To Apooiti Marina, Raiatea
At half nine this morning, Beez once again did her dancing on the spot to help take the weight off the anchor, for Bear to wind it in – this time at a steady four knots, just to stand on the spot. Half way along the bay I saw ‘a shack with a view’ that we had missed the first time. What a beauty.
Right at the edge of the bay, we have now decided that this shack with a view is indeed top drawer and will be entered into the finals of this years ‘One Careful Owner’.
What an idyllic setting.
Possibly as a double entry with detached garage.
Nutters. Fit nutters at that. No good to me wearing all those clothes. Well the gusts are to forty knots.
No wonder they have a support craft with them then. The rest of our seven and a half mile journey was very uneventful. We saw the sign to ask for permission to cross the runway approach, and did so on channel sixteen, as directed. Silence was the stern reply, until the radio chirped. Ronald from Gipsy IV called. We last saw Ronald and Christine at a do on Santa Cruz in the Galapagos Islands. He told us in the five weeks he has been here, no-one, but no-one has ever asked for any permission and certainly no-one from airport control has ever been heard. Gipsy IV is on a buoy in Apu Bay and is going to typhoon season at Raiatea Marina. We wished them well and hope to see them “down the road”.
We saw a mooring buoy in amongst several charted boats and made our way in.
Looks like a nice little village ahead.
To our left Apooiti Marina, just as I took this picture a whole sequence followed.
Now, we don’t see that too often.
We went to explore the marina after lunch. A very helpful man in a boutique told us where to buy bread, where to go to fill our propane tank and buy diesel. An hour before the Chinese corner shop opens, we went for a spuddle to look at the next marina.
En route we stopped to look at the reef to our right, would it be worth a snorkel. No. Just rock and a little hard coral.
We found a man at Raiatea Marina who told us to come back at eight on Monday morning and ask for Dominic. He will sort out our gas cylinder.
This is a haul out marina, near a town and apparently good chandlers, a must to explore while Dominic does his stuff. On the hard was a ferry, move in for a closer look.
A very poorly looking girl, with very mashed rudder. A little more than cosmetics required.
Back to Beez after far too much excitement.
ALL IN ALL WE MAY BE GETTING TIRED OF THE GUSTS NOW