“Sailing means freedom” is a misconception that Mark and I
have realized over the years. Don’t get me wrong, you have a lot of freedom
when you live on a boat and cruise the world; you just don’t have the freedom
to choose when to leave, where to go, how long to stay or when to arrive. The
comfort of an anchorage is also not to be taken for granted. All this is
determined by the main domination in a sailor’s life: the weather.
Even when keeping a close eye on the forecasts, here in the
Pacific, doesn’t necessarily mean that you “get what you ordered”, like during
our
trip from delightful Huahine to the metropolis of Tahiti. In between
bouncing at anchor and being suffocated by poisonous
smoke (which appeared to
have been from an accidental fire in the recycling plant of Punaauia) in the
Taina Marina area, we dealt with some errands on shore and ran from one doctor
to another, and from one lab to the next, not forgetting about our
initial appointment at the hospital. Without finding an answer to one of our health
issues and having to decline a birthday drink invitation, both because of
another unfavorable weather forecast, we crossed the channel to Moorea – under
motor – to hide for the predicted 30-40 knot NW winds.
The anchorage areas on the east side of Moorea, near Vaiare,
were new to us and – based on reviews of friends - we had been looking forward
to spending some time on the eastern faced reef anchorages, in shallow, clear
water over a sandy bottom. Facing outward, meant no mosquitoes, no smoke and a
refreshing breeze. The current, however, is very strong here and from the
moment we arrived, Irie didn’t stop moving about, the water rushing along the
hulls as if we were underway. But, we did find a big spot for ourselves, with
plenty of swinging room and none of the other boats close by, to sit out the
inclement weather.
The storm from last weekend, albeit short in duration – just
one night – would become the strongest one we have experienced in eight years
of cruising. The wind gusts made the seawater airborne, and topped at over 50
knots. The lagoon was filled with white caps and all the anchored boats
resembled hobby horses. Irie behaved splendidly, however, and was not one of
the four cruising boats that dragged that dreadful night. The holding was great,
we had 10:1 scope out in 7ft of water, and our Manson Supreme anchor, once again,
performed perfectly.
The following afternoon, the sun stood bright in the sky as
if nothing had happened. Life returned to its usual business, and taking a
shower in the ocean was preceded by a snorkel with stingrays and colorful fish
and coral in the clear waters of the lagoon. Another depression was looming on
the weather charts. A day before it was predicted to hit us, we moved to the
northern reef anchorage of Vaiare. And, good we did, since the nasty weather
system arrived a day earlier than planned (always at night), having us pinned
down on the boat again.
This time, the wind is supposed to keep coming out of the
NNE and, as I write this, it is blowing a steady 25-30 knots, with gusts to 40
knots, and we can see the seas building in the channel between Tahiti and
Moorea, on the other side of the fringing reef. The wind generator is happy,
and so are our computers. Plenty of electricity and based on the forecast,
plenty of rain to come as well. This, we welcome, since our fresh water tank
needs filling. As long as the anchor holds – the bottom is less trustworthy
here – we’ll be fine for the next four days or so… Then, more fun activities
can fill our days again! If the weather cooperates. :-)
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| Marina Taina anchorage |
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| Sunset over Moorea, seen from Tahiti |
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| Mark fixing some rips in the sail bag, after the major storm |
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| One of our geckos, surviving the salty trips and the bad weather |
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| The "best thing" about being in Moorea: It is Tahiti on the horizon and not Moorea! :-) Tahiti at noon... |
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| Tahiti at dusk... |
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| Tahiti at sunset... |
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| Tahiti at night! |
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| Motoring past Vaiare and its marina... |
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| ... being accompanied by playful dolphins in the lagoon. |
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| Beach near the Sofitel resort, north of Vaiare |
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| Tahiti, on the other side of the channel |
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| Fishing in the lagoon |
Of weeks that fly by fast, this last one certainly made my
top! With Mark slowly getting settled in the Boston area, I rounded up our life
on Irie in Moorea. While initially, I enjoyed some more time sightseeing the
island and meeting up with friends, the closer my departure date approached,
the more I focused on Irie. For days, I cleaned up, organized, sorted, decided,
packed, and cleaned – wood, ceiling, forepeak, cabinets, kitchen, bathroom,
decks and cockpit.
