Saturday, December 24, 2011

Nomuka Iki and O'ua Tonga

The wreck on Nomuka Iki. Good shells here.

Tofanga sunset.

Rich, Jason and Jan on Nomuka Iki. We looked for the abandoned prison but didn't find it.

Nomuka Iki anchorage waters on a blustery day.


Jason with machete chasing a crab on the beach

Local boys who swam out from O'ua. The middle one, Freddie, is dragging a huge bundle of pandanus leaves with him. They use the leaves for weaving all sorts of things after the salt water has softened and bleached them out. Why he swam the 1/2 mile out to YOLO trailing them behind him is beyond me. He didn't speak English. Just climbed aboard the boat and stood there wiggling his eyebrows til he jumped back off and swam away.


The bunch of bananas the boys on O'ua brought us. We gave them a couple of t-shirts. Of course, these green bananas all ripened at the same time so we had banana bread, banana muffins, banana pancakes......

YOLO in Ha'apai Group

Ha'apai Library on Uoleva

Intersection in town. That's Jason in the flowers and our friends from Slip Away, Jan and Rich.

Karen reading on YOLO




The Customs guy on Uoleva. Note the mat skirt, a formal dress for men here.

Cute sign on a fence. Lots of folks have pigs they let roam around or keep in their yards for future dinners.



A Spanish Dancer nudibranch, about 4 inches long.












School of squid off Ha'ano













A clown triggerfish. Very cool markings!












A long view of the coral reef at Ha'ano.













These tiny electric blue fish dart into the recesses of the coral heads as we get close.












Spanish Dancer nudibranch.













Holding a Spanish Dancer in hand. They're very pretty when they undulate in the water. Teh undersides of the white frilly edges are bright scarlet or magenta.


























A lion fish strutting his stuff in Ha'ano. Beautiful but deadly and they are a scourge on the reef fish

























Clown triggerfish.












Anemone fish above anemone













Jan snorkeling above the edge of the reef.












Staghorn and other coral at the edge of the reef wall.













YOLO at anchor off Ha'ano, Tonga.












A pig in the wallow on shore at Ha'ano.













Ha'ano anchorage












Mushroom Rock at Ha'ano anchorage. We found Spanish Dancer nudibranch egg sacs just off of here. They look like red roses underwater.

Vava'u Group Tonga

Big fruit hanging over the beach.

Pt. Maurelle anchorage in Vava'u Tonga. Nice anchorage and some cool shells on the beach.


Sand dollar and a big cowrie shell we found.

Cliffside overlooking the windward side of the island. A good hike up and down. Just don't get too close to the edge!

Hunga Pass. This is the narrowest pass we took YOLO through so far. We were the only boat in the lagoon here, a fully protected one with volcanic hills all around.


A cave on one of the islands.

Our anchorage at Maninita Island. Just big enough for 1 boat.

Another view of the anchorage and the island of Maninita. We spent 2 days in this tiny lagoon in a big wind. Thousands of birds nest on the island and Jason got shit on twice when we were walking around the island at low tide. This is where I saw the boobie fall out of the tree--stupid bird.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Niuatoputapu Tonga

A square nut! There were heaps of them under this tree but I don't know what they are.

pigs roaming in the yard where we had the potluck dinner

Cruiser group at the pot luck dinner


A horse eating mangoes off the ground.

A view from the ridge above town

A local Tongan carrying his woven basket on a pole

Suckling pig. This is where we had the roast suckling pig dinner the next night.


The freshwater spring outside of town. So nice!

Karen and Jason in the fresh water spring.


Pandanus leaves after they've been soaked in the ocean. They are dried and then spilit and used to weave mats, fans, skirts, etc. The soaking in the ocean turns them the off-white.

A cone shell

A blue starfish. These were everywhere in Tonga.


