Week 1 in Tonga

Farewell to Niue
Farewell to Niue

Two days from Niue to Vava’u — a group of some 60+ islands that comprise the northern part of The Kingdom of Tonga. Winds came up strong and the second half of the ride was uncomfortable, with occasional seas slamming under the bridge deck (beneath our feet, between the hulls) and against the side of the boat. We started out with our big spinnaker. At sunset we switched to the small one. Next day we switched to just the jib, trying to slow down so we wouldn’t arrive before daylight. During the second night the wind was blowing 30 knots, and even after rolling up half the jib we were still making six knots.

On arrival the wind was blowing right up the two mile long harbor, with waves slapping against the concrete customs dock. We knew we were expected to come alongside, so the authorities could board the boat — we did so with trepidation. But once we were there they understood that it was a dicey position for a boat our size, and they told us to go to a mooring, and then dinghy in for the formalities. Very nice.

Kjell is our BPO rep/helper here, and he offered us a mooring at the far (protected) end of the harbor. This turned out to be right in front of his house, and he has allowed us to connect to his Internet via the boat’s wifi antenna. We can just do it — the connection drops every few minutes, but for the most part it is better than our usual Internet connection.

As has happened before in some other new places, I experienced the Yet Another Paradise Blues. Another place where we have to figure out how to navigate through the formalities (with a little coaching from Kjell). Another place where we have to get local currency, find out where to buy food, where to do laundry, how to get around, what local customs we need to be aware of, etc. Of course this should all be part of the fun and adventure, but I have grown weary of it.

We’ve been on Kjell’s mooring for a week — longer than we had planned. One reason is that the weather has been unparadise-like. Two days were rainy, and the wind has mostly been blowing hard. The locals are complaining about how cold it is (it is the start of winter here). Also we’ve been making arrangements to have our newly made screecher sail shipped to us here, and also a new hydraulic pump for our autopilot.

About the autopilot… It keeps the boat on a set course. We rarely steer this boat by hand. But if there are waves the autopilot “wanders” off course, sometimes far enough one way to collapse our spinnaker, and then far enough the other way to collapse it again. While this has always been a problem, it seems to have gotten worse. Then a few days ago we went out for a daysail, and I watched the autopilot’s hydraulic pump and its linkage to the rudders. I could see that when there was a lot of force on the rudder (going fast in waves), the linkage would “slip” from time to time. This suggests that the valves in the pump are worn out. We had a mechanic come aboard and check out the steering, and he confirmed that the pump is almost certainly at fault, and he says it will get worse until eventually it is useless. So we’ve ordered a new pump from New Zealand. Hopefully Fed Ex will get it here before we are scheduled to leave!

During the week I have cheered up. We’ve had some delicious meals at inexpensive restaurants. We got our laundry done. We bought a cruising guide for the area. We’ve been shopping for fruit and vegetables at the open market. We’ve shopped for other food, although what is available is extremely limited. Two of our fellow BPOers have recently arrived, so we’ve seen some friends. We also had Kjell aboard to see our boat, and he came with his adorable and rambunctious two year old son. Bob played Grandpa for 45 minutes so the rest of us could have a conversation. The two of them hit it off, ran all over the boat and the dinghy, and tired each other out!

Today was my birthday, and it has been delightful. I was surprised this morning with a wrapped present from Bill’s two daughters — Bob had snuck it aboard when he joined us in Bora Bora! It came with a card that included a poem from Bob. And I got another card with a wonderful poem written by my son. Plus several birthday emails. All appreciated.

We planned to leave the harbor this morning to do some local cruising, but I slept late, then had to enjoy my presents, and then we went to do a little food shopping. Walking into town from the dinghy dock I noticed an array of shirts for sale, hanging from a tree. It took me a while to find the lady who was selling them, but I did, and I bought one that I think is very nice for the equivalent of $5. I think this set a tone for the day. A few minutes later at the market I bought a very nice woven basket, and I got a little necklace for Hallie. After buying lots of fruits and veggies, Bob went off to find a bakery with the idea of getting me a cake. I told him I’d rather have something akin to cinnamon buns, and to my surprise he returned with some, plus some made with coconut. And then we decided to have lunch…

By the time we returned to the boat it was late for going cruising. So instead we went ashore at Kjell’s end of the harbor for a long walk — the first exploring we’ve done outside of the town. But first Kjell’s wife came out with slices of fresh baked banana bread for us, and a birthday gift of homemade granola! Good granola is a rare and prized item on this boat — how did she know?!

We walked wherever the road took us, which turned out to be a beach with a view of one of the anchorages we hope to visit. The sun was getting low when we turned back, and we happily accepted an offer of a ride. We got out at a guest house we had passed on the way, where we said we’d stop for a beer on our way back. The woman we had spoken with was gone, and instead we met Ian and Keith, an Aussie and a Kiwi. Ian said it is rare to have an Aussie and a Kiwi in the same room without an argument, but the two of them are long time friends, and long time residents in Tonga.

