To Erromango
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 2 Nov 2015 23:57
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To Erromango
Island
 What a lovely sight to remember Port
Resolution by – our last photograph of the bay was of the
yacht next door, they had their paddle board out and behind that, a local canoe. We left at
16:45 for the overnight
journey of fifty miles to Erromango.
 Half an hour later we were enjoying
the puffs of Mount Yasur at days end. Fancy, Captain
Cook called the volcano “the lighthouse of the Pacific”.
 Sunset came
and went.
 Our last picture
of Mount Yasur as light faded. Then for a very rolly night.
 Daybreak.
 The skipper enjoyed a dreamless sleep in the cockpit next to me as my 22:00 to
02:00 sleep had been a bit of an airborne experience with little emphasis on the
word sleep. I had left Bear’s beard long to look more of a difference in his
pictures with Chief Jack, but, first on my job list was a lawn mowing session
before we venture ashore to meet the chief at our next port of
call.
  My two till six duty had the rare
sight of a white light flicking to mark the corner of the island. At sunrise we could see we had left it far
behind.
 Just six miles
left there was no point me going to bed, I’d wait until after anchoring
and breakfast.
 We turned right past Unatue Point.
  Ahead, we could just make out the
village to the left but couldn’t see William’s River. The deep water began to
shelve gradually and we settled to anchor in twenty feet of water at seven
thirty.
 We could now see the village and the river.
 Nearby was a
little lady, laughter and happy chatter accompanied much toing and froing
as things were unloaded and loaded. Tired, we ate breakfast, drank a nice cup of
tea and settled for a few hours sleep.
 We had finished our late lunch and
Bear had just launched Baby Beez when Donald and his nephew appeared at
the back of Beez. We invited them on board and spent the rest of the
afternoon chatting. Donald adopted us there and then, booked us for supper the
next evening and promised to be our guide around the village. What smashing
people. Very much looking forward to tomorrow as we waved them off, slowly these
gentle men paddled back ashore.
 At Sunset we were both very tired, just one episode
of Harry’s Law and night, night.
ALL IN ALL INCREDIBLE TO SEE
MOUNT YASUR GLOWING HIS ‘FAREWELL’
A REALLY ROLLY
JOURNEY |