To Taina Mooring
To the Mooring Field of Taina Marina
We got up and did the final jobs that needed mains electric, charged just about everything we could, filled the water tanks and hoovered (still makes me smile to use the teeny Dirt Buster we have). Bear went for bread and paid our fees. Off the dock and as we passed the memorial to the nuclear testing, Bear called the Harbourmaster for permission to cross the runway, “Call back when you get closer”. OK.
Bear called again when he saw the sign to do so. “Where are you”, waiting for permission. “Hold on”. We waited and the voice chirped “Next plane then go” OK Thank you. A fairly unique experience, we duly waited for next plane and went.
As I had waited, I allowed Beez to drift closer to the reef, incredible we were in fifty feet of water, yet behind us, we could have stepped out onto ankle-deep coral. The locals clearly don’t have to wait for permission.
A busy little airport, we had to make the same permission request at the other end of the runway, once again we had to wait.
The clouds over Moorea today were very white and fluffy.
As we neared the mooring field we took what we call our practice for Bora Bora picture.
The colour of the water here is amazing.
We met Alexes at the fuel dock in eighteen knots of wind. They had eaten lunch waiting for afternoon opening, they are off in the morning, hope to catch up with them again soon. Meanwhile I had a personal disaster – my flop flip gave out, bereft I am. So much so I didn’t go with Bear when he had a spuddle to clear Baby Beez engine after so long on a break from activity. Where we tried to anchor proved too rocky and as we can have two free nights on a mooring ball, off we went in search. The first, just as Bear got hold of it, he saw someone’s name, the second, neatly done in twenty two knots of wind First Mate, thank you kind sir, was OK. Settled.
ALL IN ALL A MASSIVE AREA BEHIND THE REEF
BEAUTIFUL VIEWS AND TRANQUIL