Speedwell of Hong Kong

Life Locked Down on the Hard

Author: Shirlz

29th April 2020

Yesterday New Zealand relaxed into a level 3 lockdown and the boatyard has come alive once more. After 5 weeks of ghostly quiet, with the birds becoming bolder and bolder, the gates have been unchained and the workers are back on the job, albeit keeping the mandatory 2m social distance. Not always easy.

Speedwell is secured in a cradle at the edge of the slipway which gives me a good view of the water and the boats being hauled out or relaunched. There had been no movement during the level 4 stage of our lockdown, but now the slipway is open again and I have something to watch while I sit in the cockpit having a coffee break.

Colourful fishing boat being hauled out

It has been a fairly productive month. I find it much easier to get things done in the cooler weather without being plagued by my glasses fogging up and sweat running into my eyes as I battle to reach into unreachable spaces with a screwdriver or spanner.

The first job was to sand down the underwater part of the hull to get rid of all the flaky old antifouling paint. I had invested in a battery powered orbital sander and a bargain-priced vacuum cleaner which could be attached to it so that no noxious, toxic dust could make it’s way into the atmosphere. The system worked well but the vacuum cleaner wasn’t quite up to the heavy industrial-type demand. It needed some coaxing to keep it going till the job was done, after which it quietly expired.

Mast lowered

The mast had been lowered with help from Julie just before the gates closed which has meant that I’ve been able to properly repair the chafed patches caused by the parrels rubbing against the corners. When I set up the rigging this time I’m going to try using webbing at the mast which might help to prevent this happening again. It might also overcome the problem of the parrels jamming up on themselves as the sail is raised. We shall see.

Annie has been a wonderful help, generously giving me access to her impressive collection of tools. We share a ‘bubble’ so are allowed to visit each other and many a convivial evening has been spent discussing world affairs over the odd glass of rum. Sometimes, for a treat, we sit in the exquisite interior of her almost-finished boat, Fanshi, two crazy old bats sipping bubbly from crystal glasses.

All set for a cozy evening

I spent about a week repairing and patching my hard-working sail using her heavy-duty sewing machine. All the webbing loops for attaching the sail to the battens were looking very thread bare and have been replaced. Now all looks good for the next 10,000 nm providing, of course, that we will ever be allowed to freely roam the seas again. The day before the lockdown began I was able to take delivery of five lengths of 50mm o.d. aluminium tubing to be made into a new set of battens for the sail. The old ones were 35mm and I have been told by those who should know, that there will be no need to reinforce the new ones with glass and epoxy. It certainly makes things easier.

Battens – old and new

The weather has been turning wintry with some cold, wet and windy days. Time for inside jobs. The electrical wiring on Speedwell had become a bit of a rats nest over the years with rather too many unidentifiable loose ends and dodgy connections. It seemed like a good time to tackle the problem. Annie to the rescue again with the loan of her professional-grade wire crimper for replacing the connectors, along with a kind donation of heat shrink insulation from one of the other boatyard inmates, making the job relatively easy. Some nightmarish bits of almost chafed-through wire were discovered and replaced, redundant wires removed, all corroded connectors renewed and every single wire labelled. I felt quite proud. I’m even thinking about drawing up a wiring diagram.

Badly chafed ground wire

The engine came next. I thought that all it really needed was a bit of a clean-up. Maybe a wipe down with an oily rag, as I’ve been told one should do on a regular basis. I set to with a will. Hmm.. there seemed to be quite a lot of water in the bilge. Surely I had dried it all out just the other day? Oh, dear. The culprit was a steady drip coming from the raw water intake pump allowing all the old water still in the system to find it’s way into the bilge. So, the pump was removed, not without difficulty, and to my great relief I was put in touch with an engineer who has done a great job of repairing it. How different to the agonisingly difficult time I had trying to get the same thing done in Annapolis a few years ago.

Kingfisher on mooring post

In these quite extraordinary times, I count myself very lucky to have landed up in one of the safest places I could hope for.

May 2nd, 2020  |  Posted in Cruising, New Zealand  |  5 Comments »

Down the coast to a Whangarei lockdown

Author: Shirlz

26th March 2020

I left the Bay of Islands in mid-January and made a leisurely passage to Whangarei with some interesting stops along the way.

Deep Water Cove and the path leading to the Cape Brett Trail

A very slow start in light winds saw me making my first anchorage of the voyage at Deep Water Cove, a mere 10 miles from my starting point and the last possible anchorage before leaving the Bay of Islands area. The cove lives up to its name and I had to approach far closer to the rocky shore than I would normally choose to do, but the weather was settled and I felt it safe enough. One reason for choosing to stop here was that there is a small rocky beach from which a path gives access to the Cape Brett Trail. The full trail takes a day each way with an overnight stop in a hut at the point, but from Deep Water Cove its possible to do a round trip to the light house and back in less than a day.

The view towards Cape Brett

I set off early and the trail was quite hard-going but spectacular. Some stretches of the path were along a narrow ridge with vertiginous drops either side. The anchorage was well sheltered from the west wind that was blowing and I only realized how strong it was when I was exposed to it on the ridge. I was almost tempted to drop to all-fours, but carried on bravely vertical.

The path and Piercy Island

The lighthouse is situated high up on the ridge, but the hut is back down at the waters edge. Of course I had to get down there, and found a table to sit at and enjoy my sandwich for lunch. I didn’t want to spend too long relaxing as I was a little anxious about the safety of Speedwell in the rocky cove. A long slog back up to the top and soon enough I was safely back on board. Pretty tired after a really great walk.

The Light house

Next day it was an interesting sail around Cape Brett and I got to see the lighthouse and Piercy Island from a sea-level perspective. Tourist boats were taking sight-seers through the hole in the island.

A sea level perspective

The wind was light and fluky so I decided to stop at the nearby Whangamumu harbour where there is an old whaling station and access to some other good walks. My shoes had rather fallen apart on the hard Cape Brett trail and I spent a while stitching the uppers back to the soles with my handy-stitcher, an invaluable tool.

I found a good stick

The next day I had another good walk (wearing my repaired shoes) to Te Toroa Bay. It was also quite tough with many steep ups and downs. I found a good stick along the way which helped to stabilize me on the steep parts. When the trail reached Te Toroa I was delighted to find a small beach with a tidal pool. There was no one around and I had a quick refreshing skinny dip. Big waves were crashing on the rocks nearby. Quite a dramatic place.

Whangamumu harbour

I spent another day or two at Whangamumu enjoying the calm, clear water and doing some more exploring. The waterfall where I had hoped to get some fresh water for the boat had practically dried up as there hadn’t been any rain for some time. Linda and Bryan on Fantail were also there and we had a good walk together to Tangatapu with lunch on Fantail afterwards.

