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DOMINO Powercat For SaleMajuro, Marshall IslandsJanuary 2018After a full season in Vanuatu and a short month in marvelous Kiribati, we are now cruising the Marshall Islands.  We are planning on returning to the US via Alaska in June.  Meanwhi…

Cruising Vanuatu

In the banks Islands, dug-out canoes are the only way to fly!

December 19, 2017
DOMINO in Vanuatu

Weeks, months go by and we have been so involved with land life that I haven’t written much.  Already, we are in the Marshall Islands, out of Vanuatu (New Hebrides), out of Kiribati (Gilbert Islands), and I have so much to write about these wonderful places,  starting with Vanuatu, South to North.

 I’ll let the pix do the talking… Once again, our granddaughter Zoe and friend Q joined us for 2 weeks, and there’s no greater pleasure than grandchildren on board.

A parrot fish peeks over a bit of coral

Snorkeling in Anathem Island, the southernmost of Vanuatu Islands, trying to shelter from strong westerlies, was a challenge. 
Breakfast on board, ready to go for a swim

At Anelghowhat, the tide was running strong and even my strong swimmers had a frisky time staying put in the current.  Clear water, though, but not much reef to see.  Over-visited by cruise ships!   

A lonely cowrie, not much else around
The northern anchorage at Anawamet was not much more sheltered, but we never found t
he turtles in the chop from 25Kts+ winds.  We had to console ourselves with a 20-lb pumpkin the villagers gifted us!
It may be blowin’ a stink, we’re off for a snork!
Soon, the westerlies abated and the SE trades returned.  It was time to head north to Tanna and its volcano.  Good thing we had waited!  The yachts anchored in Port Resolution for the past 3 days were covered in volcanic ash, quite a mess, as the westerlies had swept the plume right above the anchorage.
The Old Man is spweing
The Tanna Volcano, Mt. Yasur —or the “Old Man”—  is, I believe, one of only 2 active volcanoes in the world were you can walk the rim.  It’s a spectacular experience that our girls will not soon forget.  Not free, however, by a long shot: cruisers, beware!  If Northern Vanuatu is poor, it’s not so in Tanna where the tourist trade is swift.


An overnight stop at Erromango’s north shore, in a tiny enclave of black sand, introduced our girls to the purplish-blue of black-sand bottom anchorages… and a white tip reef shark, while DOMINO stood still in this volcanic crater.

flower market boon

Efate Island, home of Port Vila, the capital, had a few surprises for our girls.











The Mele Cascades saw us all gliding down waterfalls and swimming in calm pools like happy fish.

 The Blue Hole saw the girls play Jane-of-the-jungle, swinging from vines into cerulean-blue pools.


The turtle farm elicited oohs and aaah and awes, as the girls handled baby turtles, fed big turtles and got introduced to coconut crab.
Then, we were off to Havana Harbor, NW of Port Vila, where the main activity is to scavenge for WWII glass.  At the end of the war, the Americans scuttled all their ships all over Vanuatu, and you can find treasures on the beach: Coca Cola bottle glass, Australian beer bottle glass, airplane and submarine tempered windshield glass… I was lucky to find a few treasures!

Whales are always a welcome sight
As quickly as they had arrived, the girls had vanished, a breath of fresh air in our life.  
… and turtles are fun to swim with

Off to Epi Island and Lamen Bay, the very best spot to swim with dozens of turtles and a couple of manatees.  to the NE of the bay, the coral garden is vast and the water is clear, well worth a look.

Manatees, big sea cows, are really gentle and gregarious
In Malekula, Crab Bay is worth a stop.  The only reserve we’ve encountered, it’s a good spot to snorkel with turtles on the NW end, and big parrot fish on the NE end.
Not the same story in Vao.  15*54.101S, 167*18.167E – A beautiful sand spit, french village ashore, dead reef.  Still, a pretty overnight stop.

The Blue Hole in Espiritu Santo
Next Island: Espiritu Santo.  

Our first stop at Oyster Island / Petersen bay was a good choice in bad weather.  This is possibly the only hurricane hole in Vanuatu.  We anchored in the outer lagoon and waited for high water to cross into the inner lagoon.  Just enough water, and the waypoints on the Rocket Guide were spot on.


From that anchorage, it was a short and magical dinghy ride upriver where, for a $10 fee (or trade for a soccer ball) we enjoyed the splendid Blue Hole.


Still traveling north, we made it to the famed “Champagne Beach,” anchoring in Lonock Bay.  Now, you tell me!  Where do you even have to pay to walk on a public beach?  We landed the kayaks on Champagne Beach and the keeper asked us to pay to walk on the beach.  We left, of course, then found out that she had no right to do so.  Instead, we landed at the inn in Lonock Bay and celebrated Fathers Day with a couple fruit drinks.  Yes, another lovely stop.

