Stuck in a hole

Rhiann Marie - Round the World
Stewart Graham
Fri 30 Jul 2010 09:21
Friday July 30th 2036 Local 0736 UTC
 
18:41.96S 174:07.67W
 
I still haven't worked out quite how there can be 13 hours difference - I can only imagine that clocks here must move forward for some kind of daylight saving time - or maybe I just have the times wrong. In any event I have been far too busy to be concerned about these things.
 
I have to confess that over the past week or so I have been wilting somewhat under the burden of so many things to do on the boat while keeping moving while keeping in touch with business matters and having to look after family and friend. I have probably failed on all counts. I am sure my sense of humour has, I hope temporarily, departed me and of course despite your protests my blog has again fallen way behind. 
 
Yesterday after having what seemed like an avalanche of issues to deal with, the autopilot started flashing "calibration required" and was, when asked, taking the helm but pointing us in crazy and unpredictable directions. I took a deep breath and decided it would be an early start the following morning (today) while at our anchorage and that Craig and I would wade into the jobs to try and get on top of them.
 
Blog readers who have followed our progress on-line may recall that we lost our autopilot and gained a whole load of other electronic problems on Christmas Eve in the BVI's. Our autopilot is powered from the course computer and we could get neither power nor data round the network. With the help of the Raymarine agent in Antigua in January he and I "jury" rigged a set up where power was introduced directly into the network and I moved the autopilot controller next to the course computer which was able to send data short distances only. This solution, while not ideal, and with some dangers due to not having the autopilot next to the helm (I do however have a remote control) has kept us going till now and I was loathe to strip out the course computer and re-build the electronics network while in the remote pacific, preferring to wait until near to experienced technicians in Australia.
 
However it was not to be. The electronic gremlins were in the ascendency and now needed to be tackled head on. I was very nervous about starting the job and started planning it last night. However I was determined and focused and got on a roll and started the job there and then. I reconfigured and rearranged the network and then went for the (no turning back ) job in stripping out the course computer. To cut a long story short we now have a fully functioning electronics network and autopilot with everything where it should be and (though my fingers are crossed ) it all seems to be working fine for now. I do however expect issues to surface becuase no job like that goes smoothly. I'll let you know....
 
The autopilot was very much weighing heavily on me after speaking with a chap who had, many years ago, set up the Moorings in Tonga. He was tacking upwind with a borrowed boat for the day, yesterday, when he discovered the autopilot was on and couldn't get it off or the engine on in time before he smacked straight into an island, badly cutting his face and denting the boat in the process. Sobering ............
 
Since I last wrote what was an uncharacteristically brief blog on Monday we have been enjoying Vava'u, or as Trish calls it Vava'vum. It is a great sailing area and shelter can easily be found from all wind directions. However it has been fairly poor weather with a lot of rain and cloud cover and winds up to 25 knots. Between jobs we have made the most of it all with the kids wakeboarding most days and a little bit of spear fishing and snorkelling here and there. We have been sailing around the island tacking up and down and it was great to have the helm in string breezes and flat water. Rhiann in fact sailed Rhiann Marie, all the way up the channel into Neiafu until she was finally headed by over 25 knots of wind wher the channel narrowed dramatically. We decided to concede our attempt at sailing up to anchor (something we have had fun doing several times recently) when the lee shore seemed just too close and more importantly perhaps in full view of the village. That is no place for such an error so we motored the last couple of hundred yards to the anchor but I was very impressed at her helming skills on the surprisingly light helm under sail. 
 