When I eventually left, I had a really good sail down the coast with a NE wind giving the junk sail a chance to do what it does best. I reached the entrance to the recommended anchorage at Whangaruru about lunchtime, but decided to carry on to Tutukaka as we were doing so well. The entrance to Tutukaka was quite narrow with waves crashing on rocks either side. I would have loved to take some photos but was fully occupied in just getting safely through.

The spot that I chose to anchor in when I first arrived started to seem alarmingly shallow as the tide began to fall and, unsure of what the bottom might be like, I prudently moved to a deeper place while it was still possible.

Next morning I left early at slack water and motored most of the way to the entrance to Whangarei. The wind I had hoped for never materialized, but I enjoyed watching enormous flocks of seabirds (prions, petrels, shearwaters) sitting on the water, comfortably riding the swells. They seemed unsure of us as we approached and would take off at the last moment and land again a short, what they considered safe, distance away.

Whangarei Heads

I was able to reach the entrance to the bay at Whangarei with the tide in our favour and had a fast trip up to Parua Bay where I anchored in the Nook for the night. A lovely peaceful spot. The next day I waited until 14:30 for the tide to start coming in and had an easy trip up to the anchorage off Norsand Boatyard. Fairly shallow but a soft muddy bottom so not too much of a problem if we touched.

Once I was settled in I contacted Annie Hill who is building herself a boat at the yard. She kindly invited me over to join her for dinner at her boat-shed. Annie’s boatbuilding deserves a separate post and you should have a look at her blog. She has been wonderfully helpful in showing me arround and providing transport for serious shopping trips.

My Dinghy tied to the dock at low tide.

I spent a few weeks anchored in the rather muddy waters of the Hatea River having to plan my trips ashore very carefully. There is a strong tidal current with a nearly 3m tidal range. The bottom is very soft mud and walking and dragging the dinghy through the mud at low tide was not a good option. Timing was of the essence.

Speedwell being hauled out at Norsand Boatyard

I had planned to haul Speedwell out of the water at the beginning of May and fly to the UK for a few months to be able to extend my visitors visa, but now the coronavirus has made that impossible and I find myself ‘locked down’ aboard on the hard at Norsand Boatyard. No excuses now not to get really stuck in to all those long-outstanding boat jobs. A pity that all the hardware shops and chandleries will be closed, but I did manage to get a just-in-time delivery of 5 new aluminium battens. So, on we go.

March 26th, 2020  |  Posted in Cruising, New Zealand, South Pacific  |  No Comments »

Bay of Islands

Author: Shirlz

January, 2020

Soon after arriving I found a nicely sheltered anchorage within reasonable rowing distance of the small town of Russell. The Russell Boating Club generously allows visiting dinghies to tie to their dock from where it is a short walk to the centre of town. It was quite a culture shock to suddenly find myself in a first-world tourist town. Nothing ramshackle here. Proper pedestrian pavements, no feral pigs and dogs. Real supermarkets. I restocked with as much as I could carry back to the dinghy and picked up some information about walks in the area. After a few weeks at sea I was keen to get some exercise.

Russel Boating Club

There is a great variety of well-maintained footpaths to choose from. My first short walk was a path leading up from a nearby beach to the road. Not very exciting you may think, but it was quite magnificent. My first taste of the wonderful tree ferns that seem to be everywhere. Also my first sighting of the delightful fantail bird. It was steep and I was aware of how unfit I had become. I made an instant decision to make these walks a regular thing.

Tree ferns

A more ambitious walk, the ‘Bay of Islands Coastal Walkway’ took more than the advertised 5 hours to complete. Starting from the ferry dock at Russell for the crossing to the bigger town of Pahia on the opposite shore. The path follows very close to the water’s edge and unfortunately I hadn’t done my homework and the state of the tide put the path underwater. But the overland alternative was interesting enough and soon rejoined the coastal trail. The Pahia beachfront was busy with holiday-makers but I seemed to be the only one doing the walk.

along the water’s edge

There were beautiful views across the bay, although, what I really enjoyed the most was when the trail entered deeply wooded areas. Usually with steep ups and downs. The dense tree-ferns creating a wonderful green lacy groin vault cathedral ceiling. Birdsong was everywhere, but I found it very difficult to spot them in the dense greenery. I was thrilled to see my first tui, which is a fairly big honey-eater, easily identified by two white tufts of feathers under its chin. They are wonderful songbirds and create an amazing variety of sounds. The one that I kept hearing, before eventually spotting, it made a loud screeching double-squawk followed by two most beautifully liquid notes.

Low tide with mangroves and mudflats

Once clear of the trees the path came out at the head of a shallow bay and I could see Speedwell anchored not all that far off. A long boardwalk takes you over the muddy mangrove swamps. At low tide the mud seems to stretch for miles and the farmed oyster beds are exposed. If you stop for a while mud crabs emerge cautiously from their holes.

By the time I arrived back at my starting point, which was the dinghy dock at the boat club, I was pretty tired, hot and thirsty. Luckily for me it was a Friday, one of the 3 days of the week that the club bar is open. That icy cold beer was wonderful. After a 17km walk I felt I’d earned it.

Just another beautiful place to anchor

Of course, I have also found myself in one of the most beautiful sailing grounds one could possibly hope for. At first I was quite content to stay comfortably anchored and just relax after the long passage from Tonga, but soon enough I felt compelled to see what lay around the corner. I started sailing about, exploring a few of the other anchorages, always with a possible shoreside walk in mind. Distances between the various small islands and bays are short making it possible to easily move to better protection if the wind should suddenly change.

A beach on Moturua

There were plenty of other boats around enjoying the holidays but it always seemed possible to find a less crowded spot to anchor. I really enjoyed a walk on Moturua Island which is very popular. It was another fairly long trail all the way around the island with plenty of ups and downs. Magical views as you come down to the coast every now and then to find an exquisite small bay with sandy beach. On one of the beaches, quite a long one, I stopped to watch a big black oystercatcher making its way along the waterline, foraging in the sand with its strong red beak. It was steadily approaching me. I kept still, wondering how close it would get before it saw me and flew away. I was charmed to realize that it had me in sight all along and as it reached a point about 10m away, it kept a beady eye on me while circling to seaward, still walking, keeping exactly the same distance away until it felt it had safely passed, and then continuing along in its normal way. How considerate! How polite! I followed its example and continued on my way.

Tall Ships Regatta

On Saturday I was lucky enough to be given a place on Gordon Gregg’s ‘Tystie’ which was taking part in the annual Tall Ships Regatta, a major Bay of Islands event. I was a little disappointed to see that there were no actual tall ships taking part, but something like 10 junks were there and it was a very colourful event. I refrained from entering Speedwell as I have no experience of racing and, with no third-party insurance, the thought of jockeying for position at the start or tight manoevering round the buoys frightened me more than any ocean crossing.

