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Leg 3 - 2005 Tahiti to Rarotonga

Our Itinerary

Leg 3-05, Update 1
July 4, 2005 1200, 16.45 S, 151.13 W, Log: 88,960 miles
Broad reaching, double-reefed main, full genoa. Winds: 22 kts, NE, seas: 6'
Baro: 1013, Cabin Temp: 88F, Cockpit Temp: 86F

Raiatea Landfall Ahead!

We're a week into Leg 3 and having an excellent sail. This morning we set sail from Huahine with winds gusting close to 30 and a boisterous sea. Crew are obtaining their sea legs along with valuable reefing practice and we'll soon be anchored off Marae Taputaputea on Raiatea, our eigth anchorage for this leg.

How has a week passed so quickly? Here's the story:

On Monday, June 27 Amanda and I set sail from Opunohu Bay, Moorea, for Tahiti before dawn and the tradewinds (headwinds) that start blowing in earnest, usually around 0830. Usually we motorsail the 18 mile distance with sloppy seas, but this time we had perfect sailing conditions nearly to Tahiti's Taapuna Pass. We were happy to find space on Tahiti's only fuel dock and while we were fueling

Amanda changing our homeport
Constance, the marina manager, stopped by and said it was possible for us to moor on the temporary dock for the night. Once we washed down MT Amanda and I headed for the huge Carrefour grocery store, a couple kilometers up the road for a provisioning run.

One of our last chores before our Leg 3 crew joined us the following noon was to complete the reflagging of MT. Hugh had brought down plastic stick-on letters spelling Avatiu, Mahina Tiare's new homeport on Rarotonga, although we seriously need to find a larger Cook Island flag before Mahina Tiare III can be a pretty island girl!

Early Tuesday morning I took the bus into downtown Papeete to sign on crew and clear us out of Tahiti

Aerial view of Cooks and Opunohu Bay, Moorea
with immigration, customs and the port captain. By noon we had last minute provisions stored, 3/4 of the boat waxed and were ready to greet our eager crew.

With a perfect tradewind breeze blowing, we decided to set sail for Moorea going through our safety and boat orientation once we were anchored in a cooler spot. Soon after leaving Taapuna Pass and getting out of the lee of Tahiti we were surging along at over 8 knots with full sail. By 1600 we were anchored in one of our favorite bays off the Pearl Resort and minutes later everyone was snorkeling in the clear, warm water, checking out the colorful tropical fish and our white sand anchorage.

Wednesday we got serious about orientation before sailing west to the entrance of the Cook Bay to practice Lifesling Overboard retrieval. Everyone aced the Quick Stop procedure on the first attempt, easily rescuing the newspaper heads we were using. With the winds gusting to 14 knots it was exciting tacking and gybing around between the edges of the reef and mountainous lush bay.

Lifesling Overboard practice
So that the dinghy wouldn't be in the way, we decided that Amanda should take it and snap some photo's of us sailing. Well that was the plan until a six man Tahitian va'a, or outrigger racing canoe, headed her way out the pass. So much for photos of M.T.!


Wednesday night is Tahitian dance night at the Bali Hai Hotel, and we hit the beach just before sunset to enjoy a very enthusiastic dance show. The real show stealer was a seven year old girl who was an incredible dancer, dancing several solo acts. It is exciting to be in a country where the traditional dance is still widely practiced by everyone from very young kids to grandmothers.

Thursday after studying navigation our crew decided to hike over the mountain and rejoin us in Opunohu

Tahitian Dancing at the Bali Hai
Bay. Patty, Tom, Hugh and Bill met some local French school teachers who proudly gave them a guided tour of the important Marae Titiaroa (ancient Tahitian temples) and told them about many of the indigenous plants. That evening we set sail, 80 miles, for Huahine and left before dark to avoid arriving before dawn. Before long the wind had built to 20 and we were zipping along nicely in company with five other vessels!! What an excellent night to teach radar plotting, along with vessel traffic we also monitored a couple squalls that come over us and cooled us down.

At dawn Huahine's magnificent windward coast was ahead. Hugh and Bill were on watch and did a superb job of lining up the range marks and sailing past breakers on either side. After entering the immense Baie Maroe we headed up into the wind, furled the headsail and dropped the main, before motoring cautiously south between Motu Muri and Huahine Iti. We passed Baie Apoomati where we had anchored a couple weeks earlier with our Leg 2 crew and found another protected anchorage for the night.

