NEARLY THERE

2 April 2013

The doddery duo are feet up in the cockpit (you need feet up to stop fall off your seat) pondering the great nothingness of the unceasing rise and fall of the waves of the Pacific Ocean and life in general.

'Hey Jen?'
'Yes, Dave?'
'We had better get some things done soon you know.'
''Cos we are getting to Hiva Oa soon?'
'Yup.'
' Well, we could do some gardening.'
'You mean get rid of the things growing on the back of the boat at the water line?'
'Well, I know they are pretty, all that lovely green frondy stuff and those cockle things poking out of their shells. I am sure I have seen those cockle things for sale to eat, you know. And then there is the rockery around them.'
'It does look a bit naff, I guess. Maybe we could lean over and scrape them off and then we would look a bit more professional.'
'We could, Dave. Let's think about it, it is a bit hot at present.'

So maybe the garden will be sorted - maybe not!

The duo need to find a shop that sells mugs of the drinking variety as Dave has had a smashing time of it lately. Problem is he reckons his tea only tastes good in a fine china mug - and these all fall over and run around the galley as they are too top heavy to stay on the non-slip mats. So he has had to resort to Jen's coffee mugs of a more substantial and balanced design. So the hunt will be on for the perfect tea drinking device.

'Hey Dave?'
'Yes, Jen?'
'Concern has been expressed we might miss these teeny tiny bits of land in the middle of the largest ocean in the world.'
'Oh dear, they must not know we have a map.'
'I know Dave, and if they could see the beautiful colouring in I did they would not be worried.'
'But they will be perplexed as to what you have coloured in.'
'The charts, silly. The ones that we have are all greyscale and it was hard to tell the land from the sea among all the squiggles. So now they are all marked up in the traditional way. Mind you these islands are a bit on the weeny side, but the trusty GPS seems to be getting us there.'
'Well, Jen, we should know by tomorrow afternoon.' 

170 miles to go....

Hiva Oa, a speck in the Pacific Ocean....