabra in the foreground. Very low tide.

After returning to the anchorage and having lunch, Jeff and I joined the others for paddling around the bay. Later we met up on the beach for sundowners, along with Terry and Brad from the one other boat, Ndebt. The night was calm and the anchorage wasn’t very rolly.

Today, Wednesday, July 24, we’ve enjoyed a quiet morning on the boat. Moderate winds are blowing so it’s not hot enough to drive me into the water. I’ve been studying my autopilot manual to figure out if there is anything I can do to fix it. So far I’m still mystified. On the bright side, I can see that Thomas on Saoirse has arrived in the Nawi Marina after a passage from New Zealand and Minerva Reef. He has onboard his boat some new autopilot parts for me. So there is a chance that the boats will rendezvous sometime in the near future and maybe Jeff and I can install those new parts, we’ll see.