Marine weather (and catching up on sleep) was the order of the day and in late afternoon we landed on Motu Muri and walked across the narrow islet to the ocean beach. At the far south end of the motu we saw at least 50 dinghy and Hobie Cat sails, which we later learned was a kids summer sailing camp.


Scenic view of Moorea

Marae Titiaroa

M.T anchored at Opunohu Bay


Saturday we sailed around to the west side of Huahine. When clear of the pass Chris said, "Let's catch a fish!" and not more than 20 minutes later, someone yelled, "FISH ON!" Margit and Chris pulled in a beauty of a 20lb wahoo (Spanish Mackrel).

Anchoring off the town of Fare is always a challenge because of the hard flat coral sandless bottom, but Hugh volunteered to jump in the water with mask and fins and in no time flat found two large, live and solid coral heads. Underwater he carefully set the anchor between the heads in a way that wouldn't damage them or abrade the chain and we were all set.

In a few minutes our crew were ready to explore Huahine! First stop was the little beach restaurant where Jimmy Buffet used to hang out and wrote the song, "One Particular Harbor" then they rented tiny Fiats and were off on adventures. Amanda and I rented bikes and had a blast cycling half way around the island and back, racing each other along the way through town.


Marae at Lac Maeva, Huahine

View from the top Marae


Yesterday Amanda taught three strand and double braid splicing, we anchored off the reef for some excellent snorkeling and motored down to Port Bourayne for some more splicing instruction and a sunset walk on the beach.

That brings us up to today! Right now we are just a mile off Passe Irihu so I had better get on deck!



Leg 3-05, Update 2
July 12, 2005 0045, 16.46 S, 153.10 W, Log: 89.112 miles
Broad reaching at 7.7 to 8.3 kts, full main, full genoa.
Winds: 18-22 kts, NE, seas: 6'
Baro: 1013, Cabin Temp: 88F, Cockpit Temp: 79F


We sailed in Passe Irihu and down to the anchorage off Marae Taputaputea, the most sacred and important religious monument site in Polynesia. It is from seven canoes, that set sail from here, that all New Zealand maori people can trace their lineage. The site is well maintained with extensive plantings and

Marae Taputaputea, Raiatea
caretaker families living across the road. While our crew read the signage (posted in Tahitian, French and English) Amanda and I prepared a non-traditional Fourth of July sunset dock picnic. It was great, feeling the energy and power of this place as we watched the sunset over Raiatea's mountains and enjoyed Tahitian marinated raw fish and other delicacies.

We had an early start Tuesday morning, breakfast underway. Our goal was to reach the single fuel dock in Uturoa, the one town on Raiatea, before scores of local, charter and cruising boats lined up for fuel. We succeeded, and were able to easily fuel then find a temporary berth in town while crew explored, Amanda shopped for veggies and I checked in with the Gendarme. What a surprise I had, when for the first time the Gendarmes said it wasn't necessary to check in, only to check out once we reached Bora Bora.

We found an empty berth in Marina Apooiti, the Moorings charter base three miles past town, and enjoyed washing clothes and the boat with plenty of fresh water. That evening Laura and Giorgio from our sistership, Indeed joined us for a fun dinner ashore in the marina. The following morning they would be hauling out and leaving Indeed in a local boatyard and we made plans to visit them in San Diego at the end of Leg 1-06.


Dinner ashore at Marina Apooiti

Tom and Patty lend a hand waxing topsides


Wednesday morning Amanda taught provisioning worldwide before we sailed north to Tahaa, drawn to the magical "Coral Gardens" snorkeling spot Sally Christine Rodgers-Repass had shown us last year. Again we anchored off the small motus at the western edge of Tahaa, dinghied ashore then walked the width of the islet to the ocean side. Here we donned masks and fins before hopping in the water to float along the channel propelled by the current. This time we remembered to bring stale French bread in bags and we had swarms of colorful fish surrounding us for hours! Amanda spotted a large octopus, well camouflaged on the top of a coral head, and all the crew was amazed at the vivid colors and incredible variety and numbers of fish. At the end of our first time through, Amanda and I agreed that we had never seen such a healthy, colorful reef, or so many fish, anytime, anywhere in our thirty years of tropical snorkeling.


