Huahine the Hard Way

After beers and conversation with Tooria and Laurance we returned to Brio at about 4pm and decided the time and the weather were right to depart for Huahine, about 80 nm away. We were soon underway, motoring out of the pass when we heard the now too familiar sound of a belt slipping. This was quickly followed by the engine’s high temperature alarm going off. A quick look revealed the salt water pump belt was broken and the pump had seized. Not wanting to destroy the engine through overheating we unfurled the genoa and shut the engine down. There was a very light breeze, barely enough for steerage, so Ivan paddled with a dinghy oar while Louise steered us between the marks of the reef. It was not the perfect getaway from an island! We made it out the pass and away from the reef, but we were in the island’s wind shadow and unable to clear it. We wallowed about 5 miles offshore with little or no steerage for the next 8 ½ hours. Others who had left around the same time as us were reporting 15kts of wind and travelling at 6-7 kts. Even the half-moon had left us just after midnight; it was frustrating to say the least. We finally reached wind at about 2.30am, set the monitor to hold our course and started to feel like we were making progress.

Having been at anchor or docked for the past 4 weeks or so, we were both suffering from seasickness and so were looking forward to arriving at Huahine as quickly as possible. The clock was against us as we sailed towards Huahine; the closer we got, the lower the sun was in the sky. We knew it would be foolhardy to risk entering the coral pass without an engine and in the gusty headwinds we would encounter as we turned into the pass. We discussed our options: see if the water pump could be freed up so we could run the engine and enter the pass before nightfall or bypass Huahine and sail on to Raitea, another 24nm on, meaning another night at sea and slowing right down so as not to arrive in the dark. We preferred the former of the two options and Ivan set about removing the water pump, soaking the partially disassembled pump in hot water and working the pulley to and fro to free it. It seemed to work and he re-assembled and installed the pump with a new belt, finishing about an hour before sunset. Not sure whether the repair would hold up, we gunned the engine and motorsailed towards the southern pass (Passe Avapeihi) that would take us to the small anchorage off the town of Fare. All went well; we entered the pass at sunset and dropped the anchor behind the reef on dark. Suddenly we were both starving hungry, so we heated up some leftovers and turned the lights out at about 7pm for a good night’s sleep.

Outrigger fisherman

Early the next morning we re-anchored much closer to the town so it was an easier row in to the dock. It was a good anchor spot in about 4m of clear water and no coral heads to worry about. We spent the day relaxing and doing some boat chores, ending it at the waterfront café’s happy hour with lots of other cruiser folk.



Forget about thegood looker with the bike...check out the colours of the water!

We rented bikes for the day to explore Huahine. The island is only about 15 km in length and made up of two parts joined by a bridge. As with the other Society Islands we have seen, the main road mostly hugs the edge of the island where it is flat, with only a few roads going into the very hilly interior. We figure we did about 60 or 70 km to get around the island, including a torturous 15% incline (which was very fun on the descent). We were fascinated by the ancient stone fish traps put across the inlet in one place. They are apparently still used today. We also saw some giant ‘sacred’ eels in a river posing as a drain. Not sure why they are sacred. Maybe something to do with them being across the road from the Seventh Day Adventist church!



Fish trap in idyllic surrounds



Moving on to Moorea

Our replacement chartplotter and tillerpilot arrived on Wednesday so there should have been nothing holding us in Tahiti. We had however booked tickets to see the Heiva finalists on the Saturday night, so we stayed on in Tahiti for them. To make it easier to get to and from the Heiva, we motored Brio the 5 nm back up to the town quay from where we had been staying in the mooring field off Marina Taina. To do this one has to pass the airport and is required to radio the Port Captain requesting permission to go past. Presumably so one’s mast doesn’t tangle with the undercarriage of an ascending or descending plane. Both times we did this Louise used her best radio enunciation and listening ears, but still found the Port Captain’s instructions confusing. Suffice to say, both times we made it past the airport without connecting with a low-flying jet.

As with the previous Heiva performance we saw, this one was also spellbinding. The dance and singing troupes who performed were the winners of their categories, so they were the best of the best. The ‘singing sunflowers’ were back again! It rained a little during the show and a kindly woman in front of us held her very large umbrella so we could shelter under it. The rain didn’t stop the show though and even enhanced it as the rain slick stage area reflected the colours of the costumes wonderfully.

Before the Heiva we had Lindy and Michel aboard Brio for drinks. Lindy and Michel’s son, Lio, was in one of the Heiva groups and we had met him at a rehearsal. He is Tahitian, but has lived in the US for 12 years and is studying there. Lio had given us his and his mother’s phone number in case we needed any help while in Tahiti. We actually rang Lindy, not for help, but to find out if Lio had made it into the finals. Lindy was one proud Mum of her boy who was just now starting to show an interest in his culture. Michel is a politician with the Independence Party that is currently in power. While we weren’t able to spend long with them it was great to meet them and learn a little more about the French Polynesian culture and Franco/Polynesian politics.