YOLO in Niuatoputapu, Tonga Oct 2011
We planned for 2 nights to sail to Tonga from Samoa and we had to slow down and finally take in the genoa altogether to not arrive before sunrise. Winds were better than forecast for a change, but the depth changes in the ocean bottom out here near the Tonga Trench sent water pounding up under the boat and rocking us periodically as we crossed contour lines. The charts were a little off and the 1/2 moon had set about 11 pm. so I changed course to miss a small island off the north coast of our destination, Niuatoputapu. The two chartplotters had us missing the island, but a radar scan in the inky blackness showed us plowing into the end of it; not very reassuring in strange waters in the middle of the night, knowing the area is full of reefs! But we made it into the harbor/lagoon at first light and then had to figure out what date and time it was! We crossed the International Date Line and lost a day, but gained an hour. It's strange but these island nations are changing dates, time zones, and monies and we rarely hear about it.

Niuatoputapu is a wonderful, roomy anchorage in good holding sand with a big concrete wharf and dinghy steps. A tsunami wiped out the village 2 years ago and the homes now are donated small rectangles from the Red Cross. Not very appealing and not very Tongan-like, but they have to suffice. No way to get more building materials here unless they buy them somewhere else and have them shipped in via the supply boat that comes once a month.

We were here when the supply boat arrived on Friday and the wharf was a beehive of activity til after dark. Fresh and frozen foods were unloaded along with passengers and bags and boxes of stuff from other parts of Tonga. Note: mail addresses here have no numbers--just the name and the village and the island will get stuff here!

Once the boat off loaded its cargo, it took on the local cargo to be sent to other parts of Tonga. Big blue wire bins were set on the wharf by the crane of the ship and it seemed each family had a bin to fill with their cargo. We saw pigs in crates built of sticks, bags and bags of mangoes and who knows what else! Names and the village + island were written on the bags in black magic marker.

While the ship's crane moved the cargo on and off the ship, and the village trucks brought people and cargo to/from the wharf, the local kids were having a ball climbing the mooring line from the wharf to the bow of the boat and jumping off the bow into the water. Nobody scolded them or told them they shouldn't be doing it; it seemed the best thing to do for the kids and I had to remind myself that we weren't in litigious America anymore. I counted 35-40 kids playing on/around the ship at the end of the wharf and nobody got hurt. Even I cringed when they dove off the bow into the water near the concrete ramp and jagged chunks of coral making up the breakwater for the wharf. The big black fender meant to keep the ship off the concrete had been a favorite water toy for days and remained along the side of the wharf as the boat never used it. Kids frolicked with the shouting and laughter lasting until after dark. The freighter left the next morning early so the kids had to find other sources of fun. Seems like they all come to the end of the wharf to swim and jump in the afternoons after school is out.

There are only 3 villages on the island. We walked to the bank in the 3rd and farthest village to exchange money to pay our fees for Customs, Immigration, and Quarantine. We skipped the Health office fees (the biggest one!) as they didn't come to the wharf and the local contact said they do nothing and charge too much and we weren't going to spread any disease; she encouraged us to write a letter to complain about the high charges from the Health office as she felt it may be keeping cruisers away. We never cleared in with the Health person, so we don't know how much they charged, but we believe it was more than all the others combined. The local currency is the pa'anga and one is worth about 61 cents US. There is nothing to buy on this island so the fees were the only required expense.

The day we arrived, the local contact person, Sia, had arranged a welcoming potluck at her house so I made chicken fritters with hot chile jam and we joined the cast of cruisers for a wonderful time. I had to write out the recipe for the chile jam numerous times as that was a major hit. Our hostess provided some local dishes and free fruit--bananas, papayas and mangoes. Friday was a pig roast for $25 pa'anga (about $15) for 2 piglets, cassava, taro, taro leaves with beef seasoning, curried sea snails, mangoes, and flour dumplings with a sweet coconut sauce. Quite tasty. By the way, 2 piglets fed over 20 people. The pigs and piglets are running all over the island and the little ones are sooooo cute! They won't let us get close enough to pick them up, but there are dozens that run and play and feed everywhere here.

