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Date: 28 Jun 2013 21:42:52
Title: Hiva Oa life goes on

I was hoping to post a story with pics directly, but it seems like we have problems with the wifi here in the bay.
So now I will post just text.
The day before yesterday (wens day) we had a great excursion with a lady called Mary Joe that lives on the island.
We have great pics from that so I will return.
As Felice was kind to borrow us their diesel jars we used the day yesterday to fill up our tanks.
First you have to get a certificate from an agent so you can buy it duty-free.
When that is done (day 1)
You load 6X20litre jars in the dinghy and place yourself upon the pile and drive to the dinghy in big swell.
Once there you realize the gas station is closed due to the arrival of the supply ship.
But they are kind enough to store the jars for you and you can go back to the boat.
When the gas station is open again you have not enough time to fill your third round before they close (day 2)
So the story will continue today.
The jars are filled up to 20 liters each and we filled the tanks up to 357 liters. According to our bookkeeping we should have used about 500 litres
til now (we filled in Panama as the last stop). I even opened the tank to check visually that it was full!
Since we have been almost spot on earlier we think that we are miscalculating the generator, it obviously uses much less fuel than we thought, about half, which makes it about 0,4 liter per hour.
Ellinor has been cleaning and packing fruit.
Being here we can take the dinghy ashore and buy fresh hot baguettes every morning, that is a treat!
And it is funny, on the radio net, people will tell about baguettes.
For instance on some islands in the Tuamutos, the flight from Papete can bring baguettes and that makes it a big event that week.
The anchorage hete is really no fun, lots of movements. But the people and the town are delightful.
Everybody is really friendly. As soon as we start to walk somewhere a passing car will stop and ask if we want a ride. No charge!
If you sit somewhere people will come up to you, give you their hand, shake, introduce themselves and ask where we are from.
If our kids are further away from us than visual connection, some will stop and point, and say in french or english, "your children are over there"
When I was loading jars yesterday, the gas station man helped me to carry and also lent a small cart.
Today we hope to find a festival that obviously will start at 1400











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