Ruby Slippers

We lost our entire communications system on the boat - no e-mail, phone or weather.  It’s been mighty lonely out here, with no news from home.  I believe we are just about up and running again - thankfully!  Thanks to all of you who expressed concern over our silence.

After our friend Tom’s fatal diving accident, Bora Bora wasn’t much fun anymore.  We didn’t really feel like snorkeling or getting in the water at all.  We helped get Tom’s boat ready for a delivery crew to take it to New Zealand, and then we left as soon as we could.  We sailed to the very last island in the French Polynesia chain, a little place called Maupiti.  We saw the final award-giving of the Heiva Festival, with some good singing and dancing.  There was a Hobie Cat regatta going on while we were there - it was great to see all those colorful sails moving around the bay.  We were anxious to get to the Cook Islands, so we only stayed there for a couple of days.

Our 4-day sail to Suwarrow in the Northern Cooks was a very arduous trip.  The first night was everything I hate about night watches.  The seas were HUGE and unorganized, the wind was blowing 25-30 knots, there was no moon, and we were going dead down wind.  As Jim said, it was blacker than the inside of a cow.  Our wind speed/wind point had failed, so it was hard to keep the boat on a good course.  And, of course, I was seasick.  The next days were better, although the boat was lurching and rocking in the weird waves.  One day, we all had to write a haiku, and the next day we each had to present an invention, with a drawing and explanation of how it would work.  That helped the time pass quickly.

I was so glad to get to Suwarrow, which is a small, uninhabited atoll.  It is a nature reserve, and a caretaker lives on the island from April to October.  The caretakers, John and Veronica, have 4 boys under the age of 11.  They are a great family, and Molly and Jessie had fun romping among the coconut palms with other kids.  With the other cruisers who were anchored in the bay, there were 10 kids that had the run of the island.  They built a two-story palm hut, caught coconut crabs, and ate coconut pancakes.  Several nights, the 7 boats that were there got together for potlucks and music.  It was nice to get to know the caretaker and the other cruising families.  We had some nice hikes and found a couple of amazing snorkeling spots.  Jim speared a couple of small groupers, which were delicious.  There are a lot of black-tipped sharks in the atoll, and they seem to know the sound of a spear gun going off.  The minute Jim shot the gun, about 6 sharks came darting out of nowhere and started circling around him.  We cleaned the fish off the back of our boat, and there were sharks swimming frantically, eating the carcasses.

The crossing from Suwarrow to American Samoa was much nicer.  The wind continued to blow - up to 35 knots at times - but the seas were flat.  With a double-reefed main and our storm jib, we were still doing 10 knots.  It is an eerie feeling to be careening through the blackness going that fast.  You can’t see a thing, so you just hope and pray that there are no sleeping whales or derelict cargo containers floating in the water.  So far, so good!

Jim and I were in American Samoa twenty years ago, and it hasn’t changed a lot since then.  There is a lot of trash on land, and the water is very polluted.  There are two big tuna-packing plants here, and when the wind switches around, it is hard to breathe.  The smell is staggering.  The people, however, are friendly, helpful and speak English.  It is nice to be dealing in American currency again.  There is a huge Costco-like store here, where we will be able to re-provision.  There are some things we need to fix on the boat, and this is a good place to do it.

The buses here are entertaining.  They are funky, crickety things, but they are all painted with colorful logos and sayings, and inside they are decked out in leopard-skin fake fur, feather boas, and ceramic dogs with nodding heads.  Each bus has a very loud speaker system, and you are at the mercy of each driver who displays his taste in music at full blast, with the bass turned up all the way.  Most people here, men and women, wear skirts, so no one has pockets.  Since they always carry change for the bus ride, they store their quarters in their ears!  We thought they were just plugging their ears to drown out the music!

We got mail while we were here in Samoa.  It is so much fun to receive books and letters from friends.  We also got next year’s school curriculum - much to Molly and Jessie’s chagrin.  There are lots of new historical fiction books to read now, and some of the great literary classics.  What better way to while away a crossing than to read “Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea”, or “Great Expectations”?

