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We spent a night and a day in a bay on the island of
Tahuata and then sailed all night to Ua Pou |
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This picture doesn't do justice to the twisted rock
formations on the southern end of the island
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Wow! Erik could hardly lift this Wahoo and was not
delighted that I was taking a picture rather than helping land it |
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Proud Fisherman |
It just fitted diagonally across the cockpit measuring
160cm long |
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We had hardly recovered from the excitement of
catching the Wahoo when a
huge pod of dolphins came along to play, including this mother and baby |
Three dolphins in one long ripple |
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Finally managed to get a photo as one surfaced! The
camera is full of 'not quite a dolphin' pictures |
The new jetty at Hakahetau with the amazing skyline
behind |
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Holler, the son of the retired school master who
invited us back to their house for lunch. The Marquisians are renowned,
even amongst other Polynesians for their tattoos |
Holler ( Marquisian name Teikivaehee meaning slippery
feet ) cooking breadfruit. |
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Grandfather's house with tiki carvings.
Traditionally children are named and brought up by the grandparents
leaving the parents free to get food |
Looking down from the house at Alga in splendid solitude in the bay
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The church in Hakaitau with an
altar carved from a whole tree stump complete with roots |
Twice a month the Aranui 3 comes with supplies from
Tahiti |
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The whole population seems to gather on the quayside
for the event |
and plays dodgems with trucks and forklifts |
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Distant view of all those volcanic peaks again as we sail
over to
NUKU HIVA |