Ian owns the guest house, but also produces vanilla and coconut oil. He is a believer in “zero waste,” and he uses the leftover coconut pressings to feed pigs and chickens, he cures pork/bacon with coconut husk smoke, he recovers methane from the pig poop, and I can’t remember the other half dozen processes that complete a full no waste cycle. He was quite talkative about the pros and cons of moving to Tonga. In his view you measure your happiness/satisfaction on two scales. One is things you can buy, like good wine. In Tonga you don’t fare well on this scale. But the other is quality of life — nice weather, low cost of living, no crime, no city congestion or foul air, no worries. Tonga scores high on the second scale. He likes the balance.

Keith ran a sport fishing operation in New Zealand when a friend told him that Tonga was an incredible place with warm water and zillions of game fish. He and his wife moved here 25 years ago, and brought up two children. He said friends questioned the wisdom of raising children here, but he thinks the Tongan schools were very good, and the kids have thrived. In addition to taking people out to catch big fish, he is licensed to take people out to swim with the whales. He says a few whales are here now, and many more will be here in two weeks. I’m considering doing this before we depart, as swimming with whales seems like something that ought to be on my bucket list.

Long, fun, delicious, entertaining day. Tomorrow we’ll go cruising…

Bob versus the coconut
Bob versus the coconut
Yippee - it's not tuna, it's wahoo
Yippee – it’s not tuna, it’s wahoo
Wahoo with coconut rice for dinner
Wahoo with coconut rice for dinner
Neiafu, Vava'u
Neiafu, Vava’u
Neiafu, Vava'u
Neiafu, Vava’u
Neiafu, Vava'u
Neiafu, Vava’u
Yachties have a radio 'net' each morning, that includes a "Market Report" -- not about stocks and bonds, but about what fruits and vegetables are available.
Yachties have a radio ‘net’ each morning, that includes a “Market Report” — not about stocks and bonds, but about what fruits and vegetables are available.
Our favorite restaurant (upstairs), and laundry
Our favorite restaurant (upstairs), and laundry
I recommend the fish burger, $6.50.
I recommend the fish burger, $6.50.
Good view, too
Good view, too
Off for a hike
Off for a hike
On our hike
On our hike
On our hike
On our hike
Papaya
Papaya
Spider
Spider
Hibiscus, I think?
Hibiscus, I think?
On our hike
On our hike
No Regrets childcare service
No Regrets childcare service

Niue Photos

Yellow fin - we like it better than the usual tuna we catch.
Yellow fin – we like it better than the usual tuna we catch.
Hoist the dinghy and park it. No dinghy dock.
Hoist the dinghy and park it. No dinghy dock.
Sea Track that goes right to the water
Sea Track that goes right to the water
Bob goes exploring; someone keeps his fishing canoe here.
Bob goes exploring; someone keeps his fishing canoe here.
The 'rock' is all coral.
The ‘rock’ is all coral.
Most of the Sea Tracks have one or two fishing canoes parked at the side. The canoes are all of the same design and construction.
Most of the Sea Tracks have one or two fishing canoes parked at the side. The canoes are all of the same design and construction.
Limu Pools, where the cold fresh water mixes with the warm sea water
Limu Pools, where the cold fresh water mixes with the warm sea
Limu Pools
Limu Pools
Bill goes caving
Bill goes caving
Bill goes caving
Bill goes caving
Matapa Chasm - the water is 30 feet deep, so you can jump off the cliff...
Matapa Chasm – the water is 30 feet deep, so you can jump off the cliff…
It's a long walk to the arches...
It’s a long walk to the arches…
Coral-reef-turned-jungle
Terrain is coral-reef-turned-jungle
We must be getting close!
We must be getting close!
Limestone shapes
Limestone shapes
Talava Arches
Talava Arches
Talava arch (looking up from below)
Talava arch (looking up from below)
Talava
Talava

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Niue

The country of Niue is a single island about 13 miles long and 8 wide. It is a “raised coral atoll,” meaning that it used to be an atoll like the Tuamotus, but the sea bed later pushed up so that it is now a plateau about 50 meters high. The ‘rock’ of the entire island is limestone — old coral.

Niue is independent, but in most respects it is a remote outpost of New Zealand. Aside from visiting yachts (there were 4 others during our stay), you can only get there by air from New Zealand — two flights per week in the tourist season, one per week the rest of the year. A cargo boat stops by once a month. There are about 1300 residents. There used to be more, but many moved to New Zealand.

The last day of our passage from Maupiti was rough — gusts to 30 knots and uncomfortable waves from two directions. Niue doesn’t have a “harbor” — just an indentation/bay on the west side, providing shelter from the prevailing easterlies, but wide open if the wind doesn’t follow the script. The bay is deep (and all coral bottom) almost to shore, so it is nearly impossible to anchor. But there are moorings, courtesy of the Niue Yacht Club. The yacht club is not a group of resident sailors. It is a few volunteers helping visiting “yachties” like us. Many yachties in turn support the club by becoming members. The club has more members than there are residents in the country!

