Supply Boat
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 19 Jun 2013 22:47
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The Supply Boat Comes
In
First thing this morning we see the supply boat coming in on her fortnightly visit from
Tahiti.
A stealthy bit of
maneuvering got her in close.
A massive push from the little boat
got the Nukuhau within rope length.
At seven Bear went to the bakery only
for the baker to tell him “no flour, no bread”. With that the skipper kindly let
‘the best maker of French sticks outside of Paris’ that the supply boat was in.
“Oh I’ll make a batch this afternoon then”. Marvelous. Bear then returned for
all the empty jerry cans and cash to get them filled on the
quayside.
I asked the skipper to take his camera
with him to capture the action.
Double glazed
windows came off.
Diesel barrels,
refrigeration units, gas bottles and building
materials.
Everyone busy and
working hard.
Townsfolk
arrived and waited patiently.
Bear told me that the man seated
behind the table. AKA Yul Bryner look-alike was in
charge of giving out chitties to the waiting people to hand over for their
pre-paid items. One such man was just picking up his new, large flat screen television, with a cheesy grin on his face.
During this time Bear struck up a
conversation with a local lady. She told him that the “island over there only
has one mad old chap and his dog living on it – my dad. I grew up there until I
came here for school and left for University, staying in America for some
years”. Her English was perfect, she also said that she married a local pearl
fisherman who maintains the blue/blacks are getting as rare as hens teeth,
readily available are the green lustre. (Good to know). Sadly they are off on
holiday for two weeks or she would have got her husband to give us a tour.
Bear saw a different man to pay for
his two hundred litre (smallest amount) barrel. The chap on the boat in charge
of the diesel line said that was for the best as the high pressure delivery
would just end up as a frothy mess outside the skippers
jerry cans - neatly lined up. Bear paid a pound a
litre, not bad considering.
I watched from Beez, mid catching up
on blogs, cooking lunch and swiftly putting up the conservatory and closing the
windows when it came on to drizzle. The skipper did a bit of
pacing up and down.
Looked
over.
Finally settling in a
rest position.
This catamaran
pulled up next to Nukuhau and filled up directly from it. The only other
vessel to top up.
Bears barrel was filled and he got
down to filling the cans. All done and dusted by
two.
ALL IN ALL A HIVE OF
ACTIVITY |