World ARC April 10th The Marquesas, French Polynesia
 
                | 8:55S 140: 6W World ARC April 10th The Marquesas, French Polynesia After 3 weeks and 1 day after leaving the Galapagos islands, we arrived at the greenest islands I've ever seen. Whether it was the endless blue we had been bewitched by for the long passage or simply the greenest, luscious islands awaited us with mountains so high they remained in the clouds. The anchorage at Hiva Oa was full of
      ARC boats and a group of other, longer term, less enthusiastic
      fellow
      yachtsmen, should we say, but we were welcomed warmly by our
      fellow
      sailors. Once the anchor was set and we drifted back between
      Overseas
      Express and Belafonte we cracked open a bottle of vintage Cava we
      had
      cradled carefully across the 3,000 NM journey. It could have been
      the
      most expensive bottle of Champagne for us, the taste was
      exquisite. We were driven to the local café for Happy Hour. It was like a youth club with sofas, chairs and tables scattered around with a flat screen tv on the wall and some friendly ladies to supply drinks and wifi. It wasn’t long before we were told the best place to eat was the hotel at overlooking the bay so with a promise from Corango 's crew to book us a table for 7 pm we were picked up and soon whisked off by the hotel owner for a well earned meal, not cooked by ourselves on the boat. Unfortunately just as we were enjoying
      the chatter and drinks and looking over the menu we received a VHF
      message from Belafonte that they were concerned about how close we
      were next to them down in the bay, as they were reluctant to let
      out
      more chain Steve and Lyn had to go back down to the anchorage to
      secure the boat, leaving Peter and Karen to enjoy the well
      deserved
      meal. The following morning we relocated into the bay as space became available then hit the supermarket which we hoped would be full of goodies as the tanker that circulates amongst the islands every 3 weeks happened to be in the port. A lady taxi in a bright red Toyota pick up took us to the village above the bay and to our surprise the supermarket was full of goodies, even Easter eggs that we had been day dreaming about. The supermarket were also happy to
      give
      2 of us a lift back with all the provisions, so Steve and Peter
      left
      us to wait for a taxi. Unfortunately no taxi returned but Aint
      Fancy's Betina and Dirk kindly offered us a lift back, which was
      great. The roads were like goat tracks, goats
      included, with 3000 feet drops down to the pacific shoreline
      alongside the road in places, but what views, and with so few
      inhabitants, unspoilt does not describe the magnificent of the
      Marqueesas. We made our way carefully through a few shoreline
      dwellings, with communal open air eating areas and gardens so
      neatly
      tended you'd think Alan Titchmarsh had been with his ground force
      crew. Because of the humid climate plants that we would tend in
      pots
      grow like shrubs. Hibiscus, bougainvillea and many kinds of
      variegated leafy plants and fruit trees. We stopped at a café
      before
      the turn of for the Tikkis that we hoped to find, and had a
      welcome
      coffee plus were given a pineapple by the lady proprietress. The history was extremely sketchy with no definite time line, but was excavated in the 80's. The catholic church had done there
      best
      at chopping various body parts of the statues and trying to soften
      the harsh reality of how they had lived and killed and ate each
      other. The journey was equally
      impressive and over all too soon for me. Ua Poa was a 70 nm trip so we thought an early start should get us there for sunset we got to the island in daylight but the anchorage was a little further than first thought with only 1 other yacht and depths of 30m it was a little hairy, especially when you could hear the waves crashing on the rocky shore, but Steve found a bommy head of about 20m depth in amongst the 40m bay, so we dropped the anchor and set the alarm just in case we wandered too close. Another incredible view awaited us in the morning as the island is famous for its columns that look like volcanic chimneys. There are 6 in total stretching up into the hovering cloud high up above the island, and water so clear you can see the bottom of the bay some 30m to 40m below. We
          took the dinghy to a very civilised dock with a ladder and
          walked
          into the village where we found Ti Pierro's
          a café
          with WIFI and coffee, but no food for 2 days. He
          did have a freezer full of bread however,
        which
          he was happy to sell us. Into
          the Blue, a family filled ARC
          boat was just behind us, so they also waited until the rain
          cleared,
        and
          dropped anchor along side us Another stunning
          location was
          shown to us.
        With
        all
        the
          torrential downpour, a brown sludge filled with the debris
          from the hillsides around the
          bay
          started approaching us, and
          swallowing up the blue pacific waters like a horror movie.
          Rain
          continued off and on all afternoon so we stayed on board to
          keep dry
          and watched Star Wars. The
        skippers
          briefing took place in the town hall and we were informed
          about the
          Touomotoes our next port of call. This
          was quite scary for many of the skippers present, as the brief
          detailed many hazards of entering tropical atolls, with
          shallow reef
          entrances and tidal over falls.  |