In Ambae, we were lucky to arrive a few weeks before the volcano decided to rumble and the entire 11,000 population had to be evacuated.  Lolowai Bay is quite spectacular, another volcanic crater, totally protected.  One night, and we were off.
Totally protected from the sea, Lolowai Bay, a volacnic crater

Across the channel, due East of Ambae, lies Maewo and the lovely bay at Ansavari.  15*22.590S, 168*07.920E – This is a lovely bay.  We anchored by the roaring waterfall and —I should have known better— accepted our guide’s invitation to scale the waterfall and go spearfishing fresh water shrimps. 

Water taro terraces cling to the hill, way above the bay.
A thin bamboo stick and a rubber band, 8 waterfall pools and 3 hours later, we had scaled the waterfall and had netted 2 shrimps each.  Thankfully, our guide had the other 50 promised prawns and we had a great dinner, still charmed by the powerful pull of the earth, water and energy that flow freely in these magical islands.  

JP holds the bag and happily lets our guide spear a few prawns.
To the south and east of the bay, the snorkeling is good.  Ancient, very ancient coral stands the test of time.  

Every day, I had to dive these ancient corals, so unlike any other I had seen in the Pacific

Reminiscent of the ancient coral we had seen in Guanaja (Honduras) this is definitely a place to explore, its trenches, caves, mounds and crevices.  


Off to the Bank Islands, starting with Gaua (Santa Maria). 14*18.801S, 167*25.897E  The little anchorage of Kwetevut is a good overnight stop before attempting to enter LosaLava in the north, an anchorage that needs excellent lighting to enter.  No sooner had we dropped anchor than the chief was visiting us in his canoe, a tradition common to all the Banks Islands.  We soon found out that the Banks had been ravaged by Cyclone Donna the prior month.  A Cat. IV cyclone wrecks havoc in these islands, mostly on the gardens, destroying crops, twist vines, felling all coconuts, and soon there is nothing to eat.  Even the fish gets displaced.    Sadly, we had not even a fish to gift the village.

As soon as we drop anchor, the locals come to visit
Losa Lava was our next destination. 14*12.482S, 167*34.185E –  

Entering Losa Lava, not too hard, but can be tricky in low light and high wind.

This is a good stop, but beware the guide’s tours offerings!  JP fell for the trick to the active volcano surrounded by a lake and waterfall.  It sounded good, “easy” 3-hour round trip.  My hero returned after a 5-hour hike to “the limit of his ability” and really unsafe, still in one piece, but scratched by undergrowth and bush, scratches soon to become majorly infected and turned into a 3-week staph infection nightmare.  We also booked a trip to the waterfall on the west side, but after 30 minutes of dinghy in 27Kts, blinded and soaked, we turned around.  When the locals tell you “Easy” and “Piece of Cake” and “2-3 hour trip,” understand BRUTAL!!!!
He may be deaf and mute, but our friend is the best communicator ever! 
With mimes and gestures, he had us laughing so hard! 
We could not refuse his prize for entertaining us: JP’s sunglasses!!!

Next?  Ureparapara, the most magical island, village, and people on earth!
Have you hugged your wahoo today?
Until then,

dominomarie

Ambryn

“This is Your Yam.”Port Vila, VanuatuOctober 14, 2013″This is your Yam – Ambryn.”  Words spoken to Capt. Cook by the Ambryn chief during his visit.  Of course, Ambryn is famous for its twin active volcanoes, and it truly is an island deeply c…

MASKELYNES Canoe Festival


MASKELYNES Canoe Festival

July 2017 – Uliveo, Vanuatu

At the southeast point of Malakula Island is a small archipelago: The Maskalynes.  It’s a small group of tiny islands, some lined with mangroves, others fringed with reefs and white sand beaches, and we thought we’d check them out.  Our first visit took us to Awai, a cul-de-sac anchorage closed by a reef that looked really quiet and peaceful.  It was.


AWAI – 16*32.031S – 167*46.167E – The reef around the anchorage isn’t much, shallow and rather beat up, and every day the villagers walk the reef at low tide to gather what they can: small octopi, shells, tiny fish that they trap in their nets. 

Awai’s sandy beach
Grass beds are quite healthy and this is turtle and dugong (manatee) territory.

Women going to the gardens
The locals greeted us warmly.  All day, we watched women paddling by on their dugouts, traveling from nearby Uliveo to the mainland of Malakula where the fertile land yields splendid crops of island cabbage (a kind of spinach,) root vegetables (water taro, yam, cassava) and of course coconut.