January 12th, 2020  |  Posted in Cruising, New Zealand, South Pacific  |  3 Comments »

On to New Zealand

Author: Shirlz

Vava’u, Tonga

31 October 2019

I was ready to go. A bad chest cold that had been bothering me had cleared up, but now a strong southerly wind was blowing, not ideal. I decided to wait another day and went for a last walk on the wild and windy side of the Island. Sheri came round in the evening with a bag of surprises to be opened at sea. What a lovely thought.

Friday, 1 November 2019

The forecast was too good to miss so I decided to leave despite the fact that it is Friday, normally considered a taboo day for starting a voyage. The dateline takes an artificial kink around Tonga, so I felt justified in putting superstition aside.

Last view of my little beach

A slightly slow start with not enough wind to sail off the mooring had me motoring for a short while. The engine didn’t sound too happy and died after a few minutes, but we were underway at last and I decided to keep going. I suspected that the problem was just due to an airbubble caused by a recent filter change. We had a lovely sail down through the maze of little islands and soon enough we were in the open sea. I started to feel a little queasy. I had spent too long in flat, protected water.

By the evening I was feeling better and we were sailing smoothly along with 2 reefs in the sail doing a comfortable 4 knots. I had a sundowner beer followed by a some lentils and rice for dinner.

The restored Navik wind-vane was working well with a bit of help from the famous green bungee to compensate for weather helm. I was very glad that I had moved the table over to the port side so that I could use the starboard bunk. With the wind from the east It looks like we could be spending a lot of time on a port tack. I unearthed a derelict old cell phone which has a good loud alarm and used it to wake me every twenty minutes.

At about 2am I spotted the lights of a ship about 2 or 3 miles off, heading north. No AIS warning. We passed safely.

2 November 2019

A reasonably comfortable night, sleeping well between the 20 minute wake-ups.

Kao with Tofua in the background

In the morning the volcanic island of Kao rose steeply out of the haze ahead. Quite a surprise. We passed safely about 5 miles off. In the evening, Tofua, its flatter sister was still in sight to port. The wind had dropped a little so I was using the full sail. Before dark I dropped one panel.

3 November 2019

Wind a lot stronger and heading us. I hastily reefed down to 3 panels. Now the area of volcanic activity which I was hoping to pass east of lay directly in our path. I eased off on the sheets to pass more comfortably to the west. The sea now very rough and we were just plugging along at 1 to 2 knots, but laying a reasonable course. I had been reading about volcanic islands suddenly erupting about here and was anxious to get clear of the area. The sea seemed very bumpy. Maybe something was brewing down in the depths. No choice but to carry on.

4th November 2019

The day started out with a squall. Grey skies, wind up and down. After lunch the sun came out. Things always look better when the sky and sea are blue.

5pm and 1000 miles to go.

5 November 2019

A big ship passed one mile off during the night. I first spotted a faint glimmer of lights on the horizon. A struggle to see with the binoculars. Switched on the AIS and waited for it to get a GPS signal. Still nothing. Now I can definitely see its a ship and coming our way. Get out the hand held compass and take a bearing. Ahh..the AIS has woken up at last, loud alarm to warn that the closest point of approach will be 1.5 miles. A bit close for comfort but safe enough. I sat out in the moonlit cockpit and waited for it to pass. Then back to my bunk after first checking that the battery had plenty of life and deciding to leave the AIS on.

6 November 2019

After an easy night with a beautiful half moon and no more ships we had an idyllic day on a smooth sea doing a steady 4 knots, wind just abaft the beam.

7 November 2019

Wind really picked up this morning from the NE. Now racing along under just 2 panels.

8 November 2019

Fast sailing all night. We’re out of the tropics now and it’s starting to get chilly. The Navik still performing perfectly. What a relief.

racing along with just one panel

I noticed that one of the lashings at the end of a lower reefed batten had come adrift. Hove-to to fix it. Must have happened when the top sheet span got caught under the reefed bundle.

Moving fast.
Noon position showed our best days run so far. Just over 100 nm.

Later down to the top panel only. A bit less wild.

9 November, 2019

Wind still F6. Making good progress but not very comfortable. Crossed the 180 meridian so now we are East instead of West.

The wind picked up to F7 later with scary streaks of foam on the water and rather big waves. I decided to gybe and head more to the west where the weather fax indicated better conditions.

Just before dark I hove-to as it was getting really rough. Too much water on deck and in the cockpit. The odd one reaching the chart table. Massive waves.

After about 2 hours of drifting northwards I packed it in, decided it wasn’t really all that bad and started sailing again.
10 November, 2019

Made it through the night. Still on a WSW course. A bit of rain this morning and sun occasionally breaking through.

No dolphins, flying fish or birds. A lonely sea.

11 November, 2019

Working slowly to windward.

Navik working well with help from the green bungee

A bit of a rainy patch this morning but now lovely sunshine. I had been taking a lot of care not to let myself get wet when going outside, always putting on a waterproof jacket and taking off my long pants. As the sun came out, I became careless and of course, one of those little rogue waves leapt into the cockpit just as I was adjusting the Navik and soaked my warm jersey. I had to scratch around to find something else warm to wear.

Saw an albatross.

12 November 2019

Still very windy and rough this morning. During the night the Navik vane got blown about 30 deg out of alignment which set us rather off course. Too far east. Not good. Well, that’s another thing I must remember to check hourly. Now back on track but what a waste.

13 November 2019

Spent many hours in the cockpit last night trying to get the sail working properly on the port tack. Adjustment of the sheet seems critical when close-hauled. The wind had gone light and the sea was still lumpy which didn’t help. It was pleasant enough, with a nearly full moon. I had put on my heavy duty off shore gear to keep warm. No more bare arse and light jacket. The duvet is on the bunk and it still feels chilly at night. You know you’ve left the tropics when the coconut oil solidifies.

We eventually settled on a reasonably steady course, jogging along at about 2 knots, clawing our way westward.

This morning I noticed that the parrel on the second batten from the top had almost completely chafed through. All those days of running downwind, deeply reefed. I found a suitable length of line to replace it, hove-to and we were soon on our way again. A beautiful day. I made some sweetcorn fritters for breakfast as the muesli and fruit juice was becoming boring.

A pair of Kermadec petrels came over to check us out. Yesterday I spotted an albatross. Too far off for exact identification but thrilling to see.

After the noon position-taking ritual I tacked to work back to the rhumb line. Exceedingly slow and frustrating. The sail definitely works better on the port tack, but we were heading too far east and something had to be done. We hung in there, determinedly. Reading Pratchett.

