Astra Blog: Huahine 13.08.08 - 16.08.08
Astra Blog: Huahine 13.08.08 – 16.08.08
It was not a particularly pleasant crossing to Huahine (pronounced Wah-heeny) on account of squally weather; Oli and Ash had to gybe at 0115 in a squall as the wind direction changed and was forcing us the wrong side of Huahine. At 0415 we entered the pass and anchored in the middle of a squall with pouring rain.
The situation improved
as day broke to reveal a beautiful island and the arrival of
Instead we decided on
an afternoon in the water. Ash and
Later on Ash and Steph joined Henry (O-ring specialist) for a surf on the reef (literally) before all three returned to Astra, for a cracking dinner cooked by Sally.
At midday five went
biking: Oli, George, Ash, Jeff (Ogopogo) and Steph (
The two landmasses of Huahine Nui and Huahine Iti (greater and lesser Huahine) are joined by a narrow isthmus. The plan was to cycle down the west coast of the former, and then circumnavigate the latter by means of the coastal road. After almost three hours cycling in the heat of the day, the intrepid cyclists stopped for a much needed drinks break. One hinano led to another and before long it was time to put aching backsides back on the saddle and get a little further around the island before stopping for the evening.
Before long another Hinano stop was called for. Unfortunately the courtyard entrance to a suitable looking establishment was seen a little on the late side: Steph went in first, braking hard causing Ash to go into the back of her; Jeff and George came through another entrance and slid across the gravel into the two already-horizontal cyclists; and, to the added bemusement of the onlookers, Oli added his bike to the pile-up whilst shouting “Cest une blague!” Quite an entrance.
They decided that this was perhaps an appropriate stopping time for the evening so parked the bikes and sat at a table outside the restaurant overlooking the lagoon and set about the serious business of rehydrating whilst the sun went down. Exhausted from the ride, the cyclists ended up variously in a tent, in a hammock, in a barn and in the shared bedroom of a “third son”, the last of these being Jeff’s story: I am sure that if you ever have the pleasure of meeting him, he will be glad to tell you.
Steph needed to be back
In the afternoon Astra moved down to Baie d’Avea in the south to meet/rescue George and Oli who had eventually decided on a leisurely day’s rest on sun loungers. They were having such a peaceful time that they did not notice Astra anchor 50 yards away until she had been there for over an hour! Ash, who had stayed in Fare, caught up later with a mammoth auto-stop effort – there really is no limit to how willing the locals are to help out when it comes to giving a ride.
George and Oli had their bicycles to return so they made their way back to Fare whilst Astra made the same journey by sea. Stopping briefly to catch up with some members of Ino who had appeared while we were off on our tour de l’isle they ended up arriving on the dock at the same time Astra came into the anchorage. It was to be a short-lived reunion with Ino, however, as we were due to leave for Taha’a at midday.
Leaving on schedule, we set off for Taha’a, the Vanilla Isle. The short crossing was made in 4.5 hours with only one fish to keep us busy: a 27lb – our largest to date - skipjack tuna caught on “Jet Head 3”. If you haven’t seen the photo yet you should – one very pretty large fish and two grinning idiots much in need of haircuts!
We anchored at 1630 at