In a few days, we will leave for Western Samoa, then Tonga, Fiji and New Zealand.  The time seems to be flying by, and I worry that we won’t get to see all the sights before hurricane season arrives in early November.  We’ll keep you posted! ~ Jeanna

it was decorated with steel cable, fishing line, and about twenty plastic garbage bags.  The first thing Molly said was, “Is there anything we can use, Dad?”  The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree…

We decided against going to Western Samoa, and headed to (everybody ready?)  Niuatoputapu, in northern Tonga.  The cruisers call it New Potato, since we are a lazy bunch, but we have been practicing to let the name roll off our tongues.  I think the villagers appreciate having us properly say the name of their island.  This is one of the more unspoiled islands we have seen.  There is no electricity, running water or refrigeration.  Dogs, pigs, chickens and horses run freely among the locals on the dirt roads.  The people are very friendly and seem to enjoy cruisers.  A supply ship came yesterday - it hadn’t been here for a couple of months, and won’t be back till Christmas.  The entire village (1400 people) showed up at the wharf to help unload lumber, oil, food and a couple of horses.  The villagers were quite upset when they discovered that there was no tobacco or cigarettes on the ship; I guess they were really counting on it.  The first thing the customs officials asked when they boarded our boat was, “Do you have any tobacco?”

There are 3 churches on the island; Methodist, Catholic and Mormon.  Each church has services twice a day, every day.  We heard the bells ring at 5:00 this morning.  One of the churches had a big fund-raiser today.  They are trying to raise money for a larger building.  There were long tables set up with roast pig, chicken, lobster, breadfruit, melons, cakes, and taro.  The pastor was preaching inside the building the whole time, and every once in a while, a bowl was passed through the church door and people would put money in it.  The bowl would come out about every half an hour.  The people must have been rationing their money, because they always had more to put in.  I blew it, and put my entire twenty dollars in right at the beginning; and I got disappointed looks when I wasn’t able to contribute each time.  The pigs they roasted were so tiny - no bigger than a loaf of bread.  I knew I had said “hello” to those very pigs just the day before, and I was a little leery of how long the meat had been sitting out before the party started.  Jim, of course, dug right in, evidently not remembering that he got deathly ill in Mexico, eating roasted pig.  We’ll see how it all turns out.

This was the last day of school for all the students in the village.  Molly and Jessie were invited to come to the elementary school, and walk with the kids about a mile up the road to the high school, where there was a big program planned.  There were skits and dancing and singing and speeches.  Most of it was in English, and it was fun to watch.  The students gave speeches about technology in Tonga, why they loved the Tongan way of life, and other subjects close to their heart.  There is a custom here where people go up to a performer and tuck money into their shirts or belts while they are performing to show their appreciation.  It happened a lot today.  I thought it was interesting when a girl was giving a speech about how money is the root of all evil, and she was admonishing her peers to not become enamored of money and its pleasures.  Someone came up and tucked a dollar bill into her belt, and she didn’t blink an eye - just kept on talking.  I guess I was the only one who saw the irony in it - there were no snickers when it happened.

The other cruisers are discovering Jim’s talents more and more; they call him up to ask about their refrigeration, single side-band radio, or engine problems.  He usually has the answer or the tool they need.  I feel fortunate to have him on our boat - I can’t imagine being out here without a Jim Rard on board!  We have been seeing the same cruisers over and over in each anchorage we go to, and we are all becoming quite close.  There were 10 cruisers from the Seattle area at a gathering last week.  The talk is always about where you are going next, how was the last crossing, and did you catch any fish.  No one ever talks about what their occupation is back home.  Jim is the exception - everyone knows he has a boatyard and knows a lot about boats.

We are waiting for a good weather window to go to the Va’Vau group of islands in Tonga.  We are trying to carefully choose good weather for our crossings, although many times the weather reports are way off base.  The next really long passage will be from Fiji to New Zealand,  about 7 days long. I can do it, I can do it…

Big Seas(to the 3rd power) + Huge Winds x 2 many days/2 little sleep = Grumpy Crew

They hope to have internet on this island by next year, they say.  So, no new pictures in the media gallery until we can get connected again. Talk to you soon!

~ Jeanna