14 November 2019

We had been going along quite nicely and things were looking up. I was getting a few hours sleep, when I was rudely awoken by bumpy seas and loud thunder. OK, a cold front had been shown on the weather fax. This must be it. I lowered a panel, although the wind didn’t seem very strong. Heavy rain. As the squall passed, the wind direction changed and now was heading us again. End of comfortable progress. I tried for the best possible course and went back to bed till morning.

15 November 2019

When the sun came up the wind had died completely. Time to get the engine going. What a pain. It ran for about 20 minutes and then totally died. Oh dear. Not too difficult to check things out on a nice flat sea and it seemed that the problem must be fuel starvation. Something wrong with that filter I’d put on before leaving. Luckily I had another spare and it was easily installed. We were on our way again.

No wind

I dressed up warmly and sat in the cockpit hand steering. Slow progress. With much careful adjustment of bungees, engine revs, chain position on tiller and angle of wind vane, I managed to get the Navik to hold us reasonably well on track. Not good enough to just leave and go below, but no longer necessary to have a hand constantly on the tiller. Progress indeed.

I missed the 1pm weather fax but then noticed fine high cirrus in the sky, which doesn’t normally bode well. I managed to pick up a clear chart at 3pm which gives the 72hour forecast. No storms looming. No wind either. Big high pressure system. It would be a doddle if the electric autopilot was working and I had a few more litres of diesel.

Some beautiful petrels soared and skimmed nearby. Maybe our wake kicks up little edible creatures.

Switched off the engine at midnight to get a few hours sleep.

16 November, 2019

Motoring on a flat sea

Sea flat calm. Not a breath of wind which means the Navik is no use at all, but the bungee is coping well enough to hold us on course with the engine running.

It was warm and sunny and I grabbed the opportunity to have a rather overdue shower in the cockpit using the garden sprayer. Feels good to be clean and fresh again.

17 November 2019

A really good day. After a decent night’s sleep I woke to find there was enough wind to really start sailing again. A smooth 1-2 knots and as the wind gradually freshened the Navik was able to take over the steering. What bliss after 26 hours of noisy motoring.

And then a pack of about 30 dolphins appeared on the scene, circling and making multiple passes. I did my usual demented singing thing which they seem to appreciate. Before leaving, a big one surfaced right near the boat and gave me a friendly, if slightly curious, look in the eye.

The weather is sunny and warm and I can sit in the cockpit without getting drenched by every passing wave. Only 140 miles to go now, and the 48hr forecast looks fair.

18 November, 2019

The wind picked up quite strongly overnight and I had to reef to 3 panels. Now moving at 4-5 knots on a steady course.

By noon we had covered just over 100 miles. Amazing. It started to look as though the end was in sight.

It had become quite hazy with visibility limited to about 1 mile. During the day I don’t have the AIS on as I spend a lot of time looking out, but because we were almost there, I was busy filling in the multitude of forms needed to clear in and hadn’t had a look out for some time. When I belatedly stuck my head out a massive container ship was just looming out of the murk. Far too close for comfort and on an obvious collision course. As they say, ‘the show ain’t over till…’ I quickly switched on the AIS to get an accurate assessment and tried calling them on the radio. But couldn’t waste too much time as it was obvious that I would have to get out of the way, and smartly. With the sail far out and deeply reefed, I was worried about gybing and causing a fan-up. But I would have to turn more downwind to pass safely. My luck held and although we were forced to sail by the lee the sail stayed firmly in place. What a wonderful rig. The ship passed with half a mile to spare and we were soon back on course again.

Just before dark a black squall loomed over us. Thunder and lightning. Wind going crazy. When it settled down about 2 hours later, the best course I could manage was hard on the wind and about 20deg W of the course. Still nearly 40 miles to go. Looks like we wont get there today.

19th November, 2019

The wind held steady all night and we made slow progress. I managed to get a few hours sleep in 20 minute snatches. At about 5am it was just light enough to see ahead and to my amazement the land was visible. Still about 8 miles off but the timing was good as now we were reasonably sure of arriving in daylight. I managed to light the primus and made a mug of coffee.

Land just visible on the horizon

Then the wind dropped again and I was able to shake out all those reefs and soon decided that the engine would be a good idea. As the day brightened, a welcoming committee of three dolphins and two gannets came to greet us. Just perfect. A big catamaran approached from astern and soon passed us. Also on the way in. A bit later there was another mega yacht motor sailing past.

The land was still a grey silhouette on the horizon, but as we got closer colours started to fill in. A very interesting scattering of rocky islands.

Soon enough I was in the thick of ferries, small sailing boats, a para-sailor, a plethora of small motor boats out fishing. It was a struggle to stay awake and keep my wits about me. I was delighted by a flotilla of small penguins who hurried to get underwater and swim rapidly away as we approached. At last, there was the customs dock at Opua. I managed to tie up alongside and the officials took over. The bottom of the hull was checked for marine growth by using a video camera on a long stick. I held my breath, worried that they might find the odd determined barnacle, but we passed the test. Passport stamped, contents of lockers inspected and we were free to go. Whew.

Safely anchored, Bay of Islands, New Zealand

I moved around to a quiet little anchorage for the night and cracked the bottle of bubbly.

November 21st, 2019  |  Posted in Cruising, New Zealand, South Pacific  |  10 Comments »

Visa Run to Fiji and a Quick Haulout in Vava’u

Author: Shirlz

27^th June 2019

In April I left Speedwell on a safe mooring and caught the weekly plane from Vava’u to Fiji.My 6-month visitor’s visa for Tonga was about to expire and I needed to leave the country so that I could return and make a fresh start. It was strange travelling like a normal tourist, unaccompanied by all my floating home-comforts.

Not my normal mode of transport

Arriving in Nadi airport on Viti Levu, the main island of the Fiji group I was a little surprised to see how big it was. Not the small island airfield I had half expected.

When I was still in the dreaming stage of longing to go cruising I met a couple who were passing through Cape Town after crossing the Indian Ocean on their circumnavigation. She sold me a rather lovely shell necklace that she had made and told me that the shells had been collected in Fiji. It sounded faraway and very romantic. I imagined an unspoiled tropical island paradise and dreamed of sailing there myself one day. Now here I was. In an international airport. Hoping to find transport into a bustling town. Very different to my imaginings.

The Downtown Hotel offered a free shuttle and soon enough I was booked into a very convenient budget hotel right where I wanted to be. There was hardly any point in me choosing to stay at a waterside resort hotel out of town, as for me, the novelty was to get away from the palm trees and water for a while. And the price was right. Now I just had to amuse myself for a week before catching the next flight back to Tonga.