Man on his way to the gardens
Let’s not forget the “flying foxes,” or giant fruit bats that fly overhead!  If you have a gun on board, the locals will take you hunting.  Yes, they are excellent to eat.  Although the locals just roast them, we prefer them in civet (marinated in red wine) or paté.


When a long boat stopped by to invite us to go anchor at Uliveo, we thought well, OK, we’ll go there next.


ULIVEO – 16*31.913S – 167*49.793E – Our first encounter in Uliveo was a nightmare.  As soon as we dropped anchor in front of Sangalai village we were hailed on VHF by Stewart, the self-declared yacht club and guide.  Did we need a guide? Should we want to eat ashore? Visit the island? Snorkel with a guide?  Nope, we didn’t think so.  All we wanted was permission to snorkel along the reef.  Permission granted, anywhere we wished.  And so we dropped in the water and snorkeled the east side of the reef. 

Peskarus landing from the inside anchorage, not reachable at low tide
As we returned, we were confronted by (as I call him) Chief Mad Dog from Peskarus village who decreed that we had violated the custom law by snorkeling the reef and we had just been assessed a 15,000 Vatus ($150) fine.  

Now, why did Stewart say we could snorkel?
I lost it.  After 2 hours of heated argument, with Stewart trying to swallow his mistake under the blows of Chief Mad Dog’s insults, while I responded with not-so-ladylike language to the threats of impounding our dinghy and our powercat, JP managed to calmly bring the fine down to 1,500 Vatus ($15) which we paid quite reluctantly.  Chief Mad Dog returned to his village with money in his pocket and my evil eye following him… something was fishy.  We left at dawn.


CANOE RACE FESTIVAL –
When a month later our buddy boat “Blue Bie” announced they were returning to Uliveo for the Canoe Race Festival, I was not enthused, but JP managed to convince me it could be fun.  So, we returned and landed the dinghy at Peskarus.  No sooner were we on land that Chef Mad Dog was passing me a letter asking for a donation for his Independence Day Festivity Committee.  Was he kidding me?  

Kit is the man!

Meanwhile, JP had met Kit, and Kit had a crazy idea: bring DOMINO around to the east side of Peskarus to anchor in the lagoon, a much quieter and pleasant anchorage than in front of Sangalai.  This was yet another example of village rivalry.  All the yachts anchor in front of Sangalai, but none has ever enter the shallow and narrow pass into the Peskarus lagoon.  Kit looked at DOMINO and knew we could do it.  After sounding the pass with the dinghy, JP agreed: at high tide on neap tide, DOMINO would make it.  Right now!



It was a mad dash to race the tide, but Kit had us on schedule and on track.  One hour after high tide, we threaded the narrow pass, with barely 50 cm under the hulls (we draught 1.20m) and a few inches on each side (7 meter wide.)  Under the delirious applause of the entire village, we dropped the hook in this splendid lagoon, the 1st yacht ever to do so.  JP was suddenly the hero, the “Mensch” who had proven that Peskarus was a desirable anchorage.  


The lagoon is an idyllic anchorage… if only boats could get in!

That was before Philip on “Blue Bie” shot us an SMS to remind us to watch out for the tide.  In 3 days, the tide amplitude would be 40cm less and we would be stuck in the lagoon until neap tide.  With regret, we left the next morning at high tide, with only 30 cm clearance. That was too tight for comfort.  

Paddling is at the center of the villagers’ lives

We spent the next two days feasting with this village that turned out to be amazingly friendly.  We soon found out that there was a new chief, that Chief Mad Dog had been disciplined for his poor behavior (and embezzling some of the village’s funds) and relieved of his official responsibilities.  We never saw him that weekend.

Our reception committee

What we saw was a village working hard to improve their destiny.  The fisheries’ representative, John, showed us how his task force removed over 800 Crown of Thorns (Acanthasters) from the reef
Canoe making: 1st, fell a breadfruit tree

All of us 12 cruisers were treated with the utmost courtesy, from paddling us to a reception line, flower leis, welcome speech and 2 days of activities: canoe races (“2 blacks 1 white crew”), visit of the soap factory, reef preservation education, canoe building, weaving, kava tasting, singing and dancing.  

Then, give it a gross shape

The women cooked splendid meals of fish and lobster, and the men roasted a pig for our last evening.  

Then, drag it to shore

JP took to the festivities as a fish to water, cheered by the villagers and hailed as “The Man” as he joined in the dances and led all in “Hip-Hip_Puray” and laughter.




The new chief— a retired teacher— impressed us with his organization and vision, his plans for bettering the economic future of his community.  As we left, he had filled out a request for a Peace Corps volunteer and garnered donations toward the projects at the top of his list: a hot air dryer for the island’s copra cooperative and enough money to dynamite a widening in the pass (he already got the OK from the Ministry of Environment.)

