Friday, 26 June 2015

Tahitian Islands

Tahitian Islands
We spent 12 days in total in Papeete and got a lot of jobs done on the boat. The Helm cable was replaced going from the original 5mm to 8mm. Other jobs being a new part for the Furlex replaced, sand and poly the cockpit table, a new engine compartment fan, re weld a crack in the solar panel support, fit a new anode to the prop, and the best was to fit a Victron Battery Monitor. This included checking out the state of the Batteries which all came up 100%. The monitor tells us what’s exactly happening on board with the batteries now, and we can see what’s going in and out and what the level of capacity is. The original Voltmeter gauge was a guessing game.
                      getting out amongst it

Whilst here in Papeete, we took advantage of the prize we had won from the ‘Puddle Jumpers’ association in Panama. It was for Dinner for two at the Intecontinental here in Papeete. This was a Traditional show and Buffet meal at the resort so was a welcome treat.


                  One of the many resorts

We left the Marina berth and went on a Taina Marina mooring outside the actual marina for the night. I wanted to check the auto helm was correct after it had been put back together along with the helm, so decided to go for a short motor up the estuary. We dropped the Mooring, and as we were moving away from the mooring (not even 10 meters), I was watching the mooring sliding past us when  we came to an abrupt halt. We had hit the ground! What? Where we were on the mooring we were in 4.8 meters of water, now we were in 1.8??
I jumped over the back of the boat to have a look and sure enough there was a little mountain right underneath us. This was right in amongst all the other moorings. We were still quite close to the mooring we just dropped so I swam a line back to it and along with the engine in reverse, winched the boat back off our little mountain. No harm done aside from a little bit of antifoul off the bottom of the Keel but shows the undulation of the bottom inside the Reef outside of the marina, even inside an area of Mooring Buoys, you have to be careful!

Moorea
We left Papeete and motored out to Moorea and anchored for the night up the far end of Baie de Cook, where we gathered that James Cook had anchored the Endeavour all those years ago. It wasn’t till we went around to the next bay which is Baie de Opunaohu that whilst ashore there we noticed monuments commemorating Cooks landing there.  We were a bit confused by this and the locals we spoke to could shed no light on it either, they didn’t even know the monuments were there! So we are still undecided where he actually came to while in Moorea.
                  One of the monuments we 'discovered' in the long grass

While at anchor in Opunaohu, we caught up with Len and Erin along with their son Trenten aboard their 72 ft Irwin Ketch ‘Mystro’. We had met them whilst in the Marina at Papeete and it was great to catch up with them again. We went ashore to two of the resorts there on the island being the Intercontinental and the Hilton having drinks and a meal there to see how the other half live. 
Len, Erin & Trenten alongside 'Mystro'

Cocktails in the afternoon

Just outside the Intercontinental on the Lagoon, you can swim/snorkel with Stingrays and Sharks, all in shallow 1.2 meters of crystal clear water-amazing. The stingrays will come right up to you and let swimmers rub them but we weren’t that game.
We hired a Scooter for the day like we had done at several other places and went around the Island. It’s a great way to see the Island, keeps you cool and the cost is minimal. $50 or the Scooter hire and $1.85 to fill it back up! A great day out.
                At the lookout overlooking Moorea


Raiatea/Tahaa
The sail up from Moreea was pretty uneventful aside from the fact that the Skipper had severe stomach cramps for some reason and spent most of the trip on his hands and knees. Now I know how Shelly felt when we left Gibraltar bound for the Canaries and she had spent 3 days sea sick in this position!
The weather wasn’t the best here in Raiatea and after a couple of quiet days catching up with Len and Erin again we headed off to Tahaa which is almost joined to Raiatea, its that close.
We spent the day snorkeling at the Coral gardens by the Resort off Tahaa where there are an abundant amount of Tropical Fish residing and once again the water is shallow and brilliantly clear.
                     Shipwrecked at the Coral Gardens

Bora Bora
We had a great sail up to Borabora with full prevented Main out one side and Genoa poled out the other. In 20 knots we were humming along at over 8 knots and there were three catamarans in front of us that we had given probably a 3 mile head start, but we mowed them down and sailed right through the middle of them.
Once inside the reef, we picked up a mooring at the Borabora Yacht club and spent the night there after going ashore to explore.
                        Borabora Yacht club

We visited ‘Boody Marys’ the next  day where all the rich and famous frequent, it has a board outside listing all manner of Celebrities that have been there. A great place with happy hour on all the Cocktails, great food and sand in your toes. You have to check your shoes at the door.
                           Bloody Marys at Happy Hour!