There are many horses on this island, too. Surprised me. And very few get ridden. Cruising guides talk about horse-drawn carts, but when I asked a local who picked us up hitching for a ride, he didn't even know the word 'cart'. Perhaps the tsunami washed them all away... we heard it broke every small wooden boat in the harbor, so many lost their way to go fishing. The island still hasn't fully recovered after 2 years. Vehicles were tumbled and thrown around and the guts of one without a body or chassis now acts as a kava crusher in someone's yard. They've rigged the engine and transmission to crush kava to be used in the ceremonial drinks. Kava bowls are 4-legged wooden bowls that the men drink the nasty concoction from; we haven't been to a ceremony yet.... Will let you know if Jason drinks the stuff.

I joined 2 other couples for a hike along the ridge that makes up the center of the island. We had to bushwhack our way through some jungly growth at times, and do some rock climbing to reach the higher points, but the views were stupendous! Three and a half sweaty hours later, we had to do some butt sliding down the steep slopes to get back down to the village. We picked up a few mangoes along the way and I jumped into the bay as soon as I got back to the boat. It is hot here!

Jason and I walked to the last village on the island, Hihifo, where we expected to find a fresh water spring to swim in. We found another couple enjoying the cool waters in their underwear and joined them in the refreshing dunk in clear cool water. Fish even liked it here and we spent enough time to bring down our body temps. It was a non-descript gully of coral with a tiny cave at one end. It fed into the river that went into the lagoon behind a reef. We may have missed it if we weren't expecting to find the other couple there, but it was a delightful highlight of Niuatoputapu! We all left with wet clothes to keep us cool on the walk back to the wharf.

Cruisers chipped in and provided Sia with a new battery to keep her VHF radio operating so she could be the contact for the cruising community. She let us know of the local events (her pig roast, church times and the free lunch from the underground oven (an umu) afterwards, etc.) and she was happy to give us fresh fruit from their local trees. Unfortunately, a disease had killed the lime trees on this island so we couldn't restock those here. But I still managed to make some awesome papaya and mango salsas with the cilantro I'd found in Apia. One never really knows what is going to be available and the cruising guide info is often outdated or is dealing with a different season than when we are here. I was surprised that the locals sent bagfulls of mangoes to their friends and families down in Nukualofa (6-700 miles south) as they don't get mangoes in season there.

The waters here inside the reef are pretty murky, but out near the reef and the little offshore islands, it is clearer, so we went snorkeling out on the motu. We saw segmented sea cucumbers that were about 3' long. They looked more like a snake but had the tentacles at one end like a sea cucumber. Other sea cucmbers were dark teal with stubby spikes or small and black like the ones the locals pound and eat. I saw big royal blue starfish here, too. They roam the coral rubble in the shallows left from the earthquake and tsunami. I found some cool pointy shells that looked like miniature Madonna tits but Jason threw them overboard before I could even get them back to the boat. It's not often I find matching pairs of shells like them but I am getting more selective on what I'll keep, as New Zealand has a reputation of taking many things away from cruisers.

We're off to the Vava'u group of islands in Tonga, another overnight sail, so will send an update from there separately. We'll spend a couple of months in the archipelago of Tonga and then jump off for NZ in early Dec. Some folks are already making the crossing there so we are trailing the pack of Puddle Jumpers now. We may come back here next year! Stay sane and healthy y'all!

Friday, October 7, 2011

YOLO in Samoa

changing of the guard in Apia, Samoa. They have a band and a mini parade every time they do this every day.

The beach behind our bus companion's home on Paradise Beach.



Another view of Paradise Beach, made famous in an old 1950' movie starring Gregory Peck.

A longboat, which takes 33 paddlers to move. They were taking this boat out at our marina. They lined up a bunch of old tires on the pavement and the 30+ men heaved it out the marina and all the way down the street to its storage field. Took a couple of hours to move it all the way and traffic sometimes just had to wait for the next heave. These are only used for celebrations and it was time to put it away.


