Jul 14th 2013 Port Vila, Vanuata
‘Hey, Jen!’
‘Yes, Dave?’
‘Jen, you can’t say that was a terrible passage!’
‘But it was!!!’
‘It was very uncomfortable, but nothing went wrong or
broke!’
‘It was more than uncomfortable Dave, it was
horrrrrrrriiiiiiidddddd!!!!!’
‘I know, it was horrid for me too. Never read so many books
in one go’.
‘Do you know we could not get into the cockpit for five
whole days except to dice with death to put the engine on for battery
charging?’
‘Never again. It was all New Zealand’s fault starting that
weather system that squeezed our bit of the wind up. Nasty Kiwis. Except for
Ninja Steve of course!’
‘Isn’t it nice to be sort of still again. And getting
stiffer by the minute!’.
So the undaunted duo are now safely sitting on the sturdy
anchor in the harbour at Port Vila waiting for the quarantine man to let them
go ashore. We have managed to find most of the escaped rice from under the
cooker, which looked like maggots gone wrong, swept up the worst of the stray
odds and ends, ready for inspection. I can vouch that we have no pets (sob,
sob) apart from Dave, no meat except in tins and fruit and veg or live plants.
We then go ashore for the customs and immigration bit – that will get rid of
the rest of the day at this rate.
The last week was not the nicest at all – the seas were high
and confused, more like the southern ocean than the pacific, grey with
spindrift off the tops. The boat however is immensely strong – which is why we
got steel instead of plastic. The slamming we got and the water over the decks
would have daunted a lot of lighter ones. The best we could do was keep an eye
on the course, and sit tight in our bunks as best we could. The other thing
hard to describe is the noise of crashing waves and crashing things. Every so often
there would be an extra lurch and a few extra things would fly around the
floor. But we only had one breakage and that was in the cupboard! We were safe
enough, just rocking and rolling more than we wanted to – no knitting possible
at all, and sewing far out of the question!!
Coming in was interesting as the wind got up even more and
we pounded in under trysail and engine alone . The harbour here has a large bay
to cross before you get to the inner anchorage and thankfully things died down
a bit and we were able to find our way to the quarantine area and anchor just
before the light failed. The day had been as grey as grey and heavy with cloud,
seas grey and high as well. Today it is grey and raining – so much for the
tropical paradise the old man promised!