More of the
Marquesas and Tahiti
For the photo album go
to: http://www.cometosea.us/albums/albums/PacificToPhilppines.pdf
Start at slide # 75
Papeete, June 28 '05
As a sailor in this
paradise, life could not be better but if I were to be reincarnated I would
wish to be a French Polynesian rooster. This is where the chicks outnumber the
males by a ratio of at least ten to one. And they are very much free range. The
few fences here are mostly to keep the, gone wild, pigs out. Chickens have even
taken up house keeping in the parks of Papeete.
I have no clue where the eggs come from that you buy in the market because the
chickens here always have a small flock of baby chicks in tow. I reported, in
the previous edition, that the first sounds I heard, after my Marquesas
landfall, were of roosters and the laughter of the local youth. My next
reincarnated choice would be as a French Polynesian youth. They are also a
pampered lot. Much of the French benevolence goes to keep the youth busy and
entertained. In the Marquesas I already observed the massive sport complexes
and community centers in small towns like Atuata. Last Friday evening, in the
suburb of Arue, where I am moored at the Tahiti Yacht Club, they inaugurated a
new stadium. Paid for, in large part, by the French tax
payer. And the youths take good advantage of this opportunity.
Outrigger canoeing is very popular with the boys and some vahines and the
competition between islands and other countries, including Hawaiian teams, is
taken very seriously. This center has a soccer field, basket ball courts, skate
board Coming back o the imbalance of the sexes;
traditionally families here have raised some of their sons as girls when there
were too few girls to help out with the typical female tasks in a
household. You see an unusual high number of what appear to be gay men or
travestites. Many of them dress as women. They are known here as
"Mahu". The traditional "Mahu" is just a way of life and
accepted as such in this society. "Rae Rae" is the
local name for homo-sexual. Lesbians are apparently
nearly unknown here. The small vocabulary that I had accumulated in
the Marquesas does not go very far in Tahiti
or any of the other island groups. The Marquesan "Kaoha!" is
known here as "Io Ranaa!", "Hello" or "Welcome!". "Na Na", for good bye, works here as
well. "Thank you!" here is:"Maururuu!" I had some strange
looks when I yelled "Kaoha" to the outrigger canoeists upon arrival
here Friday the 17th. Most of the outlying islands understand the Tahiti language and it is used on all the radio
broadcasts from Tahiti to the rest of French Polynesia. Listening to the radio is an experience
by itself. In the Marquesas I could only hear one FM station, Radio Polynesia.
Here there are about 10 FM stations. The programs are partially in
French and Tahitian. Songs are played in French, Polynesian and English. I just
hope that few listeners understand the most awful American rap that is played
at times. America's worst cultural export. Filthy, foul and
chauvinistic. Then there are the home made French and English, or often
a combination with Tahitian mixed in, which are for the most part really dumb
and schmaltzy. There is a good weather forecast.
In the last report I left
off on the island
of Nuka Hiva. The
stitches, from my accident in Comptroller's Bay, were removed on Friday of
that same week. On Friday evening there was the weekly Happy Hour
for us visiting cruisers at the resort of, the ex-Californian, Rose
Corser. I had a chance to get to know several of the coconut run crowd.
Many of the boats from Hiva Oa turned up
on Nuka Hiva, including the brigantine "Soeren Larsen". She arrived
in Papeete a
day before I did and I have been a regular visitor aboard to socialize with the
friends I made among the crew. She is moored right at the Papeete water front. I
have made a small album with photos of the square rigged "S.L." at
www.cometosea.us/albums/SoerenLarsen and I recommend visiting the
vessel's web site at www.SORENLARSEN.co.nz
I finally managed to
attend mass, for the first time since I had left Santa Barbara, on Wednesday of that week
and then once more at the regular Sunday service. The singing is a great
experience, nearly everyone participates and all have a natural feeling for
sound and rhythm. The men sing harmony. I managed to participate with the help
of program text and my charming neighbor guiding me. Nuka Hiva is the diocesan
seat for the Marquesas and the octogenarian French bishop said mass in
Marquesan and he gave the gospel in
French.
The American/Swiss couple, Jim and Dorothea Mauzari on "Oceanus"
who had left a couple days ahead of me from Santa Barbara were
anchored in Nuka Hiva. The only Dutch cruisers that I have met so far are Arjen
and Marry v/d Leeuwen with their 2 1/2 year old son, Chris. After Nuka Hiva, I
met up with them once again in the adjoining Daniel's Bay. When I checked in
with the Gendarmes at Nuka Hiva they wanted me to produce a bond or a return
air ticket. I mentioned that I was told in Hiva Oa
that that was not required. Most all of the cruisers that had made their first
stop at Hiva Oa were obliged to post the bond
at Nuka Hiva, after all. European Community countries are exempt, including Canada. I told
the gendarmes that I'd like to take my chances without posting the bond and see
what would await me in Papeete.
The way I understand this is that it is the Douane (Customs) for which the
Gendarmerie intermediates on the bond posting. And Douane only has offices in Papeete. On checking out
at Nuka Hiva no point was made about me not having the bond. On checking in
with the Douanes in Papeete
they asked me for the bond. It looks like I might be able to get away without
it after all. I will report the outcome in the next
edition.
