Nomuka Iki
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 27 Nov 2013 23:57
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Exploring Nomuka
Iki
 Our longest single
passage................... across the bay – all of
three quarters of a mile................. anchor down by ten thirty. Then a
hearty brunch of eggs on toast with beans and bacon. We felt suitably fed for
the big push to find the ruins of the old prison on Nomuka Iki – according to
the skippers book, it should be toward the middle on the right hand side. Plan.
To park Baby Beez by a wreck, walk through the woods, up the centre of the
island an d see what we could find.
 This is the sad sight of the Ta Kuo, a fishing boat registered in Nuku’alofa. She was
washed on to Hakufisi Reef during a storm and some of the crew lost their lives
– a terrible reminder of how treacherous these reefs can be. It shows us how
lucky we are.
  Bear secures Baby
Beez and we look along the shore. All alone on
our own island, time to explore.
 
 We start off in a
wide path, that soon became overgrown. We
carried on through and all we found was this concrete
square......
  We fought
on and soon gave in with hundreds of pieces of web stuck to us from the
thousands of Miss Haversham friends. Time for a
swim.
 We came out of the woods on the
opposite side of the island. Plenty of reef to keep
the shallow water hot in places and strangely, really cold in others.
 This lady
came to watch us at our dip, so sad to watch her munching on an empty plastic
bottle. She wouldn’t let us near to take it away from her. She brought our
landward tally to three cows, one calf, one goat, thousands of spiders and
little copper, gold and blue lizards.
 
 We paddled
along this side of the island, saw a ‘baby,
one day I will be a big island complete with trees’ and looked back.
 The must have driftwood shot.
 Out beyond the first
shallow reef, we could just make out a massive black tip
shark, she was patrolling up and down, clearly in a matronly
cruise.
   We soon saw the reasons, we counted
eleven babies from a foot
long..............
 ..........................to this handsome little chap of nearly three feet
long.
 Time to head back to the other side.
It looked like an innocent tumble,
but......
 
 .........Bear made a real mess of his shin. Time for Ster-zac, my magic powder. Sell by date March 1990, but it has
rescued so many wounds and the tin never seems to get any emptier. Whatever will
I do if and when it finally runs out. Made by Hough, Hoseason & Co. Ltd, in
Manchester. One of the best products known to man and certainly aboard Beez
Neez.
  No sooner than we were settled to a
game back home, than the heavens opened. I lost due to
shock, trauma and pain........No, you threw like a
numpty.
ALL IN ALL NEVER KNOW WHAT’S
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