Passage to Penhryn
Ripping Sail for the first 24 hrs resulting
in the children feel particularly under par which in turn helps them
express there loathing of sailing. By day two the wind has abaited
and the kids are happy, only it's impossible now to achieve Colins always
optimistic sail plan of 3 days to do the 500+ miles we have to go.
We're always void of guilt when it comes to the
children and their time at sea. They're entertained from dawn to dusk and
this time without the aid of the one eyed babysitter, our entertainment
computer is no longer charging. So it's extra work for us and they really
rather love it.
listening to the sea?!
We're back in the land of consuming only fish
which is great, now all firmly in the camp of love Bonito, having bought
a 8 kilo monster for £8 in Maupiti we're still trying to eat our way
through it. Add a little bit of bacon, some Pastis, Capers, Cream or
Tomato and there's no complaints.
We've also managed to twist the kids arms far
enough, so there eager to do school whilst we're a sea that way there allowed
the rest of the week off when we get to Penhryn. Colin takes this on, and
each day it's a school marathon amazingly without any mutinys.
Colin prizes his birthday present out of me in
the shape of a couple of killer lures, selected for him by an wonderful old
professional Fisherman back in a tackle shop in Pap's. They seem to be
doing the job within an hour of trolling them we managed
to lost 2 fish. Sadly the monster new lure was quickly lost after the
beast on the end gave the line a big old tug and poped the 'line
on the way
We finally hooked and kept a monster Bonito
which fed us for the remainder of the passage. The New Lure just kept
coming up trumps and before the day was out we'd put 3 fish back, all
because each one was a flipping Bonito.
Fishing is a priority, so Skipjack or
bonito keep coming
On our final day we went for gold and had a
fishing Bonanza. Finally having reeled in seven we let Colin go to
bed and the lure stayed out of the water.
fish and more
fish and it kept on
With light wind the passage continued to drag
another day and then another. Just when we where resigned to another night
bobbing outside the atoll awaiting day light the wind picks up and our final 2
hours leaves up ripping towards the pass at 10Kn. Perhaps a
little kamakase, Colin decides to go for it and we enter the atoll in bad
light and strong winds. Gone are the wonderful French channel markers it's now
up to us to weave our way through a tight path of barely marked coral
Luckily, very luckily, we find a spot and the
anchor hold first time in the mine field of Coral just off the
village of Omoka - Zinnia (flag officer) hoists the Q flag and leave it
untill the next day to clear customs. It's blowing a hooley and we're on
the wrong side of the attol so there's loads of chop, not exactly what you want
after a 5 day passage. Our rather wonderful welcome party comes in the
form of a Massive Manta Ray so we're all instantly feeling at home.
customs, health and quarantine
5 days and 4 nights to do 560nm. Not a
world record, but very comfortable.