Pacific Part 3
includes a visit to the breathtaking island of Fatu Hiva, the sail through the
Tuamotus, and our arrival in Tahiti!
When we finally
repaired our rudder, we felt relieved, but behind schedule. We wished we had so
much more time to see more of the beautiful, rugged Marquesas Islands. But one Marquesan island cannot be missed: Fatu Hiva. I
have dreamed of going there for many years, and 40 nautical miles to the south
was too close to let it go by. We left Hiva Oa, and set sail via the nearby
island of Tahuata for Fatu Hiva. As we approached Hanavave, a village on the island’s
northeast coast, we could not believe our eyes! The pictures we have seen
previously did it no justice – it was absolutely beautiful! Unfortunately, our
pictures below fail to document some of that beauty, but it will be in our
minds in 3D forever.
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Vata in Fatu Hiva's Bay of Virgins, the most beautiful anchorage in the world! |
Hanavave is a
tiny Marquesan village of wood carvers and makers of tapa cloth, situated on the
Baie des Verges (Bay of Virgins in English).
The first Europeans to visit here in the 1500’s called it the Baie des
Vierges (Bay of Penises), but the priests objected, despite the numerous phallic
symbols surrounding the bay, and removed a letter to make it more appealing.
We went into
town and were immediately greeted by friendly Marquesans, offering to show us
around, but we declined. Our goal that
morning was to visit a nearby waterfall, that is highlighted in many of the
cruising guides for the island. “Nous cherchons la cascade”, I would say, and
smiling locals would point and give instructions to go up the mountain, but
keep to the left. Half an hour later, we had climbed several hundred feet past
pampelmousse, orange and lime trees and banana palms, and were feeling the “burn”
in our legs. Half-way there…. The road split, and we took the gravel road to
the left, which soon turned into a tractor trail through coconut groves.
Another left, and the trail started with stepping stones across a creek and
narrowed to a foot path, then started to climb more through densely forested
areas with remains of ancient house foundations built of rounded volcanic
boulders. We crawled under fallen trees
and huge boulders along a steep leaf-covered rocky trail, worried we would lose
our footing and sprain an ankle. Just when we were about to give up, we found
the waterfall. A long trickle down a sheer rock face with a deep pool at its
base – not exactly what we envisioned. Now for the walk back… at least it’s
down hill this time.
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A beautiful walk on the trail to the falls... |
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The path narrows and gets rugged. |
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The 200' waterfall was a mere trickle during our visit. |
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Tim on the tractor trail coming back from the falls. |
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Coconut meat being dried in the sun, or copra, is a source of income for residents of Fatu Hiva |
Back in the
village, we looked for the renowned wood carvings of a Tiki, and perhaps some
tapa with Marquesan art on it, and we encountered a joyful “Simon the Carver”, who
parted with one of his carvings, along with his wife’s offerings of 10 pampelmousse,
20 limes, a whole bunch of bananas and a breadfruit. A very productive day!
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Simon the carver, working on one of his large stone Tikis. |
That night,
while barbequing dinner, we ran out of propane. They don’t sell propane around
here, and not even butane. We would have
to return to Hiva Oa to refill our tanks with butane.
In Hiva Oa, we
purchase a 30kg bottle of butane at the Mobile gas station, borrowed an adapter
hose to connect the bottle to our North American-threaded tanks, and got back
to the boat. We hung the butane up-side
down from the mast, and secured it with ropes so it wouldn’t swing around in
the swell. Connected the adapter hose to our cylinder, which we shaded, Bled
the line from the butane then opened our tank and waited for gravity to do its
work. Several hours later we were
satisfied that each of our tanks were half full of butane. Now we can continue our trip!
We set sail for
the Tuamotus, an archipelago of coral atolls between the Marquesas and the
Society Islands of French Polynesia. Unfortunately, the length of time we spent
in Hiva Oa did not permit much time exploring the sparsely populated islands,
so we picked Rangiroa, on of the more northerly atolls and the second largest
in the world, and set our course.
Arrival had to be planned to coincide with slack tide, since the two
navigable passes turn into a fury when the tide is running through, so in the
end we slowed down, and entered Tiputa Pass at 7 a.m. after a 5-day uneventful
sail. Our timing missed the high tide, but we entered the lagoon after
struggling against the outflow.
The lagoon was
beautiful with clear turquoise water, and we anchored in a bay with
approximately 20 other sailboats, seven of which were Canadian!, We launched
the dinghy and went into town to report to the Gendarme, the local police.
After walking through the village’s few stores, we were offered a ride by a local
lady. She explained our surroundings as we drove. She waited for us at the Gendarmarie,
then completed the tour with a drive through the next village, pointing out
important features. She drove us back into our starting point. Very nice!
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The Chez Lilly restaurant in Rangiroa. |
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Hotel beside the anchorage in Rangiroa's lagoon |
The next day we
arranged a tour of the Paul Gaugin Pearl Farm, and were picked up by their free
shuttle at the dock. Our guide explained how oysters are raised, how the pearls
are developed. Now we know why pearls are so expensive. The beautiful black pearls of Rangiroa are
out of our cruising budget.
In the
afternoon, we visited a nearby snorkelling hot spot called “the Aquarium”.
Clear water protected from winds by a small motu, teaming with fish in a
beautiful coral and white sand setting. It’s easy to lose track of time,
swimming after this fish, and seeing what may be hiding behind a coral, or in a
hole…. But it was time to go. Lift the
dinghy and prepare to sail the short one and a half days to Tahiti.
Papeete, the capital
of French Polynesia, located on the northwest coast of Tahiti, is the hub of
the south Pacific islands. From flights, to ships to shopping, and sailors,
everything comes to Papeete, so if you need anything, you can find it here.
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I finally caught a tuna, just north of Tahiti! |
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Karen enjoying a glass of wine after we anchored behind Pointe Venus in Tahiti |
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The southern swell was breaking on the reef on our approach to Marina Taina. |