We didn’t see anywhere obvious to tie Baby Beez, so I stayed with her while Bear went to do the formalities. I was not a bit bothered as Tongatapu is just fine with me, on the road opposite, parked quietly, was none other than – a bug - how wonderful. Half an hour later the skipper re-appeared looking very hot. Time to find a cold one for him.

Back on Beez, we took her to the fuel jetty in the harbour to fill her tanks with water. We had to tie to a big local craft. Our new friend leapt aboard for a chat, he was a high school teacher helping his friend during the half term holidays. He disappeared from whence he came and during the filling process, I did all our washing, scrubbed the cockpit and we had a game of backgammon. The water pressure was low, so low, we began filling at half past two and pulled away from our new friends at a quarter past five. The whole time they had been grinding the floor and we were not sorry to be gone, but they were all such a cheerful lot and played quite good music, we had not such a bad time of it all.

By ten to six we had gone the one and a half miles to Pangaimotu (opposite the docks on the other side of the enormous bay) and anchored between Waka Irie and Dolphin of Leith. Big Mama’s Yacht Club in the distance and the little ferry at the dock.