Coral Garden, Tahaa

Crew feeding the fish

Can you spot Amanda's octopus?


The second time through everyone was less freaked out about becoming impaled on the coral and took their time. In fact our crew was having so much fun looking at the fish that I had to call them to join us in the dinghy before we lost our light for navigating to Baie Tapuamu, a more secure overnight anchorage on mainland Tahaa. That night Randy and Sally Christine invited us all over for drinks and a tour of Convergence, their state-of-the-art 64' Tom Wylie-designed cat ketch.

Thursday we had a rip-roaring sail of 25 miles across to Bora Bora while studying Polynesian navigation

Lagoon view of Bora Bora
and safe landfall, anchoring in front of the elegant Hotel Bora Bora where we went ashore for sunset drinks overlooking the lagoon. The barman told us that the Heiva Festival dance competitions begun that night, running several nights, so we made plans to attend the following night.

Friday morning we anchored off the town of Vaitape (the only town on Bora) and after Amanda taught rig inspection our crew took off to cycle, drive and explore the island. Amanda and I did a final provisioning run, I cleared us out of French Polynesia with the Gendarmerie and after crew dinned at Bloody Marys we all met at the huge dance competition area, next to the wharf in town.


Double braid splicing

Our favorite grocery store on Bora Bora

Crew dining at Bloody Mary's


Heiva festival is a huge deal on Bora Bora, bleachers are set and an entire village of temporary thatched huts contain handicrafts, food and games of chance. The dance area is covered in white sand and fenced. Never have we seen so many dancers performing together, with so many costume changes, such organized accompaniment with a singers and drummers and so much fire! Not only did each of the 60+

Heiva dancer
dancers have kerosene-soaked bamboo batons, but they lined the entire performance area, plus three platforms of tall bamboo torches were in the middle. When they turned off the floodlights, lit the torches and started dancing, the crowd of half the island's population cheered wildly!

The winds were gusty, and when they would blow the sparks and smoke from the torches toward the crowd, people scattered.

We lasted 2.5 hours until 2230, but the dancing was scheduled to continue to 0300!

Saturday morning we had sail up before 0600 for what proved to be an excellent 27 sail to Maupiti. We covered communications options including radio and satellite while enroute.

Not long after leaving Bora Bora we landed a chubby bonito tuna and we were an hour ahead of our goal of arriving off Maupiti's narrow and dangerous pass by high slack water (noon every day in this region of solar tides). As we rolled the headsail up and headed in the pass, we were sorely disappointed to see solid breakers across the pass - walls of water crashing on the reef. Although it's always a

Maupiti's treacherous pass
favorite stop, we weren't about to take undue risks to enter this pass that has claimed two ships and nearly 30 lives. As we circled well offshore, Hugh, an avid and experienced surfer carefully studied the situation. Within ten minutes the surf in the pass disappeared, and when we entered, we had smooth water all the way into the lagoon. Hugh said that we must have just arrived the same time as a big set of waves.

Once inside the lagoon we anchored off the small wharf and after Amanda had taught winch rebuilding and going aloft for rig check, most of our crew headed ashore to rent bikes and explore the island.


Patty prepares to go aloft

Tom being hoisted by Chris and Margit


Maupiti is like a miniature Bora Bora, maybe half-sized or less, but without a single hotel, just a few family-owned and operated pensions, hardly any Europeans and some of the friendliest people we've ever encountered. The people on Maupiti take great pride in their extensive flower gardens in front of their simple homes. They have extensive watermelon plantations on the outer motus and were preparing to export many barrels of noni fruit while we were there.


Tropical beach, Maupiti

Bill and Hugh cycling around Maupiti

Maupiti's south coast line


On Sunday it seemed that at least half of the islands population of 1300 headed by speedboats (mostly homemade plywood boats) to their weekend houses or shelters on the surrounding motus, to picnic, fish and relax.

This morning after teaching Storm Tactics, we headed ashore for the last time to spend our few remaining CFP francs, pick up 14 loaves of hot French bread, mail postcards and say goodbyes. We anchored off one of the motus near the pass and all swam ashore before setting sail at 1700. As the passage to Mopelia, our next island stop is only 100 miles and we don't want to arrive before dawn, there was no hurry. The winds have been in the 10 knot range for the last couple days, so we were delighted to have them pick up to around 20 and stay there for the evening.