Sri Suva Subramaniya Hindu Temple

The next day was a Sunday with nearly all shops closed, but just a few blocks away was the colourful Sri Suva Subramaniya Hindu Temple. It was pouring with rain, but fortunately I had my trusty brolly with me and I went sightseeing. Shoes had to be removed before entering and I was given a colourful wrap to cover myself from waist to ankles. Family groups were burning incense, scattering flowers and offering platters of food at the various shrines. I walked around and then found a place to sit and just enjoyed the peaceful scene.

Nadi is quite a small town and I soon became familiar with the layout. I was looking for some new burners for my old Primus stove and decided to catch a bus to Lautoka, a bigger town about an hour away. The buses are very cheap and easy to catch, although you have to buy a prepaid card as the driver doesn’t take cash. After a bit of confused wandering about the busy streets of Lautoka I was quite thrilled to find a box of assorted bits and pieces for kerosene stoves in a small Indian shop, crammed with every imaginable item, from false eyelashes to miniature Hindu God statues. I only bought two burners as I wasn’t certain that they would be an exact match. Now, back on Speedwell and having tested them out, I really wish I’d bought more as they are perfect.

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Sigatoka Pavement market

I did some more exploring, travelling by bus to the pretty town of Sigatoka. I wandered around the very good open market and bought some fruit for a picnic lunch. The town is in a lush, green valley and fresh produce comes in directly from the growers. Hardly a plastic bag in sight.

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On the open bus

For the return trip I caught one of the open buses which took an interesting winding route along the coast, stopping at small villages along the way. Everyone seemed to know each other and the bus would stop and wait or back up if someone was late.

View from Mt Talau, Vava’u

It was good to get back to Vava’u and know that I now have the option to stay until I’m ready to leave for New Zealand. Next project was to apply for the necessary visa that South Africans now need to visit that country. I was able to do this online although some of the options were very confusing. My friend Annie Hill in Whangerei, kindly interrupted her busy boat-building schedule to make some inquiries for me and the problems were sorted out. After paying the required fee I had to deliver my passport to the nearest NZ immigration office for processing. It appeared, from the email that was sent to me acknowledging receipt of my application, that the passport would be forwarded to Beijing for consideration before being returned to me, hopefully with visa granted. It seemed a rather dubious procedure and I was very anxious about losing control of my passport. The nearest NZ immigration office is in Nuku’alofa, the capital of Tonga on the main island of Tongatapu about 150 nm away. There is a new fast ferry that runs twice a week so I opted to deliver the passport personally and hopefully speak to someone about how they were planning to return it to me. Imagine my relief when I was told that the procedure had changed and all they had to do was scan the passport and the rest would be achieved electronically and emailed to me. I spent the rest of the day happily wandering about the streets of Nuku’alofa stocking up on a few things that are not available in Vava’u (basmati rice, hearing aid batteries). I also bought some snacks for the ferry. On the way down I had assumed there would be some sort of cafetaria aboard as the trip takes 12 hours. In fact the only refreshments available were water, nescafe, milo and instant noodles. Not all that exciting.

I relaxed for a few weeks back in my favourite anchorage near Tapana island. The weather much cooler now and the cyclone season just a memory. Lovely walks at low tide and weekly trips to town for coffee and shopping. But the hull still needed a new coat of antifouling, the rudder had developed a rather unnerving wobble and the Navik still had to be re-installed.

Hauling out at the Boatyard

So, I sailed around to an anchorage near to the Boatyard slipway and the next day, when the tide was right, Speedwell was hauled ashore. I cleaned and painted the hull myself and Ken, of ‘Friendly Island Fabrication’ did a great job of sorting out the rudder. I also took the opportunity to remount the Navik. It has been practically rebuilt and looks almost as good as new. Ten days after hauling out we were back in the water. A new record for me.

Rudder looking good

June 27th, 2019  |  Posted in Cruising, South Pacific  |  2 Comments »

Waiting out the cyclone season

Author: Shirlz

1 April 2019

For the past few months Speedwell and I have been securely moored in a sheltered bay keeping a wary eye on a selection of internet weather forecasts. I have always made a serious effort to be away from areas that are affected by hurricanes, or cyclones as they are referred to here, in the summer months so this is a new experience for me.

A neighbouring boat during one of the storms

So far we have had three potential storms, two of which were classified as actual cyclones albeit in the fairly benign categories of one and two. There was a lot of torrential rain and some very strong squalls, but so far (touch wood) no damage. The sail had been taken down for repairs which helped to reduce windage, but has meant that I’ve been rather reluctant to venture out and explore other anchorages. Sod’s Law dictates that as soon as I get the sail back on a dreaded ‘bad one’ will strike. So I patiently hang on until the official end of the cyclone season.

The anchorage on a good day

In the meantime I have managed to complete a myriad of fiddly repair jobs which needed doing. Too many and probably just too trivial to be mentioned here. The weather, of course, has been very hot and humid but daily swims in the crystal clear water help. The hull needs regular scrubbing to keep the weed and barnacles under control and this gives me plenty of opportunity to get familiar with the hoards of tiny fish which have opportunistically colonised this friendly floating reef. Sometimes bigger ones also make an appearance.  I have been told that they are good for eating but would feel just too traitorous to be sitting there with a hook on the end of a line trying to catch one.

Bigger fish going after some stale bread

Whenever there is a calm day I venture out on my inflatable kayak and explore the neighbouring islands. The water is so clear that gently floating over the shallows, just inches from the colourful coral is almost as good as snorkelling. Tiny, psychedelicly-patterned fish go quietly about their business. A pair of clownfish looking like something out of a Pixar movie frequent a nearby purple anemone.  There are sea snakes around but so far I haven’t encountered any. Apparently their mouths are very small which makes it unlikely that they could inflict a bite.

Mela and Lisa of Café Tropicana

The highlight of the week is a trip into town with Larry and Sheri who have a truck parked ashore. First stop is always the ‘Tropicana’ for a mug of Greg’s superb coffee and a chocolate brownie for breakfast. Then it’s on to the open market to hopefully find something green and leafy to eat. This is not the best time of the year for fresh produce. I have discovered many delicious ways of cooking plantains and sometimes I might find a good avocado. The pineapple season is over, mangos made a very brief appearance and don’t even think ‘lettuce and tomatoes’. Of course there are always bananas.

Downtown Neiafu

Next, a browse through the many small grocery stores that line the main street. Most of the shopkeepers are Chinese and they all seem to stock the same basic essentials. Nothing is cheap unless you can find a bargain bin of cans and packages that have passed their sell-by date. For light relief we cruise the flea-markets with their piles of cheap, colourful clothing. Mostly priced at about $2 so I sometimes indulge. Despite the heat the rule here is to dress conservatively which, for the ladies, means no bare shoulders, knees or wanton cleavages. So one sweats.

