A Visit to Motu One
We spuddled across the lagoon exactly one mile to reach Motu One, pronounced Onay – just visible from Beez.
As we got closer we could see this motu was a low relief sandbar.
Very different landing Baby Beez on soft sand. Our first motu Tuitui we had landed on millions of pieces of hard coral skeletons, here just handfuls sprinkled about the place. Looking right we could see the edge of Tubuai and the way we had come into the island. Looking left we could see the rock shelf and in the distance more established motu with trees.
Quite a special circum-ped, cloud and sea watching.
Behind us, looking seaward, the Pacific was calm, not the raging waves we had on Tuitui.
The flat rock shelf extended halfway on the eastern side, worn by shells, sand and sea.
To the west, just sand with bits of coral showing.
In the centre, two pools with evidence around of chaps nearby.
Hundreds of tiny chaps in fancy houses.
The hermit crabs have clearly done better than the plants, the few firs were burnt to a crisp. The rows of coconuts had taken root but were struggling. The Coca Cola can markers had the expiry date of December 2013 giving some clue as to when they had been set.
Mount Hanareho known as the Laying Man, at thirteen hundred feet and semicircular in shape, shows the volcanic origins of Tubuai last active about nine million year ago.
On our way back across the beautiful blue water, Bear suggested walking to the next village, but the approaching squall was clear to see.
Just as well we went home as half an hour later Mount Hanareho disappeared and it poured.
And did it rain, hopefully clearing the skies for us to leave tomorrow.
ALL IN ALL A VERY UNUSUAL LITTLE PLACE
A SANDY PARADISE