It was a relief on arrival to find clearly marked moorings, and discover that the bay provided surprisingly good shelter from the big seas. Customs, immigration, quarantine and health officials met me on the pier, and I filled out the forms in the back of their van. The pier is the only place to get ashore, and it is not well protected. You take your dinghy (or fishing boat) alongside and lift it out of the water with an electric hoist, and park it on the concrete.

There’s a bank, but they don’t exchange currencies; they will provide NZ currency by charging your credit card, and adding a 5% fee. There is a pretty good grocery store, and fresh bread (including a sweet coconut bread). There are several restaurants, though some are only open a few days a week. There’s a very helpful tourist information center that provides an island map, and booklet about the businesses. And the yacht club maintains showers next to the pier.

And…everyone speaks English. That was a welcome change for me, whether dealing with the officials or chatting with someone in a restaurant. I would have enjoyed French Polynesia (even) more if I spoke French. Interesting, though, that in French Polynesia I learned basic words (hello, thank you, cheers!) in the local Polynesian language, and used them regularly as a courtesy to the Polynesian people. In Niue everyone just speaks English to white people — I didn’t learn a single word in the local Polynesian language.

It is a quiet place. But a fun place to explore. There are dozens of “sea tracks” from the road (up on the plateau) down to the ocean. These are paths, often with stairs to help in the steep parts, to get to the views, the caves, the chasms, the coral formations that shape the island. We rented bicycles and rode to some of the choice places, per the tourist info.

We went to the Limu Pools, and snorkeled there. These pools of water are connected to the ocean, but inside a very protective reef. And fresh water flows in through the island’s coral base. The fresh water is much colder than the seawater. Swimming in the pools you go from warm to cold to warm to cold…every few feet. Or, when it is cold you can dive down just a foot or so to the warm salt water below the cold fresh water. Looking through the water you see “shimmering” similar to air above hot pavement. The coral shapes were interesting, and we saw fish with new/different/surprising color patterns.

We rode on to the Matapa Chasm and walked to the Talava Arches. For these you need to see photos…when I can get them uploaded. Wifi, by the way, is provided “free” on Niue, with a $25 connection fee. We signed up to get it on the boat. But it wasn’t very fast (the whole country is connected to the Internet via a satellite link), and it wasn’t always reliable. I couldn’t get my photos to the blog before we left.

Riding back to town late in the afternoon, I said, “Let’s stop at the first burger joint we pass.” We saw one bar, and we stopped, but they had no food. What they did have was, according to a little sign, “the world’s most challenging golf course; one hole, par one.” To understand this we had to walk a short distance out to the cliff down to the ocean, where there was a “tee.” From there you could see the flag/pin, across a chasm and in a little clearing on the opposite cliff. So in effect there is no way to get to the “green,” and hence the challenge and the par one.

The guys at the bar told us we could get burgers at the town market. That seemed odd, but we pedaled there. The market at that hour was empty, except for one couple selling burgers. And they made an awesome burger! They didn’t ask what you wanted on it; it came with fresh tomato and lettuce and pickled beets and a homemade chutney, and was topped with a fried egg. It hit the spot, after a long day of cycling and hiking and swimming. And it came with interesting tales of bringing all sorts of fruit trees and nuts and veggies to the island and trying to grow them on their land.

Another night Bill and I ate at a sushi restaurant that served some of the best sushi I’ve had. I little pricey, but not unreasonable, and a nice treat. The passion fruit ice cream served on a bed of fresh papaya with chocolate sauce wasn’t so bad either!

There was a fishing competition going on while we were there. We had to wait an hour to relaunch our dinghy when we wanted to leave, because they were using the hoist to lift and weigh the day’s catch. All yellow fin tuna. Someone said that no mahi-mahi had been caught. I thought it was just us failing to bring in my favorite fish, but I guess they have become scarce. The largest yellow fin brought in so far weighed in at 76 kilos — about the same weight as me! That one was caught from a powerboat. But most of the fishermen were paddling small outrigger canoes, and I found it amazing to see them bring in 30+ pound fish. I’d love to see one of them get the fish from the ocean into the little canoe.

It rained all day one day. I think that’s the first “rainy day” (as opposed to passing squalls) we’ve had since leaving Key West! It was pleasant to spend the day doing little. And then it was Sunday, when no work is done on Niue, and no fishing or diving. We bent the rules a little and did laundry on the pier, and snorkeled right off the boat (surprisingly interesting coral and fish between us and the shore), but it was a quiet day. We talked at length with our Canadian crew (Bob) about the differences in government and healthcare between Canada and the USA.

I enjoyed the slow pace on Niue, and I would have been happy to stay longer. What?? Is this Zeke of No Regrets saying he wants to slow down?? Yup. I’m not in such a rush to move on anymore. And whales come to Niue to calve, starting in a couple weeks. They say you can watch them from your boat, right on the mooring. I would love to stay for that. But there is a BPO schedule to meet. And there is heavy wind expected to blow from the south, which could make for a very uncomfortable ride on the mooring. So…we’re off to Vava’u (Tonga).

Oh BTW, my Niue courtesy flag still looks great after six days. 😉