A beautiful day for a walk

Yesterday there was a conveniently-timed low tide at about 10 in the morning and Sheri and I took advantage of the opportunity and went for a long walk on the exposed outer shore of the island. It was quite magnificent with a view of the outlying islands on one side and green jungle down to the coral.on the other. Now and then a small white beach.

Sheri looking at the ancient cut slabs

Some way along there is a big area of flat coral. In ancient times massive rectangular slabs were cut here and transported overland to be used in the construction of royal tombs called ‘langi’. Old pottery has also been found in the area. All from many centuries before the first European ‘discoverers’. We lingered a while, marvelling over the effort that must have been involved, before continuing on our way and eventually back along a jungle track which came down to the beach about a mile from the anchorage. The tide had been creeping in and we had an almost waist-high wade to get back to the dinghy. High adventure.

A few weeks ago I realized that my 6-month visa would expire before the end of April and I needed to leave the country for a short while in order to get it renewed. Fortunately there is a weekly flight to Fiji, so on Saturday I will be flying out for a week which will give me a quick preview of my next cruising destination.

April 1st, 2019  |  Posted in Cruising, South Pacific  |  1 Comment »

Tonga

Author: Shirlz

The anchorage at Neiafu, the main town of Vava’u, is well protected from all winds and crowded with moorings. There seemed no alternative but to pick one up or anchor way out in water about 30m deep.

The mooring field at Neiafu

I used the time there to do some shopping at the really good open market where it was evident that pineapples were in season. Very sweet and deliciously juicy.

Pineapples at the market

Walking around the outskirts of town I was amazed at the number of pigs and piglets wandering freely about. I found out later that many of them are feral and are a bit of a nuisance. Although, I thought the tiny piglets were rather cute, always keeping within safe proximity to their own personal milkbar and protector.

Street Pigs

On one of my walks, to have a look at a small cave, I was viciously attacked by a pack of 5 or 6 dogs. It was a terrifying experience. Luckily I was rescued before too much damage was done. The local hospital gave me a tetanus shot but no stitches were required. I’ve been advised to carry a stone on my walks so that I can threaten to throw it at any worrisome dogs, as they are generally known to be a bit of a problem.

After paying for a week on a mooring I decided to try to find a less crowded place to anchor. I had managed to get a copy of a chartlet showing the recommended anchoring spots and set off to start exploring.

Anchorages in Vava’u

After a short (5 miles) sail I found a place in the beautiful bay of Port Morelle. Not really a port as such, just a lovely small white beach at the head of a bay surrounded by forest. It was wonderful to be away from the throng with only 2 or 3 other boats in the anchorage. A strong east wind had been blowing ever since I first arrived but here it was relatively calm with crystal clear water making snorkelling irresistible. After a few days the wind finally dropped and I paddled across to the reefs that line the shore.

A boat called ‘Love’ in Port Morelle

Inevitably, after about a week, the wind came round to north west which is the only direction to which the bay is open. It kicked up a nasty swell – time to move on. So another five miles of magical sailing to the island of Nua Lapu where I picked up a free mooring in the lee of a small village. Dogs eyed me from the shore and I was quite happy to stay on board..

The sun came out at last

Next day the sun was out at last and I snorkeled among brightly iridescent turquoise and indigo fish. But supplies were running low and I sailed back to Neiafu for a quick shopping trip.

While having a coffee break, I met Sheri and Larry who told me about a good long-term anchorage near Tapana Island. They have a small catamaran and have been living there for the past 20 years, weathering many cyclones. It sounded like a plan.

I sailed there the next day really enjoying the clear, flat water, gentle breeze and exquisite surroundings. What a change to be sailing for the sheer pleasure of it.

Kayaking around Tapana Island on a beautiful day

The Tapana Island anchorage is everyone’s dream of the South Pacific. A really lovely place to relax and unwind. Calm enough to be able to do many of the jobs needed on Speedwell. I have the use of a very secure mooring and plan to stay here for as much as possible of the cyclone season rather than spending months in the Boatyard. Hopefully hauling out only just before I leave to do the usual antifouling.

Black Noddy on Bokkom the dinghy

A flock of Black Noddies have adopted Speedwell as the perfect place to perch and watch the water for their next fishy snack to swim past. They squawk and dive and flutter back. Sometimes the water is alive with bigger fish. A pair of tropic birds have a nest ashore and a small blue heron patrols the beach in the evenings. What a wonderful place. If only it wasn’t for those cyclones….

November 22nd, 2018  |  Posted in Cruising, South Pacific  |  4 Comments »

On to Tonga

Author: Shirlz

I spent eight days in Raiatea moored off a friendly boatyard. I was relieved to find that it was possible to restitch the sail in situ as it would have taken far longer if I’d had to remove the sail completely. A few other small repairs to the rigging were needed and the usual attempts at repairing the Navik. The main town of Uturoa was a long walk away along a busy road. No public transport but I was usually able to get a lift, at least for the heavily-laden return trip. I was surprised to meet up with Robert and Connie on their yacht, ‘Andiamo’. I had last seen them in 2003 in Mar del Plata when I was with Pete Hill on China Moon. They had access to a car and helped me to transport two jerry cans of diesel which I will use if necessary on the next leg of the trip.

 

Douglas, Erwin and Jay

 

After a week of hard work and expensive shopping for provisions I had a good break on Sunday when I joined Jay, Erwin, Douglas and John from other boats in the anchorage to go on a hike to the top of the island. It was quite a stiff walk at times and I felt the effects of all those months at sea with little exercise for my legs.

The next day, Monday 24^th September, the weather looked good and after making my farewells I headed out through a comfortable pass through the reef. It was slow and roly at first in the lee of the island but soon enough we were speeding along at 5 knots.

For three days we made wonderful progress making good nearly 100 nm each day. The sail looked fine and with a steady wind and reasonable seas the Navik was managing very well. As the wind got a little lighter on the 4^th day out I cautiously raised the bottom panel with the repaired batten. It showed no signs of stress and I was able to use it whenever necessary for the rest of the trip. I started working on a hand-stitched courtesy flag for Tonga.

 

Repaired batten back in action

 

Of course it couldn’t last. On the 28^th the wind switched to South and strengthened with a series of heavy rain squalls and black clouds. I quickly reefed right down and we were able to keep going with the wind on the beam. The Navik had to be refastened a few times. I was happy that I had been able to replace the broken zip on my rain jacket. I tried to pick up a weather fax but the daytime reception is very poor and there was nothing intelligible. Later at 3 in the morning I was able to get a very smudgy weather fax but there was enough to show that the outlook was not too grim. The pressure stays constant. I was able to get a few hours sleep.