             One of the many idealic beaches in Borabora

After picking up a mooring at the Makai yacht Club, we met up with Steve and Debbie on ‘Simmer Down’ We had some good nights with them on the boat having dinner and learning some new Games.
Steve and I went for a dive just outside the entrance to the lagoon, which was great. White tip sharks everywhere and on the bottom we ran into some large Lemon Sharks cruising around, some over 7 foot. They have an aunterage of small parasitic fish with them as they cruise past you close to the bottom coral no more than a few meters away.
We caught up with Len and Erin again and Shelly looked after their son Trenten while they went and had some well deserved time on there own having lunch ashore. Trenten’s only 9 months old, really well behaved and she really enjoyed looking after him, it was a reminder of our Grandson that we are both missing back in NZ.

Aitutaki
We wanted to break up the leg from Borabora to Tonga so called in at Aitutaki on the way. I’d have to say that it isn’t a great stop with no access into the small lagoon there unless your boat drew less than 1.4 meters, no mooring buoys outside the reef to hook up to and the anchoring options are to say the least poor if not dangerous. The water shallows up quickly to a narrow shelf around the small inlet there and it is full of foul. We set our anchor there and I snorkeled to check it out. ‘Falshator’ was sitting in 15 meters of water with 70 meters of chain out but there were rocks the size of houses there all around us, some coming from 15 meters of depth to just below the surface. I had to put my dive gear on and go down and reposition the anchor to a safer place. The cost of entering Aitutaki was not cheap at over $220 and there wasn’t a lot to offer there. Sorry Aitutaki, but from a visiting Yachts point of view, we were glad to see the back of you.

Niue
Niue provides a small amount of shelter from the prevailing South/East to easterly winds with just a small dent in the island on its west side. There are mooring buoys to hook up to for $15 a night and at least you felt safe there leaving the boat, unlike Aitutaki.
There is no harbour as such, but a wharf where there is a crane that you use to lift your tender out of the water and keep it up on the wharf. It’s the first time we had come across this but it seemed to work brilliantly as long as you had a strong lifting bridle rigged up.
                   Crane on the wharf with little 'Falshator' on the dock

The officials were easy going and the locals are all very friendly. We started to see more Kiwis here on holiday and there was a ‘Black Heart’ Fishing contest on at the time we were there with Kiwis flying up here and going out on Charter boats catching Yellow Fin Tuna and the like. They couldn’t best one of the locals though who caught a 76 kilo Tuna on a hand line from his canoe!
                          Caught on a hand line from a canoe??!

Provisioning the boat was made a bit easier, as at both Aitutaki and Niue, the shops had things from NZ like Watties Backed Beans and Spaghetti along with NZ Beer! The small things that you miss-even NZ Marmite!!

                      'small things amuse small minds!'

The weather report was for strong southerlies coming and we were told the moorings weren’t safe in those conditions so it was time to make a move to Vavau, Tonga.

Niue to Tonga
The forecast was for 20-25 knot southerlies for the next few days, but after 6 hours in, the wind was getting stronger along with the seas. This leg has proved to be the hardest we have done to date with over 35 knots and 6 meter seas that were standing vertical and breaking. The seas were hitting us on the beam and crashing over the boat. It is the first time we have had any significant water in the cockpit. One wave hit us while I was hand helming and I was underwater momentarily and it blew my hat clean off! As fast as the water would come into the cockpit though, it would drain out just as quick.
                       Two hours out

It was hard on the auto helm, so during the day I hand helmed and at night we ran with a small amount of genoa out only and the auto helm response turned right down low. This enabled the boat to absorb the wave, go slightly of course and then the slow acting auto pilot would bring her back.
It was only a 36 hr passage but we were both glad to see Vavau loom into sight the next morning. We chose to approach the Islands across the top of them as it has a clear entrance in the Lee of the wind and swell from the North Western side and approaching through the reefs from the south in these conditions would have been pretty hairy.
It was good to get into Vavau and pick up a mooring there, and once through Immigration it was a matter of giving the boat a good clean with fresh water, emptying the Engine Compartment fan ducting of salt water(from the waves coming into the cockpit) and having a beer- needless to say we slept well the first night there. J






Sunday, 17 May 2015

Marquesas

Nuka Hiva is one of two options to enter the Marquesas group of Islands, the other is Hiva Oa but we chose Nuka Hiva as it has slightly better anchoring and supposedly fewer boats go there. As it was there were quite a few and one of them were Don and Sally who were delivering ‘Pantherra’ back to NZ. They had just arrived as well having come directly from Panama. It was good to catch up with them and have some celebratory drinks together.
Together with Don and Sally, we hired a four wheel drive for the day and explored the Island going right around it. Some of the roading was pretty challenging and over the back of the Island it starting raining and even with the Hilux in four wheel drive, we only just made it through.
We visited old Villages that used to be home to over 100,000 people before disease killed a lot of the population off years ago. The bush is extremely lush due to the warm climate and rainfall.
There local currency takes a bit of getting used to...
Amazon Woman
The local Brew
Typical Marquesas food, lots of fish!
Four Wheel Driving around the Island-pretty hairy at times!