Mama pig eating coconut at home near Paradise Beach


Karen sipping her cold coconut on the bus. Very refreshing!

Jason eating a massive Samoan banana. Even he couldn't finish the whole thing!


YOLO in Samoa Sept 2011
I never got to the Charlie the Tuna statue in American Samoa. We cleared out, did yet another run to the stores (not a can of diced tomatoes to be found!!) and grabbed some fresh produce from the market. Jason went to clear us out while I lugged the bags back to YOLO. While waiting for him to get back, we started to drag again! After a slow procession across the empty water, I began to get close to another boat so put out a call on VHF and 2 dinghies arrived in moments to offer any help they could. I let out more chain and Jason arrived in yet another dinghy answeing the call. We didnt' want to reset the anchor as we wanted to leave, so we quickly got YOLO ready and finally brought up the chain at dusk. It was so full of fishing line, fishing nets, plastic bags, Tyvek bags, and metal parts filled with muck that there was no room left for the anchor to grab the mud and set! No wonder we dragged! There was no room left on the flukes to use.


So we bobbed along in the light winds overnight to Apia, Samoa. We arrived into the marina, run by the Port Authority here and got tied up straightaway. They sent a little boat out to meet us and lead us in past the commercial wharf and to our slip, then helped tie us up there. Very nice operation. It was late afternoon, but Health and Quarantine officials showed up to clear us in. Customs and Immigration never showed up, but the marina manager gave us Visitor passes to get in/out of the marina anyway, with a request that we come to her office at 9am the next morning to advise whether C&I ever showed up.


I couldn't get off the boat. Literally! YOLO's transom steps stuck out beyond the floating finger pier and it was too high for me to jump off to the dock without risk of hurting myself. If I could get off, there was no way for me to get back on! We arrived on my birthday (Sept 27th). I was tired when we arrived, and a cold beer from our neighboring boat and a good night's sleep were the best way for me to spend the evening. I put a deck chair on the upper deck of YOLO and watched the fire dancers in the bar across the street where Jason had joined some fellow cruisers to watch the show. We finally asked the guy on the boat next door the following day if I could use his dinghy to step off my boat and onto the dock. Alek was quite a character and readily agreed. It was a spongy moving step, but it worked.

I finally got off the boat when Jason went to the office the next morning to see about Customs. As I was standing talking to the guard at the entrance to the dock, who shows up? Customs. And they were not happy that Jason and I were off the boat before being cleared into the country! I tried to explain that the marina manager advised us to come to her office to arrange for Customs to come to YOLO, but he spouted the law at me and said we could be fined. I went back to the boat, they called the office and sent Jason back, and the Customs guys came aboard. Just to remind us who was in charge, they made me trot out my prescription medications and did a cursory search of the boat, making me open lockers and cabinets and such. The liquor cabinet was pretty sparsely stocked, so they seemed happy enough. I'm sure they did the search just because we'd gotten off the boat, and they made the electrician wait until they were done to help us get power to the boat. Ah, bureaucracy and gov't officials.....

We wandered around Apia, but there isn't much in the way of tourism here. Samoa is a pretty big island. Another couple wanted to rent a car with us the next day, but he couldn't get the price down to a reasonable amount ($180 Tala/day, or about US$80) and getting fuel was an added big expense, so we just decided to catch a bus somewhere and pack a lunch.

With bus schedule and Tourist Board map and pamphlets in hand, the others determined where we could get to that looked interesting. I truly didn't care where we went and decided to play passenger instead of navigator or decision maker this day. I'd wanted to see the waterfalls and slide down the slippery moss-covered rocks, but it is the end of the dry season and they are all dried up. We found the bus with the decided destination on it and I hopped aboard to save a seat. As the bus started to fill with people and purchases (30 lb. bags of rice, cases of ramen noodles, luggage, etc. tucked along the aisle), the guys came back and waved me off the bus, realizing that we could not get back on a bus the same day. Nobody wanted to stay overnight in a distant town or village.