We were passing fairly close to Aitutaki, one of the Cook Islands, and I had thought I might stop there for a break and get get some weather information, but we were moving well, now with 4 panels up, and I preferred to keep going.

Next day we were down to 2 panels and a very rough sea. I didn’t feel like making all the effort required for cooking a proper meal and made do with a big bowl of popcorn.

 

Speeding along on top panel only

 

A few days later we were approaching Palmerston Island. Another possible place to stop and regroup, but the weather was so nasty that I doubted if the anchorage, which is outside the reef, would be tenable. That night I hove-to again and brought the Navik below to replace the washer which had effected such a good repair previously but had now fallen off. The epoxy takes 6 hours to cure so with some luck we should be on our way again in the morning.

2^nd October 2018

Moving on with just the top panel. Still many problems with the Navik which needs regular intervention to stay on course. During the night we gybed twice and I eventually realised that the string I was using to tie the vane and hold it at the correct angle to the wind was too thick and at a particular angle as the vane swung on its axis it was jamming against the string. I found some thinner string and it was easily fixed. But when I had a good look at the paddle I was aghast to see that it had developed a serious bend. In it came again and I wondered how I was going to straighten it.

 

Bent Navik paddle

 

While at Panamarina I had watched the beefy welder clamp the steel shaft in a vice and nonchalantly and seemingly effortlessly, bend it straight for me. I had no big vice on board so I clamped it as well as I could between my feet and bounced my full body weight on the bent section. It worked! Soon it was remounted and back in action, for the moment. Only 560 nm to go.

4^th October

I woke up this morning to good sailing conditions again. Hauled up another panel of the sail and we are running dead downwind at about 4 knots, nicely on track. I was able to brew up a pot of real coffee after 3 days of instant. Spent the afternoon putting the finishing touches to the Tongan flag.

 

Tongan courtesy flag

 

Over the next couple of days the wind died completely and we wallowed about on a satin smooth sea. I was grateful for the diesel I had bought in Raiatea and wantonly fired up the engine and attached the electric autopilot to the tiller. What bliss to sit back and let technology do its thing. Of course I couldn’t allow myself to get completely carried away as I only had a total of 30 litres of diesel on board and needed to keep some in reserve for the final approach to Neiafu. We had a favourable current helping us along and by keeping the revs just at the point where the engine ran smoothly with no vibrations we managed 4 knots. After 24 hours there was just enough of a gentle breeze to hold the sail out and I have to admit it was more peaceful without the racket of the engine.

8^th October

Wind blowing strongly again but we are moving comfortably along. The sky is a messy confusion of scratchy cirrus clouds which is not a good sign. I hope we get in before the bad weather arrives.

Wednesday, 10^th October 2018

Arrived 10 miles NE of Vava’u at 3am. Still pitch dark with strong wind and rough sea. An accidental gybe convinced me that it was time to heave-to for a couple of hours, get some sleep and wait for sunrise. A ship in the distance showed up on the AIS. The first traffic I had spotted since leaving Raiatea.

 

Vava’u coastline

 

We started sailing again at first light along the west coast of the island. It was quite spectacular with steep cliffs and wooded slopes. The sea much flatter in the lee of the island. The entrance to the sheltered waters was outstandingly beautiful with small scattered islands leading up to the narrow channel through to the main harbour. Once through the narrow section, I lowered the sail and put out some fenders and ropes as one has to tie up to the customs dock on arrival. When I got closer I saw to my dismay that the dock was very high and very rough and I doubted if I could even reach the top to tie off a rope. Luckily there was a medium sized wooden fishing boat at the dock and they agreed to let me raft up alongside them and helped me with the lines and fenders. I was very grateful.

The yellow quarantine flag was hoisted and soon enough the full contingent of customs, agriculture, health and immigration officials arrived with reams of forms to be completed. All managed to clamber across the fishing boat and negotiate the rather awkward access to Speedwell. It was certainly easier for me than having to track down all the various departments ashore as I have had to do many times before.

After clearing in was completed I moved away from the dock and was obliged to pick up a mooring as there is no anchoring allowed in the sheltered bay. I plan to spend a few days on the mooring and then hope to explore the rest of the island group.

October 18th, 2018  |  Posted in Cruising, South Pacific  |  No Comments »

Stormy weather

Author: Shirlz

The Gambier Archipelago is the sort of place where I could happily spend a few months but it was not to be and after picking up a last Passage Weather forecast and dumping my garbage I rowed over to Otter II to say goodbye. I may meet up with them again in New Zealand.

The usual hard work getting the anchor up from 27m below and we motored carefully through the well-marked reef. The wind was quite fresh SW. I wondered if I should be waiting another day. It took 3 hours to cross to the island of Taravai where I planned to spend the night. I tried the Navik and it seems to be OK. The anchorage at Taravai is surrounded by reef and a rather shallow patch has to be crossed to get in. The tide was going out and the light was bad with the sun in my eyes. Second thoughts about going in but I didn’t feel ready to go to sea and wanted a good night’s sleep so I pressed on. The Navionics chart bore little resemblance to reality. At one point I bounced off the bottom where the chart showed 9m.

Taravai anchorage

I carefully explored the area and eventually put the anchor down in 15m close in to beach and shallows but with plenty of swinging room. Overnight the wind picked up a bit but we were comfortable enough. It poured with rain. The primus burner developed a startling leak. I hope I can find a replacement in the morning. Just managed to finish cooking my dinner with help from the emergency gas stove.

25 August

I had to wait until midday for conditions to ease enough for me to venture through the rather unnerving reef. Then it was strong wind and big seas for the first 2 days which had us racing along under the top panel only with the Navik holding us faithfully on course. The wind was from the SE and I used it to get a bit further N where the forecast shows better weather.

Now the wind has dropped a bit and backed to NE. We are moving comfortably and have been doing nearly 90 nm per day.

30 August

A slow slog to windward followed until we came up to a solid bank of cloud and the wind did a sudden 100° shift to the SW. Very gusty and unsettled. Calms and squalls. Very heavy rain. I came up on a port tack and it looked promising for a while but by sundown the wind had strengthened so much that I decided it would be best to heave to for the night. This turned out to be a good decision and I had a reasonably comfortable night’s sleep while we drifted slowly on course. Just two panels up. A dark night with no moon.

31 August

In the morning the wind was still about F7 but now I could at least see what was going on. By 11 the wind had dropped a little and I eased the sail out and set up the Navik to hold the wind on the aft quarter, moving along reasonably easily doing just under 4 knots, but not for long and soon we had to heave-to once again.

1 September

Slight improvement in the weather this morning the pressure is still very high. Waves still too big for me to try sailing again.