What Ivan would look like if he was in the Heiva

The next day, Sunday, we readied to sail to Huahine Island, approx 100 nautical miles away, so an overnight sail. By the time we got away it was well into the afternoon and with little wind we motored, deciding to go the few hours across to Moorea and stay the night there before continuing on to Huahine. As we entered the pass to Opunohu Bay, Moorea, the wind picked up, rain started to fall and the light was fading. We dropped the anchor among about 15 other yachts, not far from where we had stayed when on Water Musick for the Pacific Puddle Jumpers weekend. We spent the next 3 days at anchor due to there being big seas and winds outside the island. Much nicer to wait for some settled weather. It also gave us a chance to explore Moorea and do some ‘must do’s’. The main ‘must do’ was a trip to feed the rays. James and Sophie on Paramour III kindly offered us a lift in their dinghy as it was too far for us to row (our dinghy outboard is kaput). There is a certain ambivalence in feeding the rays: it’s nice to feed them so they come up close and brush their soft bodies by you, hanging around like a dog waiting for pat, but they are becoming more and more habituated to humans feeding them, so ultimately it is not good for them. I had to cast my biological morals aside as we offered the rays tinned sardines. While they would come up to us for sardines, anyone who offered them fresh fish pieces was soon surrounded by frenzied rays. It was quite an experience watching them and the black-tipped sharks that hung around the edges.

Ray whisperers

The next day we did the ‘Three Coconuts Walk’. We hitched a ride with a local woman, Tooria, who dropped us not too far from the start of the walk. She was an interesting and articulate woman, keen to give us her view of the French/Polynesian political situation, and insisted on our return we drop into her place for a beer. Was it not hot and are we not Australian?! Of course we said we would drop in! Three Coconuts Walk was a shaded path winding up the mountain through enormous and vibrant green ferns, huge mape trees, a forest of bamboo big enough to use as scaffolding and across a creek. The 1½ hr walk ended on a ridge where we could see one side down to the bay where we had left Brio and on the other side another bay. After baguettes for lunch we walked back down to the start of the track and hitched a lift back to Tooria’s house, recognising it by the blue pareo (sarong) she said she would leave on the hedge.

aiming for that on the 3 coconuts walk

Louise checks out the bamboo

Mape trees

Tooria introduced us to her husband Laurance, an art dealer. Laurance only spends 3 months of the year in Moorea, their home base, while the rest of the year he is either in Paris or New York for work. The sort of art that Laurance deals in has names like Picasso, Matisse and Gaugin attached to it! We spent a lovely couple of hours in Tooria and Laurance’s beautiful waterfront home, covering all sorts of topics, including the fact that Tooria’s first husband was good friends with famous sailors such as Bernard Moitessier and Eric Tabarly. For those of you who hero worship him, Ivan and I can now say we have met someone who washed Moitessier’s underpants!

As with meeting Lindy and Michel, we felt very lucky to have met Tooria and Laurance; to have spent time with ‘real’ people who live here and gain a further insight to life in French Polynesia. It’s not all coconut milk and hibiscus…..many people are feeling the pinch of constantly increasing prices and unemployment.

Still in Tahiti

More than 3 weeks since we arrived in Tahiti and we are still here. Although it is a lovely island and we have been having a great time, we never intended to stay this long. What has been holding us here is the expectation of our replacement chartplotter and tillerpilot arriving from America. It all sounded so positive when we arranged it with Tuckker, our friend and manager of a West Marine store in Florida: 3-5 days delivery to us. Seems things slow down once they hit Tahiti though. We have now engaged an agent to try to track the package down for us and if we don’t have it by the end of this week, we will press on into the Pacific without it. Paper charts and hand steering all the way!

We have moved from the town quay to a mooring field off Marina Taina, about 5nm from the centre of Papeete. Like little chickens coming home to roost, many of the friends we have made along the way are also here. Once again we are being social butterflies, meeting people we have only known previously by their voice on the radio; marvelling at couples who live aboard boats smaller than Brio. For about a week now it has been blowing 25-30kts all around the area, but not in our very calm mooring field. So, although we are ‘stuck’ here, we are also glad to be here and not trying to sail in such wind.

Apart from dealing with our postal administrivia, we have been making the most of our time here. We took a day trip around the island by car with another couple. Compared to the islands of the Marquesas and Tuomotus, Tahiti is very built up and busy. Most of the population lives on the coast, but there are a few roads that follow valleys inland. Turning in from the coast, one gazes skyward at steep, green pinnacles with their tops covered in cloud.

Papeno'o Valley

We went into town one evening to watch a performance of the Heiva competition. We saw 3 dance troupes and 2 singing groups. It was an amazing spectacle: about a hundred people dancing on stage at any one time, dressed in the most exquisite costumes, with drumming and other musical accompaniment. The singing groups are not quite as spectacular and the dancers and the locals in the audience show it by leaving their seat to go outside while the singers perform and then returning for the next dance! I found the singers a bit mesmeric actually as the song is quite repetitive and the group sways as it sings. One group dressed in bright yellow looked like a bunch of sunflowers swaying in the breeze!

Blurry, but amazing

We visited the Musee de Tahiti which has a good display of artefacts from the area. While there we found out about the traditional games they were holding there on the weekend. We went along last Sunday, easily hitching a ride there as the public transport system here is not good. Local people seem quite used to picking up hitch hikers and delivering them exactly to their destination. The traditional games were fun to watch, especially the javelin tossing. Not like we are used to seeing: these javelins are aimed at a coconut positioned on top of a pole some 9 metres high. All the competitors throw at once and they are all kitted out in colourful team outfits (bien sur!).

Above & Below: images from the traditional games