So we were looking for alternatives as buses started pulling out of the lot. An Australian voice called to us from a back window of a bus, saying if we were looking for the Paradise bus, this was it. And yes we could get back by bus later the same day. So we hopped aboard and made our way to the back of the bus to meet the voice. George claimed he saw us pointing to places on the map and figured we were looking for a bus to the tourist destination. He was full of information about the "Return to Paradise Beach"-- a location where a 1950's Gary Cooper movie was filmed. We made 3 rounds between the other bus depot and the one we started at, the driver trying to fill the seats before leaving town, but finally got on the road.

Once on the road, we had a wonderful chat with George from Brisbane and he introduced us to his 'uncle' Lemalu next to him and said he'd show us where to catch the bus back later in the afternoon. George was like a tour guide and readily shared his info on the locales. Lemalu got out at the beach with us and said the bus would pick us up there--at his house! at 1:45 pm. He took us back to meet his mother and brother and offered to put us up next time we visited if we'd just come to this home. We were offered bananas and drinks along with his hospitality. Samoans have been very friendly so far.

Homes here are more like open pavillions. No walls or windows; just beds, couches and chairs or mats in a big open building with a roof. They have curtains that they can hang to get a bit of privacy and some may have woven mats they can hang to section off parts if desired. But by and large, it is truly open-air living here! Many have a traditional closed in building they can occupy in the rainy season, too.

We walked the famous beach, but most of the sand has relocated over the years with weather events, so it has all changed. We ate lunch, swam in the shallows, scavanged for seashells, then caught the bus at the bus stop Lemalu had pointed out to us, as we just weren't really sure if the word would get passed to the bus driver to pick us up at his house. We got on and the bus continued on to the house!

It turned into a school bus as dozens of uniformed children climbed aboard and filled the seats, even sitting on each others' laps. The smiles and grins must've hit a soft spot in Jason's heart because he made his way to the front of the bus and talked to the bus driver; he offered to pay for their ride home today if they promised to do something nice for someone else before they went to bed that night. The bus driver's assistant announced that in Samoan and cheers and clapping and thanks rang out in the bus. A short while later, the school teacher gave the bus driver some money and instructed him to buy us all cold drinking coconuts at the next stop! What a treat! Freshly husked and chilled coconuts with a hole for a straw gave us a cool drink for the rest of the ride back to Apia! A totally unplanned day turned out to be a wonderful experience.

When we returned to Apia, the city was in full fever for the World Cup Rugby, akin to the hullaballoo that goes on at Super Bowls. Samoa was playing South Africa in the quarter finals and this country was hyped up for it. Flags being waved everywhere, face tattoos and t-shirts with Go Manu being worn everywhere (Manu is the team name for Samoan Rugby team, like the Lions or Broncos or such); vehicles driving around with teens standing in the back waving and shouting their support. There was a lot of the local brew, Vailima, being consumed in the bars with TVs.

I walked across the street from the marina where sponsors had set up a big tent with a projector hooked to a TV so they could show the game to locals for free. I've got to admit that I know very little of the rules of the game, but it was quite exciting to watch. The noise levels when Samoa scored a goal forced me to put my fingers in my ears. The refs were a hoot; they were mic'd up and their conversations with each other and the players were entertaining to listen to. Too bad Samoa lost 13-5; the honking and shouting went on til the wee hours anyway.

It was stinking hot and just sitting was cause for sweat to drip and soak my t-shirt. Not much of a breeze in this protected harbour. Thank goodness the water was free and drinkable as we consumed an awful lot of it. And we washed everything we could think of again. The 'cold' showers were a welcome respite at the end of the day. The marina was cheap, but that was the only bargain here and we decided to move on to Tonga when a 2-day weather window of wind became available just a week after our arrival. So long, Samoa!
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