Stunning scenery 
Don and Sally at Happy Hour-note the bananas hanging on the back of the boat





The locals are very friendly and unlike the Galapagos Islands, there are half decent supermarkets and fresh produce to be had here. It took a few days to wait till the swell was calm but we finally got the Gennaker Halyard up the mast and rerun and after filling gas bottles we were ready to make for the Tuamotus.

Tuamotus
We had to navigate visually again to get into the entrance to Takaroa reef as it didn’t have Channel markers and there were sandbanks and reefs everywhere.
navigating visually
                                    Stunning clear Water

Once inside the water was ultra clear which was great as there were a lot of things under the surface of the water to contend with being Coral Heads and many old sunken Buoys and lines.
We anchored in 15 meters and Barry and I went ashore to explore as Shelly was happy staying on board and read her book that she was hooked on. We walked for miles in the hot sun and were pretty pleased to find a little shop that sold cold drinks and Icecream! Needless to say the first can did not touch the sides.
We came down to the local wharf there and met a crazy Italian named ‘Franscisco’.
He is sailing around the world on his own in a Jeanneau 42 ft boat. He invited Barry and I on board to share a bottle of wine. By the time Barry and I had finished our small glass each, Franscisco had drank the rest of the bottle. Along with our new Italian friend, we wandered down to the local church and met the local Minister. I don’t think he was too amused by Franscisco seeing if the Minister could ‘broker’ a deal with a local girl to accompany him on his boat, another of Life’s  characters.
We left Franscisco there using the Church’s free Wifi and carried on walking and the Minister picked us up, we jumped on the back of his Ute  and he drove us back to where our Tender was.

The next reef was Apataki, which was huge, and once inside, you couldn’t see the other end. Once again, it was a challenge to find a decent anchorage due to the Coral Heads everywhere and we had to anchor in 16 meters of water to stay clear of them.
Stunning Deserted Beaches

We had various swims here and encountered a few ‘close encounters’ with a local reef Shark that was large enough to pay him some respect. I was cleaning the bottom of the boat and he was circling underneath me the whole time, needless to say the whole bottom of the boat didn’t get cleaned.
Whilst at anchor here, we struck a problem with the helm. The Helm was locked as usual to stop the rudder banging from side to side. But I awoke to the banging of the Rudder. On closer inspection, the Cable had snapped. We had no Helm and no way to fix it in such a remote area. I rigged up an emergency Tiller and we came out of the Attol exit and sailed the 230 miles to Tahiti using ‘Wally’ our auto helm.

mmm...
Emergency tiller at work

We are at present sitting here in the Marina Taina waiting for a new cable to be made up. I elected to go for a larger cable as the original 5mm one is vastly under engineered. Hanse do some great things on their Yachts but they compromise this by doing some petty penny pinching in other areas. The design of the Helm set up is not great either as we had to pull the whole back of the boat to bits to get access to the cable. As I said, they do some really good stuff and they do some really dumb stuff which is a bit disappointing. Having said that it could be a lot worse.


Monday, 20 April 2015

Shelter Bay

Shelter Bay Marina

Shelter Bay Marina has a lot going for it as described earlier, but after being up on the hard and trying to get some work done there another side comes out. Lack of infrastructure and little ascendancy towards the demands of the many yachts that come through here and on top of that poor organizational skills means it is all a very frustrating time when wanting to get anything done here.
A simple three-day job of hauling out, cleaning, preparing and reapplication of anti foul, along with a service to the engine and a new anode fitted to the prop turned into a mission. I had given the yard manager an email 2 months prior to our arrival there stating the work required, had a meeting with him at our arrival, arranged all the necessary product required and agreed on the time to do it(a week later), well after four days up on the hard we still were waiting for the paint to turn up, no service was organized and no anode. It took some pushing but we finally got the boat back in the water after a comedy of errors. I gave up on the new prop anode and put the old one back on.

We met some interesting people on boats there with a range of experience. Don and Sally from New Zealand were doing a delivery of a Catamaran back to New Zealand for the owners who we had met earlier in the Med, between them they had over 500,000 miles of ocean miles under them. It was great talking to them and getting a lot of relevant information off them. Both Barry and myself were offered to go with them through the Canal as line handlers for them and we were glad to have the opportunity, as there is a lot to take in as newbies.

