Bora Pulls It Back
Bora Bora Pulls It Back From the Brink
Today, our last on Bora Bora, we decided we simply had to go in search of the cannons (own blog). We set off in Baby Beez for the Yacht Club, round the corner. We asked the barman where the said cannon were, and he pointed up the hill, half way back to where we had started out from Beez. Off we went in that direction, hoping the locals would point us up the track we were now on the look out for.
Along the way, it would have been rude not to stop and admire this ‘shack with a view’.
A ‘one carefully owned’ rescue launch.
In fact, one careful owner entries came at us thick and fast in the shape of a wheelbarrow, house and a ‘not sure’.
We haven’t had a Berger House for quite a while.
I keep saying – no more hibiscus – oh well. Some sweet-scented frangipani too.
We told this chap that we were going to enter him in the One Carefully Owned Dog Award and he became all bashful.
As we were admiring these tree ornaments, this chap appeared, using leaves to sweep his yard.
A happy little house. We spoke to a chap out walking and he pointed us to another group, who pointed up the hill and told us there was no way up. We were instructed to walk back to the Yacht Club and beyond, as far as the commercial quay. Then take a right up a steep track, follow it all the way to the end – in fact, end up above where we were standing now..........Grrrrrrrrrr. Back we went. En route a truck stopped and a young family wanted to put us in the back and take us to the supermarket. Bless them.
Word had now gone round about English nutters out in the sun, seeking WWII cannons. Everyone now stopped to add there bit of the story, Polynesian, French and Frenglish. As we neared the commercial dock another family stopped at the track and began pointing up.
Here we go then – finally. A bit more then.....
Half way up.
And yes, the captain got his trigger finger picture.
When we got back to base I needed a stiff cocktail, so did I.
Exactly centre of these pictures taken from Bora Bora Yacht Club, you can just make out the speck (cannon).
Same picture, bigger lens, cannon clear now. So we walked from here to there, back again and more, up the track back to the cannons at the right level now, and back again.
Time to add our names to the Union Jack, next to Chris and Steve of Scott-Free.
Now it was time to get party frocks on and attend the second anniversary party of our anchorage. What a night. The owners had brought in a DJ from France called Angie. There we were thinking that time had moved on from DJ’s playing 45’s, but mixing and dubbing as she went was something to behold. A great night out with loads of other yachties, locals and one has to say, today brought Bora Bora back from the brink of being labeled a “one carefully owned island.”
ALL IN ALL A MAGICAL DAY
CERTAINLY BORA BORA ENDS VERY WELL INDEED