It's time to introduce our Leg 3 crew:


Bill


Hugh


Tom & Patty


Margit & Chris
Bill Vye, 57 is a horseback rider, mountain climber, fisherman and sailor from Seattle. He owns two Tennessee Walker horses and has been involved in field trial competition at a national level. Bill sails with Seattle Sailing Club out of Shilshole Bay. Somehow he finds time to work as a construction manager at Boeing between his other interests.

Hugh Sutherland, 45 is a new father, a surfer, a sailor and a protea cut flower farmer (www.buyproteaflowers.com) from the Santa Barbara, CA area. His wife Kim, her mom, his mom and their 2.5 year old twins will be meeting him in Rarotonga and he is very excited about that! Hugh and Kim sail their Pacific Seacraft 40 out of Santa Barbara harbor.

Patty Kelly, 45 and Tom Kessler, 51 are our first honeymoon couple! They were married in a historic bed and breakfast in Taneytown, MD just four weeks before joining us. They have a lot to celebrate; having recently sold the consultation business they worked years together building. They plan on going cruising soon on their Bristol 41.1.

Chris Mills, 51 is an Australian who has been working for Computer Associates in Chicago for the past ten years and who retired just four days before joining us. A great story teller, he has regaled us with tales of Australia which has us all ready to buy a camper van and explore that vast continent. He met his Austrian wife

Margit, 39 in Australia, before they moved to the States. Margit worked in the software industry until recently teaching French cooking in a culinary institute in Chicago. Margit and Chris own a near sistership to Jimmy and Gwenda Cornell's Ovni 43, which they have had totally refurbished over the past few years. Now that they have retired, they will be setting sail down the St. Lawrence from Chicago to the Caribbean soon after returning, with the goal of exploring the Amazon before slowly heading to Australia.



Leg 3-05, Update 3
July 14, 2005 2245, 17.20 S, 154.47 W, Log: 89.239 miles
Broad reaching at 7.7 to 8.3 kts, double reefed main and genoa.
Winds: 22-28 kts, NE, seas: 10' Baro: 1013, Cabin Temp: 88F, Cockpit Temp: 79F


Rockin' and Rollin' Toward Rarotonga!

Steady winds held, interspersed with some rain squall's as we closed on Mopelia not long after sunrise. The lack of any S or W swell meant that for the first time, out of many visits, we found the current actually flooding into the lagoon when we arrived at the pass entrance several hours before high slack water which is at noon daily. Instead of having to fight against the current in the very narrow pass that can run at up to 9 knots, we had 1 kt current behind us. We picked our way across the lagoon dodging coral patches and many pearl farm floats to the far SE corner where we found excellent shelter provided by the palm tree studded shoreline.


Entering Mopelia's narrow pass

Anchorage in SE corner of Mopelia lagoon


Our crew were pretty tired after the passage so while they napped Amanda and I headed to the beach stopping to visit with Hina and Lionel, friends from previous visits. We also met a friendly French family from a Privilege catamaran. With children nine, seven and eight months, Emmanuel and John Paul had been living and working in French Polynesia for over ten years. Now they were headed west and keen to visit Samoa and Fiji.

We studied marine diesel engine maintenance that afternoon and watched a very good video on diesel engine troubleshooting after dinner.

Wednesday was sail repair class followed by beach combing and exploring. We have enjoyed beach potlucks and barbecues every time we've visited Mopelia, and on our dawn beach walk I came up with a plan! Since Lionel, our local friend hadn't mentioned anything about a barbecue when we met him, we decided to

Crew beachcombing
organize a potluck on the beach, inviting the French family, Rob, an Australian singlehander and, Randy, Sally Christine and Kent Harris from Convergence. The French invited the crew of another French boat that had just arrived and Randy invited all of the locals ashore. Chris set up an amazing bonfire and we spread out our sailing awning for the food. Besides the amazing assortment of food from the different yachts, Kaloni brought 2 huge cooked coconut crabs.

What a fantastic time we had under the moon, stars and coconut trees upon a white sand beach that glowed in the moonlight with 30 people of many different nationalities talking, laughing and just enjoying the magical time. The beach bonfire grew huge as the kids drug dry palm fronds which would burn furiously with great showers of sparks. Amanda organized a bowline tying contest, Kent Harris, age 10 brought his violin and played Scottish and Irish dancing tunes and Amber, aged 9 sang the Tahitian national anthem and several other songs. Not to be outdone, her seven year old brother sung some French songs and Kaloni and his cousin (two of the 12 Tahitians living on the island) played the ukulele and spoons plus sung Tahitian songs.


