can almost see bora bora
It is now 11am Sunday and we are about 25 miles from
Last night I had one of the scariest moments, if not the most of the trip. It was very dark, and Graham asked me to turn on the radar in the middle of the night to better help him id a light he thought he saw. When I did, the radar seemed to show an island 2 miles directly ahead, and at our 8 knots, that meant we were 15 minutes from it. More than mildly concerned, I ran down and consulted the paper chart which showed nothing. I had us immediately tack and then reexamined the charts and radar. We’re fine, as I am writing this suggests, and believe perhaps the radar was showing a cloud. Have to further examine this so as not to freak ourselves in the future.
Oh yes, landing the jumbo jet I referred to yesterday.
When I arrived in LA Thursday 11am to change planes for
After boarding, the seat next to me was empty as the
passengers continued to find their seats and I started to think about having
the luck to have an empty seat next to me. Just as I sensed the doors
were being closed, a striking Tahitian woman sat down in the next seat. Things
could have been worse. After takeoff we chatted (half in French and half
in English) and my seat mate mentioned that she was going home to Tahiti from
Yesterday a familly (Norwegian man, South African woman and 2 blonde kids) visited us with their dingy. They are out 3 years now and use Mailasail, which supports this blog. Their boat is called Cocoanut. They had an English friend on his own boat, called Thom. I said we had an English Thom, as well. It is hard to remember all the beautiful sights and sounds; but last night’s sail (other than the radar adventure) was a classic; broad reach with 20 knots, surfing down big waves, very very bright half moon. Swooshing sound of the water going by the hull, which sounds even richer, when you are lying in your bunk.
I want to go finish my book “Widow of Waikiki”.
Quite looking forward to seeing the famous