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A funny Thing Happened on the Way to Tokelau

We got underway from Tonga about mid-day, and saw whales blowing in the distance as we worked our way out of the maze of islands. We had twenty knots of wind on the beam, which meant fast sailing. Too fast. Once we were clear of land it became quite uncomfortable. But more importantly we had allowed three days to get to the vicinity of Samoa, where Drina was, and it was only going to take two. We had the idea that we would spend a night at anchor in Apia, without going ashore, so we could avoid going through the formalities, and then we would leave the next morning in company with Drina. But an email from Michael on Drina said not to try it — that the Samoan officials would require that we clear in and out, including paying a minimum of $100. Michael also wrote that when he gets to Tokelau he planned to have a boat pick up Doina and her son Dan, and since there is no safe anchorage he would simply drift for the day.

These prospects did not sound pleasant. We were crashing through big waves with deeply reefed sails; we needed to kill an entire day so as not to arrive in Tokelau before Drina; and then to spend another day drifting off Tokelau… We decided to drop the Tokelau plan. After an hour’s deliberation we decided to head for Wallis Island (in the French group Wallis and Futuna), west of Samoa and on the way to Tuvalu, where we still hope to rendezvous with Drina.

I had some misgivings about withdrawing our support from Doina’s effort to visit Tokelau — a place she had visited as a child, and a place that is severely threatened by climate change. But here’s the funny (though sad) thing. The next day we got another email telling us that Doina’s request to visit Tokelau had been denied! I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want the Blue Planet Odyssey support, or simply allow Doina to visit. But whatever…suddenly I felt good about our change of plan!

The wind continued to blow in the mid 20’s, occasionally gusting to 30, and although we tried to take it easy (sailing through the night with just a partially furled jib), it was still uncomfortable and difficult to sleep. Also our cruising guide said that when the wind blows hard at Wallis, a very strong current flows out of the pass (similar to Maupiti), so we had some concern about what lay ahead.

But we arrived unscathed and had no problem at the pass. Two other boats were in the anchorage. We dinghied over to the Australian (English-speaking) one to ask for information about where to land the dinghy and how to clear in. We hit the jackpot — they told us all that and much more, and provided us with a hand drawn map of the places most important to yachties (gendarmerie, customs, supermarket, restaurants). We hitchhiked into town (first car picked us up), and cleared in with the gendarme, but the customs office was already closed for the day. We went to the post office, where they offer 10 minutes of free wifi per day, and checked email (which takes about 10 minutes with their slow Internet connection). We investigated the grocery stores, which are far better stocked than in Tonga. Then we hitchhiked back to the boat (first car picked us up) with fresh baguettes and a few other goodies, and invited the Australian couple to join us for hors d’oeuvres. Very enjoyable. They started sailing their 52-foot boat from Spain seven years ago…and they don’t plan to stop sailing in Australia, but will keep on going around. I picked up a few tips about cruising and sightseeing in Oz.

Next day we hitchhiked back to town (easy, again), and cleared through customs. In fact, the customs official cleared us OUT, too, so that we can leave whenever we want. Very laid back. He told us we were the 19th pleasure boat to come to Wallis this year. This place is off the beaten track… We also visited the Cultural Bureau, which provides information about the islands, and free tours (we plan to do that tomorrow). There is no tourism office here.

We stopped for a chocolate croissant, bought more baguettes and Camembert cheese; we stopped at the post office for our 10 minutes of Internet; and hitchhiked (easy) back to the boat. The other two boats have left, so we have the anchorage to ourselves. All very relaxed. None of my usual “yet another paradise blues” — especially since I have zero expectations here, and no particular schedule…no hurry, no worry. We’re thinking we will stay another three days +/-, and try to pick a good weather window for the 400 mile sail to Tuvalu.

Tonga Addendum

Our BPO support person (Norwegian ex-pat) taxied me to immigrations, the port authority and customs, so we could clear out. I asked him about the mix of two cultures. He said, “The cultures are so utterly different that if you aren’t religious you would have nothing to talk about with the Tongans.” Of course that is an overstatement, as there is always family and the weather, but it provided some insight. He says white people have traditionally been looked up to (after all, they brought the Christian faith), though not so much by the younger people. He expressed admiration for the family values of the Tongans, mentioning specifically respect for elders.

But his feeling is that he lives in a community of 200 ex-pats interspersed in a larger, culturally separate Tongan community. All friendships and most other relationships are within the group of 200 ex-pats only. He doesn’t much like the small town feel of a community of only 200, and he says it will be the ex-pats that eventually drive him to leave, not the Tongans.

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While I dealt with the authorities the rest of the crew bought frozen foods and bread and eggs, and picked up our laundry. I tried to make my bed before we left, and discovered that one of my sheets was missing. We don’t have spares, or so we thought. I went back to the laundry shop, where the lady said, “Oh no! I know which boat has it. They had a lot of bedding, and I mixed yours in with theirs.” We tried to hail them on the radio, to no avail. She thought they were moored near the charter company, so I got in the dinghy and checked out all boats there. Didn’t find them. Went to the charter company office and asked about them. “Yes, they were on one of our moorings, but they left earlier today.”