Hove-to

After lunch I checked the Navik thinking that we might be able to get going again soonish. The lashing I had tied to hold the paddle on its worn down pivoting pin had broken the steel loop and the paddle was flapping helplessly about. Always something. I managed to get it out of the water and down below. My son, Pete’s wonderfully sharp knife was used to cut the lashing. The problem is that the cone shaped notch that the pivoting pin fits into has worn away and is now too big so the pin keeps slipping out. The lashing had been holding it together but now I no longer had that option. What to do? I decided to try using some steel epoxy gunge to glue two washers over the enlarged hole to make it a better fit for the pin. Now I’ll have to wait 6 hours for it to cure before I can test it. Maybe in the morning the weather will be OK.

I’ve decided to head for Raiatea which is half the distance to Rarotonga. Still in French Polynesia so I’ll have to keep a low profile.

2 September

Weather still too bad to start sailing again. We are slowly moving N which takes us closer to Raiatea and hopefully towards better weather. 4 days hove-to is becoming boring. At times I despair of the weather ever changing and imagine the boat slowly giving up the battle and falling gradually apart. Being overwhelmed by the huge seas and raging wind. On the long passage from Panama there had also been bad times but I had a bottle of champagne in the booze locker and planned to go down sipping the bubbly. Now all I had was rum.

Sail showing fatigue

Quite a lot of water getting into the bilge because of the breaking seas swamping us every now and then. I rigged up the hose so that I can have it ready for pumping without having to remove the engine cover each time. All these small problems start to snowball.

4 September

Tried again this morning to start sailing but still too rough. I need to reinstall the Navik paddle and can’t do it in this sort of sea. So we stay hove-to. Pouring with rain. Every now and then a big wave sweeps us and water pours below. The sliding companionway hatch does little to prevent it. My bunk is sodden. I doze off and cold water splashes me rudely awake. The little bilge pump keeps things under control but will flatten the battery if we don’t get some sun soon.

The primus has been soaked and now is impossible to light. I’ve used up nearly all the alcohol I have for preheating in futile attempts to get it alight. I really need my caffeine fix in the morning so made instant iced coffee with nescafe. Don’t normally have it on board but bought it for the line handlers when we transited the canal. Not too bad actually. Yesterday I discovered that couscous will soak up cold water quite well so I’ll have couscous and canned vegetable salads for a few days. The bananas and almonds that I was given in Mangareva are good for snacking. A trail of banana skins in our wake.

5 September

About 10 in the morning the weather was starting to look reasonable again. Heavy rain seems to flatten the seas a bit but inbetween the rain showers the wind gusted strongly. It was still impossible to perch on the stern and try to install the Navik. I wasn’t happy with my chances if I was washed overboard hooked on with my safety line. Too many things around the stern for it to get caught on and I’d be trapped unable to loosen it and unable to climb back on board. So wait until things calm down a bit more and trust in my ability to hang on.

As soon as the waves lost their overwhelmingly mountainous aspect I loosened the tiller and set up my faithful bungee and rope arrangement to do the steering. It worked pretty well and we were on our way again at last! Wind still strong enough to only need two panels.

I’m getting used to cold coffee but wish I could cook a hot meal. Dried beans, pasta, rice need cooking. When I get desperate enough I’ll mine the storage in the forepeak which is now full of stuff, to find a spare burner. I never throw one away so I have a big collection of old carboned-up ones. Some old stoves too. But it’s a fiddly job and can wait till conditions are easier. Thank goodness for bananas and nuts.

6 September

The wind died completely last night and I hove-to once again this time to stop the sail flopping about. What wind there was moved us ever so slowly in the right direction. Probably a bit of favourable current.

As soon as it was light and I had primed myself with a cold caffeine fix, I was able to re-install the Navik paddle. My repair seems to be working and now we are really sailing again. The wind has backed to N and we are moving happily with it just forward of the beam.

8 September

This morning the wind had dropped and I raised all except the bottom panel. I don’t really trust my repair job and don’t want to hassle with a broken batten again. Wind still forcing us north but I’m hoping it will back more easterly soon.

I took the opportunity to start drying things out and put on fresh clothes. After a bit of a battle I managed to light the primus. Looking forward to a hot meal tonight.

When I checked the Navik I saw that the smaller washer I’d epoxied on had come adrift but the big one is holding and seems to be able to keep the paddle in place.

Went forward to secure the fortress anchor which was coming loose. How much easier everything is in gentle weather.

I’m still hoping to be able to spend some time at Raiatea fixing the sail, etc and stocking up with more food. Not sure if I’m going to make NZ this year.

9 September

Flat calm all day. A chance to start drying things out. Got the primus working again. Made a raisin bread. Had a lovely fresh water wash in the cockpit. Reading Emma.

10 September

First thing in the morning I was able to start sailing again. Dead downwind doing 2 knots. The sea was flat and things were looking up.

Sitting dozing in the cockpit I was suddenly startled by the incredibly loud noise of a plane making a low fly-past just above the mast. I waved thinking it might be sightseers taking a look at us but then it circled and came over again and I read ‘Marine Aircraft’ on its side. Went down to switch the radio on and they called ‘Yellow Sailing Ship….etc’ Their transmission was very clear and their English good. I was able to manage without my hearing aids. They wanted my name and the boat name and asked if I had seen a sailing boat that they were searching for. I didn’t catch the name of the boat, but of course I had seen nothing. They thanked me and flew off. Bit of excitement. I wonder if the boat they were looking for had also been caught in the gale.

11 September

After a frustrating morning of alternating calms and heavy rain showers the wind strengthened a little and we made some progress at last. So wonderful when the weather gives us a break. There was even a bit of sunshine.

Too good to last of course and by sundown the wind had dropped again and was only just able to hold the sail out. I cooked up a tasty brown rice concoction in the pressure cooker and had a proper meal for a change.

The top section of the Navik has started to wobble about and I have had to tie it down with a piece of string to stabilize it. The poor thing really seems ready for retirement.

14 September

Three days of perfect sailing weather took us past Tahiti and Moorea. Only about 5 miles off the craggy coast of Tahiti, it looked quite dramatic. Friendly Tahiti Petrels greeted us and I even spotted some dolphins. A small fishing boat passed close by and waved.

Approaching Raiatea in the morning

We had a fast run all night and arrived at the pass through the reef at Raiatea at 10:30 in the morning. Fast downwind through and then the magical calm of protected water. Quite beautiful. The anchorage off the marina was very deep and all the boats there on moorings. Picked up a free one reasonably close to the marina but found that it was a private one. Richard, from a nearby boat advised me to stay as the owners might not be back for a while.

Started cleaning things up and drying out. Wonderful view across to Bora Bora only a few miles away.

September 19th, 2018  |  Posted in Cruising, South Pacific  |  2 Comments »