The Canal
We were up early the day of our scheduled Transit and the boat was ready with all our Fenders and the extra tyres (8)fitted to the side of the boat, along with our hired extra lines(they have to be a minimum of 22mm diameter and 150 meters long each). We had the boat and the extra 160 liters in Jerry Cans filled with diesel and were ready to go.
After another typical organizational botch up on the time to be at ‘the Flats’, the official meeting place, where the time changed several times and in the end we were rushing to get there, we finally got our two line handlers that we hired( you need one skipper plus four line handlers for the transit) and the ‘Advisor’ (appointed by the Canal Authorities)on board and we were under way.
The first series of ‘Locks’, the Gatun Locks are where you enter three locks after each other and the water gets pumped into the locks, lifting you around 20 meters in each one. The water is gravity fed into the locks from the Lake and the first lock being the lowest, the water comes in at a hell of a rate and the pressure on the lines and cleats on the boats are pretty heavy as the boats rise up with the water. After the locks are used, they simply let the fresh water go out to sea, wasting millions of Liters each time.
We were through them and at the lake around 7.30pm and we tied up to a mooring on the lake there along with 6 other yachts. There were 7 of us rafted up to the one Mooring for the night, the Advisor was dispatched back home and after Dinner a few quiet ones were consumed that night.



The next morning we had another ‘Advisor’ on board at 6am and we were off again through the lake towards the other Locks. The journey through the Lake takes approx 3 hrs to go through and that was an experience in itself with the ‘Advisor’ telling me to keep to the left hand side of the channel where we were supposed to be on the right. We were taking ships head on starboard to starboard, one even honking his horn and complaining to the Canal Control that we were on the wrong side, but the ‘Advisor’ refused to move over and I was not overly happy about the whole thing and had a couple of words with him on the subject.
We went through the next set of Locks going back down and were out the Pacific side quite early. After another couple of minor incidents while rafted up to another boat in the Locks due to the ‘Advisor’, I came away with not a lot of faith in the Panamanian ‘Experts’ that they give us to guide us through the Canal, but over all it was a great experience.

We spent a couple of days on anchor at Balboa on the Panamanian side of the Canal and after filling the boat back up with diesel, went into Panama City, which is a total change from Colon being very modern with high rise buildings, great roading and obviously more money about.

After going to the dentist again and electing to get that troublesome very back tooth taken out-(smashed out, ouch), we were ready to leave Panama and looking forward to the next leg to the Galapagos Islands.

Galapagos Islands
It took 6 days, five nights to get there in very light conditions where the Gennaker came in handy and made good progress with it. Sometimes the boat was going faster than the true wind and ‘Falshator’ was proving slippery in the water with her new clean bottom. It was a challenge to sleep at night with the heat as we were right on the equator here, and with little wind about it wasn’t easy.
We crossed the Equator just before the Islands and had to have the obligatory ceremony that goes with it. The crew and Captain were all ‘Pollywogs’ being virgin Equator crossers so we all had to do the ceremony. The boat was stopped at the Equator and we had to spray shaving foam on each other and crawl on our hands and knees to circumnavigate the boat. Then it was into the Briney for the compulsory swim and the celebratory Champagne along with the issuing of the Certificates I had made for confirmation of being official ‘Shellbacks’ being official Equator crossers. 




Galapogas Islands

We anchored at Santa Cruz and after contacting our Agent, we had to go through the intensive Immigration procedure there. We had 7 officials on board at one time and also a diver in the water checking that the bottom of the boat was clean.
They went through everything on the boat, including checking toilet chemicals, checking all medicines and their use by dates and our food on board.
While intensive, they were all very friendly and it was all over very quickly.

Then we had to get Certification from the local Capitannae to enable us to get our Jerry cans filled with Diesel.
After all the necessary formalities and fuel etc, we spent the next 5 days exploring the island and all it had to offer.
We spent time snorkeling with the seals, diving with the sharks and the shoal fish which must have numbered over 50,000. They surround you in the water very closely and there are so many of them, they block out the light and it goes dark, Incredible. We also saw large turtles out there and it was one of the best dives I’ve done.
We also went out to the Charles Darwin Centre and to the Tortoise farm where they have huge Land Tortoises that you can get up very close to. Along with the Iguanas and the various bird life including blue Footed Boobies, it is definitely an amazing place to visit .
Fresh water fissure swimming hole
                          hand feeding the fish
deserted beaches
lava caves

dont rush me man



Puddle Jumping

We left the Galapogas Islands after stocking up and made for The Marquesas Islands. The trip took us just over 19 days and aside from a couple of very quiet days wind wise we had a great trip with only a couple of damages being losing our Engine Compartment fan and breaking the Gennnaker halyard with around 5 miles to go to Nuku Hiva. The sail ended up in the water, but hopefully not damaged and we will have to rerun another halyard through the mast but no biggie.

                            great reaching conditions
                       The inevitable squalls