Mataura Bimble

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 28 Jul 2013 22:57
Our First Bimble Ashore to
Matura, Tubuai Island
Bear thought we had a spectacular
sunrise this morning.
We went ashore in bright sunshine to
walk the quarter of a mile to the capital ‘city’ of the Austral Islands. The sign pointed us in the right direction (on the reverse
it showed the direction of Taahuaia). Opposite the dinghy dock was what looked
like a ‘one careful owner’ petrol station, a closer
look we saw diesel at $1.74 – not bad at all. We found a green, lush, flat area
with interesting trees.
After the petrol station every house we saw looked carefully owned. Bear had read in
one of the yachtie books that five hurricane-type storms struck in this area in
1982-3 during an El Nino event (extremely rare), perhaps the owners just
rebuilt, hopefully toward town or we feel we’ve landed in a ghost town.
Close to the shore was this beauty.
‘Out of Town’ supermarket.
A motel, for sale, complete with JCB.
A drainage ditch we passed had amazing blue
lilies.
My kind of island. Sandy beaches, the threat of fresh bread and
novel dwellings.
A
new bird on us and a healthy looking
pony.
Finally pretty houses, well kept potato fields that the
island is famous for, supplying the other islands and flowers.
This
big flower had a lovely perfume.
As we have come to expect every car that
passed, passengers waved enthusiastically,
people on bikes stopped to say hello. A very jolly
man pointed to a side road with directions to the police station. On route we stopped at another
supermarket and I was in transports of ecstasy as I ate my first strawberry
mivvi in years, Bear was as excited with his choc ice on a stick. We also bought
two chocolate croissants for breakfast in the morning, two apple turnovers for
supper – what more do we need. The police station was closed but should have
been open – another recoveree from last nights festival that didn’t end until
four thirty this morning just before the rooster struck up, not that we are
complaining as the lagoon is duck-pond smooth and very peaceful. The nice
constable asked the skipper to come back tomorrow.
Next
we found the post office to get a wi-fi signal,
opposite the bay.
We
found our new jolly friend ran a produce stall. WOW lettuce, cucumber and
tomatoes, immediate purchases, along with taro. We said we had never eaten it
before and were shown a cooked platter of mixed veg and banana. Our friend gave
us a sample – tastes very similar to yam. Behind the stall was the mans house,
divided into a café, grockle shop selling shell necklaces and no sooner than I
spotted what looked like lemon meringue tart than Bear was told it had bananas
at the bottom; than a piece was plated and wrapped in cling film. Off down the main road went the happy
captain. The taro and banana made for an interesting ratatouille to go with Bears salmon fillet and dollop of
mash. I was in heaven with fresh salad, corned beef, mash and salad cream – the
only thing missing to achieve perfection was pickled onions. Maybe when we get to the big supermarket in Tahiti. Oh
deep joy.
Boat Park, Baby Beez waiting and Beez bobbing.
Nice to see nothing locked. Our way out
buoys.
Sunset was
spookily just like sunrise.
ALL IN ALL SMASHING
A FUN, GENTLE
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