Chris with Aussie outback bonfire

Magit and Patty competing in the bowline tying competion

Enzo lights the bonfire

Kiolani with a coconut crab
 
Kaloni strums Tahitian tunes on his ukulele


This morning a small front (not large enough to show up on the weatherfaxes from NZ) came through with rain squalls and gusts to 28 knots. By 1100 it had cleared and we decided to head for Rarotonga, 430 miles WSW. We first wanted to share the experience of snorkeling on the wreck of the 1917 German square-rigged raiding war ship, Seeadler. As the anchorage we normally use on the inside the pass was a lee shore with gusts to 25, we instead tried anchoring near the wreck on the outside of the lagoon, with wind and current holding the boat off. Chris dove into find a small crevice in the nearly flat coral bottom and directed us from the water on when to drop anchor. It worked, and we were a five minute swim to one of the most interesting wrecks in the Pacific. Convergence came and anchored next to us, with Kent Harris eager to see the shipwreck and to look for treasure! Treasure we didn't find, but Convergence's anchor managed to find its way into the crankshaft of the wreck, which required some fancy underwater work by Hugh and I to free the anchor after everyone was done exploring.


Convergence exiting Mopelia pass

Convergence's Spade anchor snags Seeadler's crank shaft

Randy Repass considers Seeadler's anchor for Convergence

Hugh checks out a gun casing


Besides the three huge anchors, windlass, rudder, air tank and tones of corroded pipes, Hugh and Chris found quite a pile of large (6" or so) brass shell casings near the surf line. The amazing thing was that these casings which are nearly 100 years old were not coral encrusted, and in fact had some shiny spots on them.


Chris and Margit exploring the shipwreck

Kent Harris, the pirate kid, searches for treasure


After a tasty lunch we raised anchor, tucked a couple reefs in and set sail for Rarotonga. Convergence set sail for Suwarrow and Samoa, and before long gorgeous little Mopelia had slid below the horizon.

July 20, 2005 0600, 21.12 S, 159.47W, Log: 89.589 miles
Moored in Avatiu Harbour, Rarotonga
Baro: 1018, Cabin Temp: 72F, Cockpit Temp: 71F (Chilly)


What a wonderful sail our final passage of Leg 3 proved to be! Our winds held at 27 knots until dropping slightly Friday morning, and moved from SE to E, just aft of the beam so we didn't have to worry about setting the whisker pole. With nearly a full moon and moderate sea conditions it felt like we were zooming along on a sea of silver.

In the teaching department we covered electrical power systems and watermakers on Thursday and dealing with officialdom on Friday. With winds in the 16-20 kt range Friday we continued making excellent time, and it started to look like we might arrive in Raro on Sunday instead of Monday!

The direct course line from Mopelia to Rarotonga runs right over the top of Atiu Island in the Southern Cooks and not long after sunrise Saturday, there she was! Although a Port of Entry for the Cooks, there is no customs officer on Atiu, so going ashore was out of the question, but as it looked like we would arrive in Raro before dawn on Sunday if we carried on, we decided to anchor off Atiu for a few hours. As there is no barrier reef around Atiu, we would be anchoring in very deep water just out of the surf line in the lee of the island.

Chris, an avid diver and strong swimmer dove in with mask and fins on and surveying the bottom directed us where to drop the anchor. The anchor was in 60' but once we let out the chain, the depth sounder read 160'. The amazing water clarity meant that we could see bottom in 160' of water! I jumped in and looked around underwater too find no sand at all, just very tiny coral grow heads covering the bottom. The anchor looked fairly secure, so I swam back to MT and stood anchor watch so the rest of our crew could go snorkeling.


Leeward shore of Atiu

MT at anchor - Atiu


Just after I was back aboard, I got a VHF call from Roger Malcolm who owns Atiu Villas. We had actually met in Raro a few years back, he said if we snorkeled just north of where we were anchored along the surf line, we would find the wreck of Nancy Griffiths sailing-trading schooner Edna. Amanda's family had house-sat Nancy and Bob's coffee farm in Captain Cook, Hawaii 25 years ago, and I had separately met them in Hawaii and New Zealand. After Bob passed away, Nancy bought an ancient sailing ship and ran her as a South Seas trading schooner until she ended up lost on Atiu's reef in the edge of a cyclone.

