Sunday, January 29, 2017
Mark had high hopes to not run a motor the entire 28-hour trip, but within the first few hours, we were bobbing along with flapping sails at less than 2 knots. Where was that 12-18 knots? Motors ran for 8 hours total on and off and the sails went up and down during a squally night.
By 9 a.m. on the first day out, Mark realized that our fishing lines had been tangling for the past 2 hours. They were a twisted, knotted mess! We figured out a detangling strategy and took turns unspinning and re-winding the line on two had reels. It was a tedious task, but doable given the light weather (I couldn’t imagine sitting there examining knots in rough seas! Makes me ill just thinking about it!)
Finally, at about 2 in the afternoon, we got to a knot that was impossible to untwist and untangle. We had to cut and splice the fishing line, but Mark was glad to have saved the amount of line we did after his initial, less hopeful assessment. It kept us all busy and distracted, though. Even provided a few laughs seeing who could think up the best techniques. At one point, Elizabeth was lying face-up on the floor, making one spool orbit the other. Who needs iPads and movies when you’ve got tangled fishing lines to entertain you?
When we were an hour away from the entrance to Nnendo, a strong squall came across us bringing a torrential downpour that forcibly rinsed any saltwater off the decks and revealed a leaky hatch in the salon that would need to be fixed. It also brought a cool breeze that filled the sails and had us broad reaching at 120 degrees and speeding along the flat water at 8 knots. Not all storms are bad news…
There are two entrances to Graciosa Bay - one narrow pass on the southwest side between Mola Island and the mainland, and the wide mouth of the bay on the north side. It’s always a tricky decision to make whether to navigate the pass or take the long way to the easy entrance. Many factors are in play now that we are in a very remote area. Fuel is a precious commodity, especially since winds here at this time of year tend to be light to non-existent. Motoring around to the top would be using fuel unnecessarily, perhaps. On the other hand, tide and current tables aren’t very accurate for this region, and we’ve never been through this southern pass before. Would the current be with us or against us? How strong would it be? Mark looked at the satellite images, and traced a clear path onto the chart plotter, but we’d need good lighting and with these squalls coming through, there are no guarantees of that.
I sit idling, still not confident in my decision. I know what Mark would do. I don’t want to be a wimp about it. Matt breaks my contemplative silence with a call on the VHF.
“We’re going through the pass. These clouds aren’t moving, and it looks good from here.”
“Okay. You go first, and I’ll follow you in!”
What a sheep I am! I turn the wheel back toward the entrance and say a prayer.
“Light is good. Reefs are easily visible and there’s plenty of room. We’ve got 1 knot with us now, “ Matt updates from the pass.
I get Mark up, and tell him we’re going through and I need him on reef watch at the bow. I know my indecision tests his patience, but thankfully he doesn’t complain.
Matt gives another report. “No problem. Just leave the anchored boat to starboard and it’s wide open.”
The clouds loom over the nearby shore, threatening to block the sun, but they never do. We glide between the visible reef walls on either side of us, around the anchored boat, and out into the choppy water where the current meets the calm water of the bay. It sure was nice to have someone go first, though!
I relish the calm waters of the protected bay and the idea of entering yet another new country. What will this season be like? What adventures and challenges will it bring? What will the Solomon Islands teach us?
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Monday, January 16, 2017
From Havana, we sailed straight up to the Maskelynes, trying to pass Kerry and Damian on Sel Citron early in the morning to get a head start. Diana and Graham were already in Lutes and we decided to join the pack once again to explore the clam sanctuary and participate in the Vanuatu Independence Day celebrations.
The entrance to the anchorage was a bit of a nail-biter with one section narrow and quite shallow (3 m) edged by reef. We used the satellite images to plot a course and also cross-referenced the course with the waypoints given in the guidebooks. Still, I stood up on the bow, keeping a lookout for hazards below and cringing as the crystal clear water made things look so close to the surface! Mark carefully monitored the depth sounder over the shallow bit, and we were fine. The opposite challenge awaited us in the deep, dark waters of the anchorage. And we took care to put out 5 to 1 scope in the 20+ meters, leaving plenty of swing room between us and the other boats.
Turns out, Sel Citron has beaten us there after all, having left at about the same time from an anchorage at the northern tip of Efate. Oh well, Mark had fun imagining us passing them and surprising them.
