We found out that Mark’s residency card for French Polynesia had arrived at the post office of Atuona, Hiva Oa, and that it was nearing its 15 day “holding period” already. We also discovered an opportunity to buy duty-free diesel. Unfortunately, it was blowing quite a bit and we knew – for sure – that the 7 mile channel between Tahuata and Hiva Oa would be a battlefield of waves, wind and current. All against us, of course. One day, we saw the white caps from our anchorage. The following day, I rose at six in the morning and glimpsed at the horizon. No white caps! Was this the moment? I woke Mark up and at 6:30am, Irie’s anchor was onboard and we were heading towards Atuona. Again.
Bashing, bouncing, jumping and sliding. Expected, but not
enjoyed were a salt water shower, a serious boat shake down and seawater for
breakfast. An accompanying pod of dolphins was barely visible in the watery
turbulence off our bows. Everything was
soaked and encrusted with salt when we arrived in the least attractive bay of
the Marquesas. We settled quickly near the main dock on one anchor (“knowing”
the last big cargo ship was there two days prior), antsy to get the busy day
started. Then, we found out the supply ship Taporo had been delayed because of
bad weather and was on its way here. Darn… Too lazy to re-anchor, we let out
all of our chain to hopefully fall behind the two yellow markers ashore and put
a second anchor out, parking just outside of the “no anchor” zone and in line
with the other sailboats.
At 9am, we hitched a ride to the town, where Mark
immediately had the broken filling of a tooth fixed, without appointment and
for free. Then, he had his painful elbow looked at and x-rayed by a doctor in
the hospital. We learned that both pieces of mail we were expecting had- indeed
– arrived. We picked them up at the post office, where there was no line for a
change, and the employee asked “Kilty?” While we rushed from here to there, our
smiles grew big. We could barely believe our luck and the helpfulness of the
people. We felt like celebrities. Usually, every little thing we try to
accomplish takes a whole day, or more likely, totally fails! A visit to the
pharmacy and the grocery store followed and then, we hitched a ride back to the
harbor… with our friendly doctor ... in an ambulance! At noon, we were home.
The whole series of events had happened within 3 hours; a personal record!
“You guys are so lucky you weren’t on your boat this morning,”
we heard when we swung by our friends in the anchorage. “Irie almost sank!”
Hmm, not the words you like to hear. Apparently, the Taporo had dropped its
anchor close by and skimmed Irie on its turn into the dock. From our friends’
perspective, the massive ship missed us by a hair. Later that night, after
another tasty and social evening with our friends of SV Kril and SV Amandla, we
could experience the skillful maneuvering ourselves, when we almost touched the
steel monster when it pulled away from the dock, passing within 30 feet of our
bow. We were lying behind the “safety zone” markers. Just. With a thundering
sound, the Taporo picked up its anchor, without tripping ours.
The following day, on Friday, I walked back into town with a
couple of friends for a – hopefully – last run of errands. Veggies, eggs,
groceries, potting dirt, money, and I even managed to swap two packs of cookies
which we realized were months out of date. The glitch? I had to pay 100 CFP
(about $1) extra for each new pack, because those dates were not expired. Time
to go back to peaceful and pretty Tahuata, where efficiency and money are not
important! It was a quick and effective two-day stop in Atuona, but we hope we don't have to repeat it any time soon.
Arrival of the Taporo IX while Mark and I were off the boat (photo by Fabio Mucchi)
Social gathering and tasty tapas on SV Amandla
Meet "the girls": Ursula, Lisa and Liesbet
And here are "the boys": Mark, Michael and Fabio (photo by Fabio Mucchi)
Departure of the Taporo
They came pretty close, but, luckily, did not pick up our chain or anchor
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