Nuku Picnic
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 18 Nov 2013 23:57
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A Spuddle in Baby Beez and a
Picnic on Nuku Island
 We did something we haven’t done for
ages, we packed a picnic before we went for a spuddle along the shore.
 Round the corner we could see where
an arch once stood.
 A beach, but the
little island of Nuku beckoned.
 Looking
up we saw fruit bats. I
wish I had had the big camera with us the first time we went aboard Zebedee.
During the evening we watched many chaps flying low overheard, at first glance,
easily mistaken for hawks, except for the pointy ends rather than fingers at the
wing tips. They are just massive, wing spans over four feet across, chattering
each evening, pity these Batman lookalikes were so high up in the
trees.
 A welcome
committee awaited us on Nuku.
 Funny how they all
face into the wind.
 As we get nearer, they shuffle quickly
to their left, the nearest takes off and lands beyond
the pack...................
  .......................until nerves
get the better of them and they all take
off.
  Bear checks on
Baby Beez, I go off to explore.
 The coral here was
quite smooth.
  Bear caught up and rescued a chap who was drying out and quite brittle, a lovely colour though.
  He was happy to show us
his underside, back in the water he soon made a full
recovery and adopted the correct shape.
 
 I wanted to see how far
I could paddle out, knee deep was the limit. This was
half way and looking back at
Bear, who picked his way through the hundreds of baby sea
cucumbers.
 Our friends had
regrouped and were stretching and
preening.
 We found one little
holiday chalet, in need of a haircut.
 We found public toilets, well one of each, in a very bad way and
a ‘one carefully owned’ shack.
  Bear
tried it for size. What a shame, really nice potential.
  Bear was very taken with
the concrete privvy and felt the need to stand it up.
 Bear had read that Nuku is apparently one of the most photographed islands in all of
Tonga. Mmmm.
 Pretty but not exceptional.
 We settled for our
picnic, I always throw a little tidbit for the ants to gather on rather than
pester us. This time a load of crickets joined the
party. Who would have thought cheese and pickle would be to their taste. Bear
didn’t share any of his egg and mayo sarnies – did he feel any guilt – not a bit of it.
 A
very handsome chap looked down on us.
 A
Moorings catamaran passed by and we had a short visit from a local fishing boat.
 Time to go.
 
 On
our way home we admired the natural sculptures.
 ALL IN ALL A REALLY NICE
DAY
A RELAXING
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