It was time for us to go, so I returned to the laundry shop and gave her the names of all the BPO boats, so if the sheet was returned she could pass it to one of them. Off we went, checking the names of all the boats we passed. We saw a likely boat in an anchorage we had in mind, so we stopped there, but no luck. Next I got in the dinghy and zoomed around toward other likely boats under sail, and to another popular anchorage. Again I saw a boat that matched the description, but it wasn’t the one. One good thing, though — I saw other BPO boats there, and they told me about a family on the nearby island that had invited us all to a Tongan feast the next day (for a fee, of course).

Returning to the boat, I felt good that I had given it the ol’ college try to recover my sheet, but I wasn’t happy sleeping without it. In the morning I tried calling for the boat via the morning “net” that most yachties listen to. No luck. We searched deeper into the bowels of the boat, and found another set of sheets! Dirty, stained, smelly. But the laundry would still be open for 2 or 3 hours. So back into the dinghy for another long and wet ride, back to town. The laundry lady told me she had trouble sleeping because of her mistake. I told her I was going to give her a chance to make it up to me, by washing the sheets ASAP. Ninety minutes later I told her we were even and she should sleep well. Bought gas before embarking on the four miles back in the dinghy.

Bill claimed that because I had taken care of the lack of sheets, we would run into the boat that had mine. And he was right. As we were sailing out of the anchorage they were sailing in. We tried to hail them on the radio, with no luck. So I again jumped into the dinghy for a short wet ride over to them. They were obviously perplexed to see a dinghy pounding over the waves coming at them as they sailed along at 7 knots. But when I shouted that they had a sheet of mine, they said, “Yes! We ended up with an extra one. But how did you track us down??”

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Shortly thereafter we were anchored near the other BPO boats. Most crews were already heading ashore to do eye testing of the eleven kids in the family. I don’t think I’ve mentioned that this is a service that several of the BPOers, including Bob on our boat, are doing in conjunction with a non-profit in Germany. The BPOers were trained in Papeete to test the kids’ eyesight. They report the results back to the non-profit, which makes glasses for the kids who need them. And then the really cool part — they connect with boats bound for the same islands, and have the glasses delivered. That may happen a year later, but it is eye care that the kids likely would not have at all otherwise. What a great idea!

The rest of us soon followed ashore, and were provided what truly qualified as a feast. There is only the one family on the island, yet they managed to prepare at least a dozen different dishes for twenty hungry people. Plus Dad played guitar and sang, with Mom accompanying on vocals, and the girls did traditional dancing.

Tomorrow morning we are going to provide some epoxy resin to help our host patch a hole in his boat, before we REALLY leave Tonga bound for Tokelau.

Eye testing
Eye testing
Eye testing
Eye testing
Roasting dinner
Roasting dinner
Dinner is served
Dinner is served
And song
And song
And dance
And dance

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Farewell to Tonga, Almost

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The Kingdom of Tonga is a very nice place for cruising. Islands everywhere, with protected waters between, and beautiful anchorages. The town has fuel and laundry services and restaurants and a great produce market. It seems a little strange, though — almost every business is run by an ex-pat. Quite a few Americans, plus Kiwis and Aussies, and the grocery stores all seem to be run by Chinese. It’s like there are two worlds here, one Tongan, one ex-pat. The worlds overlap, and everyone appears to get along very well together, but it makes me wonder if there is more below the surface. The ex-pats all seem to love it here. Many have a story about arriving under sail many years ago and never leaving.

In any case it has been pleasant to do some relaxed cruising here for three weeks. Also fun to visit with Chapter Two, Maggie, Tahawus, and Blue Wind. One more restaurant meal tonight, and then we will be cooking aboard for the next three weeks, as we head for some remote places. Wish we could have stayed to see more whales…

We did have one more whale encounter, at a distance.
We did have one more whale encounter, glistening in the distance.

Swallows Cave was a cool place to take the dinghy into.

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With graffiti, even in Tonga.
With graffiti, even in Tonga.
Port Maurelle
Port Maurelle
Port Maurelle
Port Maurelle
Nuku Island
Nuku Island
Lookout tower at #30
Lookout tower at #30
After no waves for three weeks, it was exciting to walk across the island at #30 and see the open ocean crashing on the rocks.
After no waves for three weeks, it was exciting to walk across the island at #30 and see the open ocean crashing on the rocks.
Hiking
Hiking
Exploring
Exploring
You know I don't do underwater photos; this is a through-the-water photo. The blue is a starfish.
You know I don’t do underwater photos; this is a through-the-water photo. The blue is a starfish. The fish is outa this world!

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