Daniel's Bay was a
wonderful two day interlude. This is a deep narrow entrance bay with great
protection from the swells and winds. This is where the movie
"Survivors" was filmed in 2001. Daniel and his wife Antoinette were moved, lock stock and barrel, from the white sandy
beach to the river mouth, for the movie setting. Daniel has been welcoming
cruisers at this anchorage for the last 30 years and has kept visitor logs ever
since. He brought out stacks of them. The Dutch couple found a 12 year earlier
visit of their boat by previous owners in his logs. We hiked up to the water
fall the next day. Daniel's dog accompanies the hikers to guide the way. The
scenery is breath taking. Tall steep lush green hills.
And the river rushing along the trail. Daniel and the
few other settlers live a very quiet life. They have access to an abundance of
fruits and vegetables and solar power. From Daniel's bay I set sail for Ua Pou.
This island has unusual steep tall spired mountain peaks. I had hoped to anchor
in some quiet bays on the Wes coast but the weather did not cooperate and I
ended up in the main harbor on the North side. This is where I met the only
other singlehanded sailor, I have seen so far on this trip. Richard, a retired
British special forces soldier on a boat about the size of
"Fleetwood" named
“Shala”
On June 7th I left "Ua Pou" for the Tuamotous. The
winds were at first from the North and then from nowhere and after that from
everywhere but the South East trade direction. By the time I got to my first
intended destination in the Tuamotous, Mahini, at midday, the wind quit once again. I was hesitant to use
the engine because of the water problems I was still trying to purge. But when
it was getting close to dark I cranked the motor on. And then the wind decided to blow and blow
hard. It just did not look like an easy way to enter the lagoon that late and
with that much wind. So, I
ended up skipping the Tuamotous all together. I will have plenty opportunities
to see similar coral atols on the continuation of my voyage. I keep hearing praises on
Manihiki in the Northern Cooks. And have decided
to take a look. The Bellingham
charts completely ignore this area and that has to be the only place Hintz has
not covered in his "Landfalls in Paradise".
Yesterday I was able to copy some good electronic charts for the area from my
French neighbor.
I arrived at Tahiti early Friday the 15th. You will see plenty of
pictures of Point Venus in the accompanying album. This is the first land mark
and light house when approaching from the North East. That day I had my only
other big fish on the troll line. But I lost it. I was very fortunate to
get dock moorage at the Tahiti Yacht Club in Arue, just 5
k.m. to the east of Papeete.
I am paying Fr. 1100 a day or about $ 12.50 I am
parked just in front of the restaurant. It has hot showers, laundry. Most of
the visiting cruisers are moored at the down town water front quay,
Mediterranean style, which for most still requires getting a shore in a dinghy.
And the cost is more than what I pay. The larger yachts gather mostly at
the marina S.W. of Papeete, beyond the airport.
The bicycle comes in real
handy for the 5 k.m. ride into town. There are buses but not very regular. It
is a good thing that I learned to ride a bike in the Amsterdam traffic. For the average American
rider Papeete
traffic might be a little on the aggressive side. I might find Saigon a little more intimidating as well, from my bike
riding days there in 1961-1963. Last week I rode east beyond Pt. Venus about a
6 hour bike ride. To day I checked out where the other large marina is, to the
South West of Papeete and that was about a 15 km ride. Papeete is a bit of an architectural miss
match. Lots of asphalt, a Van Nuys in the tropics.
There are a few of the older colonial style buildings left. The better
residential areas are up in the hills. There is a large Chinese population
here, mostly settlers who arrived here at the beginning of the 20th century.
The 7.30 mass at the cathedral is in Cantonese. What surprised me was that
there are very few Vietnamese here. Because of the language and the climate
that appears to be a natural. Many went to France and New Caledonia after the fall of Saigon. The first Saturday night here I went to the
French mass at the mission because the Cathedral was still being renovated. I
noticed a familiar accent in the Chinese priest. It turned out that he was an
ethnic Chinese from Vietnam. Father Dung a Redemptorist priest, sent here
from France
in the last weeks. He lived and taught in Saigon
around the same time that we lived there and we had lots to reminisce.
I had not planned to stay
here this long but I am awaiting the marine mechanic to check out my saltwater
intrusion into the engine. He cannot come back till later this week. Now it so
happens that the annual festivities here start on June 24 and last till around
July 20. There are the dance and traditional rowing, fire dancing, coconut
harvesting etc. competitions. Ever since I arrived here the local Arue dance
group has been rehearsing on the field next to the marina. I watched them
getting better and better. Last year this group won the first prize in the
annual competition. The hand movements, coordination and their singing are
incredible. Last Friday night was their gala presentation to the town of Arue. The brand new
stadium, I referred to earlier, was
inaugurated. It is named after Boris Leontieff. He was at one time a popular
mayor of Arue. Then in 2002 he ran for president of French
Polynesia. He ran on a platform of a gradual, 10 to 15 year,
weaning off the French influence and ending up with a common wealth status. He,
with a few fellow politicians, mysteriously disappeared on a small plane
flight, just before the election took place. There have been many speculations
of foul play. His two daughters spoke to the audience about their father,
last Friday. There are pictures of the dancers in the photo album.
Right now I expect to
continue on to Moorea sometime next week. Then to Bora Bora, Northern Cooks, Samoa, Fiji.
Then probably the New Hebrides,
New Guinea,
Philippines
and Vietnam.
I stood on the fishmonger's scale yesterday and weighed in at 65 kilos, about
143 lbs. That puts me back somewhere at age 25 weight. I feel great. The only
small old age problem I encounter is sore finger joints, especially at sea.
One disadvantage of being
here in the Southern hemisphere winter time is that the flowering trees, like
the Jacaranda, Locust, etc are not blooming yet. Mangoes and Papayas are not
yet in season either.