Once our snorkelers returned, Hugh and I swam nearly into the surf line and found the bow, engine, generator, chain and anchor of the schooner, then we swam nearly into the tiny harbour, more just a cemented-in gap in the reef where all cargo for the island had to be landed by lighter. After lunch and a nap, we happily set sail for Rarotonga in perfect reaching conditions of 17 knots, just aft of the beam. The Tahitian Princess cruise ship passed us slowly in the early hours of Sunday, to arrive off Raro at dawn.

We had to motor for the first time of this expedition, as during Patty and Amanda's 0200-0400 watch a deck-washing drizzle stole our wind. By the end of their watch we were back at 16 knots and on our way!

Soon after dawn the rugged and majestic outline of Raro was on our bow, a pod of false killer whales kept pace with us, and what a morning it was! We decided to pass out the test before arrival, and had just finished checking it together before we had to get the sails down and get ready for arrival. This crew did the best of any so far this year - really understanding and retaining. Our new diesel engine test module (Thank you Merle, Leg 1!) always gets crew thinking and coming up with some surprising answers.


Amanda tests Margit on reefing

Land Ho - Rarotonga

Marking the test


What a shock to see only five cruising boats, two freighters and two rusty fishing boats as we entered the harbor. The dozen or so rust-bucket fishing boats that had come up from NZ had all gone broke and returned, so there is now plenty of space in tiny Avatiu Harbour. We moored at the end of the line of yachts and our crew went ashore for burgers, before doing an excellent job washing down MT.


Lining up the range into Avatiu Harbour

Crew wave hello from our stern to moorage in Avatiu


We had been eagerly looking forward and telling our crew of dinner at Trader Jack's, a fun and crazy restaurant-bar just down the waterfront from the harbour, but we learned that over cyclone season Raro had experienced five cyclones in three weeks. Traders lost her roof and was swept through by breaking waves, so we walked the entire length of town, counting 11 closed restaurants before ending back at the Raro Fried Chicken directly shoreward of the harbor.

Before dark yesterday, Bill helped us move into our favorite (and safest) corner of the harbor, in the spot usually occupied by Te Kukupa, the patrol boat that is out on patrol. That brings you up to date with life aboard Mahina Tiare.

July 20, 2005 1600

Late Breaking News!!! Miss Matuora Arrives in Raro with All of Rakahanga and Most of Manihiki's Population!

It's true. At first light this morning when I was headed ashore for a cycle up the mountain, the familiar rusting, listing profile of Miss Mat was visible off Avatiu Harbour. Trailing a long plume of smoke, condemned from all ports outside the Cooks and sailing only under a provisional maritime approval, the last (barely) surviving Cook Island inter-island freighter limped into port. As always, we held our breath as her bow loomed over ours, prayed her main engine would re-start in reverse and held our breath as she passed over our anchor and chain.

The ship was loaded (overloaded, no doubt) with every single Rakahanga islander (wearing matching floral purple shirts and dresses) and all but a few Manihikians wearing yellow. Minutes after she was wharfside choirs broke out in throaty Polynesian hymns of welcome. The entire wharf was packed with friends and family and shortly the islands two busses arrived as well as several trucks to gather up over 100 frozen pigs.


Miss Mat and her welcoming committee

Ladies from Rakahanga departing Miss Mat


This is the 40th anniversary of Cook Island's independence and the inauguration of a new Rakahanga hostel was the reason for the huge turn out. Our pearl farmer friend Temu from Manihiki explained that the two islands are basically one social unit, and in pre-missionary times they alternated living between both islands. When the resources of one of the islands started to thin, the entire population would sail 20 miles across to the other island to live for several years, letting the first island repair and replenish.

We've had a steady stream of old island friends, some we've known from as early as 1975 stopping by the boat, always surprised by our large new Cook Island flag and the Avatiu homeport on Mahina Tiare's stern. Arthur Neale, son of Tom Neale, the famous hermit of Suwarrow, author of Island to Myself said he figured we must have sold Mahina Tiare to a Cook Islander!

Amanda and I are early looking forward to a fun week in Raro, with plenty of socializing, biking and adventures we will be sure to full you in with the details shortly.
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