Slipped the bonds of our mooring and returned to babelfish's natural motion; that of the sea
Slipped the bonds of our mooring and returned to babelfish’s natural state; the motion of the sea
Well, finally, we are off. After sometime thrills and
chills, and Thom saying good bye to everyone, (I think he was mayor of the town
I was edgey to leave. We arrived Thursday and while the little necessary jobs had to be done I was itching to go. Now that we have finally left, I already feel calmer and a sense of well being and that we really are on our way. Right to the last minute there were challenges to us leaving. When we tried to remove the outboard form the dinghy, we found the anti theft lock had corroded and wouldn’t open. First we had to get a saw and then wait until a store opened to buy a replacement. (This is likely last bit of civilization for a while)
But, as in the vernacular, I am getting ahead of myself.
As planned, Ken and I met at the airport in
Then good things happened. My cab driver in Tongatapu, David, met us and whisked us over to the domestic terminal where we would try to get Dick and Ken on the same day flight as Tony. We got there and all were put on the same flight the same day. David took us into town where we had a nice breakfast in the Friends Café and we returned to the airport for our noon flight (It was then Thursday; we had left TO on Tuesday)
For the uninitiated,
In the domestic flight we flew low over the Tongan island chain and saw the beautiful turquoise waters, white sand beaches, and tiny islands we are now setting out to visit. Arrival in Niafu was uneventful except that Thom had sent a driver to surprise us and pick us up at the airport but we had left in another cab before he arrived. The driver was on the look out for Thom until he made reparations.
The town had not changed; looked a little more tired than when I left. So did many of the people I had met previously. Maybe they and the town were less glamorous to me, maybe many were just worn down by the season. Babelfish looked beautiful, but alas, she is wounded (again). The generator won’t work and defies all the experts and our hot water tank seems to be leaking. We decided to disconnect it so it won’t continue to drain the tanks. The boat gremlin is still delivering hot water. Go figure.
We are motoring (no wind) about 10 miles to the
My new crew, Ken and Dick are great; great companions and into joining me and Thom on this leg of our journey. I am happy they saw fit to join me and I hope we all complete this leg with images and experiences memorable and positive. We have to figure out how to mainline caffeine into Ken. NOrmalk coffee is too slow for him so all our coffee paraphanelia I am proud of, percolator, drip, bodo is for nought. Dick is his effervescent normal self and hooked himself up to wifi for the one day we were in town ( no more).
We are approaching the anchorage so I will end now and see about negotiating ourseves into what looks like tiny tiny passages into sand surrounded lagoons of azure and turgoise waters for our stop. Today’s run will be a record breaker 10 miles.