The boat that rocks

Phil May and Andrea Twigg
Mon 21 May 2012 05:01
13:25.8S 163:04.5W
We have just left the beautiful island of Suwarrow, headed for Niue.  Suwarrow is everything you would expect of a desert island.  It has the most crystal clear waters we have seen so far, and they are teeming with sealife. 
Yesterday evening we had a barbecue on the beach.  The Aussies from Glamorous Galah went out on the reef with a fish spear they found in the shack and they came back with a huge moray eel to cook.  They also caught a fairly large coconut crab, but the eel was big enough to feed everyone that wanted some local meat, so in the end they let the crab go.  
After the barbecue nearly everyone came back to Anastasia to carry on the party, and we danced until midnight.  There were 27 people onboard, but the saloon and foredeck were fairly empty, so we estimate that Anastasia's party-making capacity is about 50 people (although we had to limit the trampolines to eight people at any one time).
This morning, before setting off, we went to visit gull island, a nesting site for frigates, boobies and terns.  Then, after one last snorkel we headed out of the pass to continue our journey.
Suwarrow is apparently 9000 miles from London.
Tom Neale wrote a book called "An Island to Oneself" which is all about his life alone on Suwarrow.
The reef is teeming with life.  This 8 ft manta ray was just cruising around the reef when we jumped in to go snorkeling.
Andrea, as always, collecting her shells on the beach.
We found a shallow section of the reef which was a shark nursery.  Even sharks manage to look cute in their infancy.  Here you can see a very young shark, only the size of Andrea's foot.
The barbecue on the beach was a great success.
Dave (on the right) from Glamorous Galah was responsible for cooking the moray eel.  You can see chunks of cooked eel stacked on the barbecue behind Bob.
Then back to Anastasia for a bit of singing...
... and dancing.  I think Ted and Andrea are doing the "eel", a dance movement invented to commemorate the moray we ate.
Gull Island was, not unsurprisingly, an island covered with nesting gulls.  Here a patch of frigates looking threateningly in our direction.  (Well, probably looking warily in our direction, but a full grown frigate can't help but look threatening.)
The baby frigates, on the other hand, are little bundles of fluff.