The main town is Neiafu and has lots of little bars restaurants and a few shops. This is all relative, mind, we are in what is close to a third world country and Neiafu relative to the remote island villages we have been in seems like a metropolis. One day we took the morning to go on a kart safari. Rhiann, Amy Craig and I and we had a blast. The Karts were dune buggy type affairs and we covered about 40km of rough terrain. Highly recommended! As Neiafu and Vava'u in general are more developed for tourism it is perhaps more difficult to interact fully with locals. We however had the local cook in a resort spend the morning sailing with us and spending time showing us round Neiafu which was nice. He told me that he got paid 7 P'anga per hour and that some of the waiting and unskilled staff were paid as little as 2 TOP (Tongan Pa'anga) per hour. Approximately divide by three for sterling. I will dedicate a blog soon to telling you more about Tongan culture. We have mostly avoided the "canned" toutisty hotel type shows in various islands, prefering to find local dancers performing for ceremony or local audience. On Wednesday night we viewed a family group of student dancers who performed for us and it was excellent and unlike some of the hotel shows, unpolished, but also more natural. We enjoyed it a lot and particularly Amy's attemp at the "polynesian hip shake" on the way back to the boat wearing the waist wreath she was given by one of the dancers.   
 
Today Craig and I tried to skorkell into several caves none of which seemed to have been the famed Mariners Cave. If we can get out of this lagoon we are in tomorrow morning we may try again. If! Before entering the pass at Hunga I briefed the crew that this would be the most challenging pass we had tackled. The local pilot book warned about it but other boats were in so we would get in too. And we did. Just. The pass was about three boat widths wide so absoltely no room for error in the strong outflowing rip and 22 knots of wind. Outside the pass I spoke to a local dive operator who told me it was 6 metres deep, and it was, until the bit that was 2.5 metres deep. My able crew on the foredeck seemed to lead our keel through two large rocks which had about 3m between them and were too shallow for us, (that is precision that I fear we cannot repeat tomorrow). That was the easy bit. With my sounder still showing 0.9m under us the keel touched the bottom. It must be the delay in the information coming back to the instruments. I will investigate further! There was a strong head wind and outflowing current and no room to turn, so guessing it was a sand bar due to the colour of the water we gave it the full welly and ploughed our way in - through the bar. 
 
All this was far too close for comfort and I hadn't expected the problem with depth. Avoiding the coral, yes, but we have had to do a lot of that so I was not overly concerned about that. We snorkelled on it once we anchored and I have to say we were lucky to get through. Tomorrow morning we will snorkell on it first and fit plastic bottle markers to the two rocks and we will wait in the lagoon until the very top of the tide - I think, I hope, we have anothe 6 inches or a foot more to get from the tide, which is only 3 foot range at springs. We will also anchor the dingy at the side of the extremely narrow pass and Craig will be snorkelling in front of the boat calling the directions to see if we can pick up our furrow in the bar, which turned out not to be sand but broken mostly loose coral, and to guide us, thread us, through the coral heads. All this is fine, well it is not really fine, in fact it is not on at all, but we have a strong wind right up our backsides. So I think I will have a slightly unsettled sleep tonight.
 
While snorkelling the pass we took the spear guns and hoped to add to the fish I got yesterday for the coconut fish and papaya curry I was going to cook this evening. 
The snorkelling was fine but there were almost no fish of edible size - then Craig spotted a big octopus. That would be great to barbeque I thought and down I went. He was on the side of a lump of (dead and bleached) coral - all of which was riddled, warren like, with nooks, crannies and cavities. I got him first shot, right through the head, but he went bananas, or whatever it is octopus do when speared through the head. I yanked at the spear to pull him off the coral and he yanked back, but harder. I pulled and pulled, but by this time he was on the march back into this little hole in the coral. Eventually I ran out of breath and had to surface to gulp some octopus fighting air. Down I went again and by this time only a foot or so of the spear was sticking out of the hole in the coral, of course with the gun attached to it being dragged ever lower below the surface. I swear I had both feet against the coral and both hands on the spear and could not pull him or the spear out of the hole. He continued to pull the spear in and in to the hole. My arms and wrists, cut and grazed on the coral, were no match for him. So I added extra papaya and onion to the curry to bulk it out......
 
And so it is after the euphoria of the electronics and autopilot being fixed both my spear and my boat are in holes in the coral that are going to be extremely difficult to get out of!     
    

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