The big news in Lutes, though, was that only 3 weeks prior, a sandspit had risen up suddenly from the shallows. A new island had been pushed up from below by some sort of tectonic plate movement, and the owners of that portion of the reef were preparing to have a dedication and naming ceremony for this new piece of land. It was quite the event and somehow we all were invited as the honored guests - the first white men to set foot on the dry sand. The Ni-Vans sure do love any reason to create a full-on celebration!
|Ferry ride to new island.|
We anchored off the new island, where men were busy setting up a wooden sign adorned with tropical flowers. It read, “Niel Fat Sunburn Floating Beach” - a mouthful for such a small spit of land, but I’m sure there is significance… well, pretty sure. Niel is the family name of Joseph, it’s the ‘Fat Sunburn Floating Beach’ part that I’m not too sure about. Maybe in honor of all these fat, sunburned tourists that come to visit them here?? But no cruise ships come this way! And they can’t be talking about us, can they!?
|Island dedication ceremony|
|Graham the cartographer|
He keeps mentioning his hopes for how the village can use this island to attract visitors, thinking people will come from far and wide to see a piece of land that rose from the sea. Geologists, maybe, but I’m not sure the average Joe would deem this an eleventh wonder of the world. However, based on its location and makeup, it might prove to be a fantastic draw for wind kiters - flat water, sand from which to launch, and steady wind. I love his enthusiasm and foresight, again, a sign of the industrious spirit here.
|The ladies on the beach|
It was a carefully orchestrated ceremony, and I felt so honored to be invited to be part of it. The following day, Mark would come back with two dinghies full of villagers to take some drone footage. The people had never seen a drone before, and the kids especially went nuts about it - a mixture of awe and uncertainty. But when the adults saw the finished video on Mark’s laptop in the kava hut later that night, they were hooked. I think they must have played it 5 or 6 times! The elderly father shuffled up close to the screen, not believing what he was seeing. It was so fun to see their reactions! And of course, they insisted Mark bring it to the Independence Celebrations the next day to film the village.
|Village patriarch squinting to view new video|
|Kids padding outrigger to island|
|Enjoying the new beach|
New Island Video - Maskelyne Islands Vanuatu. from Mark Silversetin on Vimeo.
Vanuatu Independence Day Celebration from Mark Silversetin on Vimeo.
at 8:30 PM
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
A teacher from the village paraded us around and introduced us to some of her family members. She told us that her 8-year-old son was still up in the bush (and had been for two weeks) as part of his circumcision ceremony. Messengers had been running food from her to him, and sending news of his well being. I imagined what it would be like to send Michael up into the bush to fend for himself as he prepares to step into his manhood. Yikes. I’d be a wreck!
Among the huts, ladies sat weaving skirts and mats of brightly dyed pandanus leaves. The skirts would be worn at the upcoming circumcision ceremony, but for now, were hanging up to dry in an empty bamboo hut - a curtain of fusia, turquoise, and purple grass whispering in the dark.
Outside again, I looked at the heavily laden roof of the next door neighbor’s hut, a carefully placed pile of stiff-leaved fringe. It was all very primitive looking, except for the small solar panels that had been stuffed into the roof and a snakelike cord leading to a cell phone in need of a charge!
Mark took the opportunity to do a bit of drone footage of the bay, since a total of three Antares were in the same South Pacific anchorage - something I thought we would never see! Of course, the kids were enamored at the helicopter that buzzed above their heads, and Mark had an audience of curious onlookers. I love watching their excitement and complete awe - seeing something like this for the first time. Even some older men gathered in the wings, trying to get a glimpse without letting on how interested they actually were.
Throughout her visit, Mariellen had set up her own little sweat shop in the cockpit, busily sewing covers for various items with the new Sailrite sewing machine. (Thank you, Mariellen!! The covers are holding up great and we even got brave enough to make one for the paddle board, although it’s not nearly as precise as yours!) So, it was quite a sight to see two women sitting on the floor in the handiwork shop, sewing curtains for the school with a fancy old-fashioned manual sewing machine from China! We giggled together at how life is so similar everywhere in the world in so many ways, enjoying the connection we could share.
at 7:50 PM