More Marquesas stories
Thu 27 Mar 2014 00:59
26th March 2014
Left Hiva Oa and sailed south to the most unspoilt island in the group called Fatuiva, no airstrip or visiting supply ships.
The main anchorage is in The Bay of Virgins, originally Bai des Vages ( Phalli) but the missionaries were shocked and added the 'i' making it Vierges, the reason being these extraordinary rocky outcrops like penises.
The island is like Pandora (Avatar-Ed) the hills are like great green curtains and it is lush and abundant with flowers and fruits like walking around the tropical house at Kew. Thor Heyerdall lived here for a year in 1937.
We all hiked up to a waterfall which is bottomless, cold and quite spectacular…..
One of the locals chaperoned us silently, he ran ahead watched us swim then ran back down again, not sure if he was more worried about his waterfall or us.
Here is Imogin jumping off the cliff edge, it was slippery but no one fell badly, the retards of the party just swam around.
Dona is actually climbing the waterfall face, Ali, Imo and Harry having a shower.
The gang with chaperone and our Irish friends, Brian, Kiean and Donaghar ( sorry guys about spelling)
Another day we climbed up the highest point (knackering-Ed)
….meanwhile our young crew foraged returning with 50 limes , and proceeded to make 6 litres of Punch mix to take to the village feast that night.
They didn't exactly slay the fatted calf for the feast, more like scragged the scrawny chickens, but it was all very well meant and afterwards they danced for us quite impromptu which was lovely, lots of laughing with the men drumming brilliantly. They got us all to dance too with varying degrees of embarrassment. At the end Ali took over the guitar with Harry on a bongo drum and got every one raucously singing oldies like Hey Jude. As we left in the starlight to return to our boats we thought about all the sailors over the centuries who had been similarly entertained. We were 6 boat loads.