The village’s deaf-mute is the only one who knows the secrets of sand drawing

 It was a privilege to be part of this festival, a celebration of the canoe without which the Meskaline islanders could not survive.


Sharing a light moment with the kids as they teach me to weave palms into balls.
Off to another island,


Until then


dominomarie

Pentecost Island – 1-2-3 Jump!

Pentecost Island (Vanuatu) – June 2nd, 2017.

This was the stuff DISCOVERY Channel and National Geographic crave: Land Diving on Pentecost Island.  One of the world’s few remaining rites of passage, Land Diving is becoming a tourist attraction that we were more than willing to pay $70 p/pers. to watch.  This is, even in Vanuatu, a rare and special event, and we rushed from Port Vila to the village of Wali on the west coast of Pentecost to catch the last of it.

This is the original bungee jumping
You see, land diving only happens at yam harvest season, when the vines that tie the divers’ feet are still moist and flexible, a short season in April-May.  When June comes and the dry season starts, the vines are deemed too dry and brittle, a danger to the divers.  Thus, land diving only happens for a short 6 to 8-week period each year.  


This is an event specific to Pentecost Island.  Nowhere else in Vanuatu is it performed.  A one time, it was a rite of passage required of each young boy.  It is now a voluntary act; no young boy is forced to jump.  Yet, the young boys we spoke with consider it a proof of manhood, to the horror of their mothers who dare not watch.

Each jumper has his own landing style: shoulder sideways, upper back roll, chest flat.

Pentecost is one of the few islands where traditional villages still exist, primarily on the east coast.  


A branch, a stick, and 2 tuna cans do the job: perfect trolley!
There, the locals must wear the traditional attire: waist girdle and penis sheath for men, grass skirts for women.  They live in traditional palm huts, fish from traditional canoes, and subsist on their own farming of pig, cows, chicken and—of course— yam.

Reception committee

Yam harvest is a big deal in Vanuatu and is the cause of much celebration and festivals.  We joined a few, starting with land diving.



** Note –  We have been using the Rocket Guide to Vanuatu for all our waypoints and have found them spot on.  http://www.rocket-guide-vanuatu.com/


Shortly after we anchored by the black-rock and sand beach between Lonwe and Wali (15*54.519S – 168*11.194E) we discovered the vagaries of village politics.  Lonwe to the north is catholic and French-speaking; Wali to the south is Protestant and English-speaking, the division a remnant of colonization days when the New Hebrides were French, then British.  
The French-speaking villagers were about to feast with chicken… that will be for another day.

Our friend Philip (s/v “Blue Bie”) had negotiated a show with the French village and at the appointed time, our 4 yachts disembarked to be lead to the French village.  But STOP!!! The chief from the southern village showed up, telling us that the minister of tourism for the region was bringing tourists from Port Vila and had ordered the jump moved from the French to the English village.  After much argument, the French-speaking villagers bowed out and we were led to the southern village.  This was our 1st of many frustrating experiences of village politics.

The elder makes sure that everything is done right.

In the end, a dozen of us tourists were led to the giant jumping tower.  To be sure, there is only one man in charge of the tower, its woods, its detachable platforms, the long “lianas” that tether the jumper to the base, and the grass that tie the jumper’s feet.  If the man decrees that the vines are too dry, no argument.



While the jumpers get ready, a choir of men, boys and women sway and sing to encourage all participants

Another successful landing

Each man has a job.  One is in charge of the landing platform, a plot of soft soil on a sharp slope, that he constantly cleans of debris and tills to maximum softness.  This man also takes care of the jumper upon landing, helps him up and releases him from the tethers.

First jump ever!

Two other men are in charge of helping the divers onto the tower, tethering them and setting up the jumps, as well as removing the platforms after the jumps.


The young boys, as young as 8 years old, jump first, from the tower’s lower levels.  The first-time jumper was cheered on by a chorus of men, boys and women, singing and chirping him unto action.  Mama was closing her eyes.  But the jump was a success and the boy swelled up with pride.

The top man!

Adult men jumped from higher and higher, until the top jumper launched himself from the top of the 30-meter tower, pumped up by chants and bird chirping.  yes, he could definitely fly!  


While this show was presented on the west coast village, most jumpers and dancers had come from the traditional villages on the east coast.  




The “crack” sound that can be heard near the end of the jump is the proof of a functioning shock-absorbing system.  Each launching platform is mounted on a few sticks.  When the jumper reaches the end of his fall the vine tenses up and pulls on the platform, breaking the support sticks, therefore allowing a bit of a stretch and shock absorbing to soften the fall.

It was, indeed, a privilege to be accepted into the village and to share in the ceremony.  

Back landing… stylish!

Later, the young boy’s mother sold us coffee and bread, just to make a few Vatus so she could send her boy to school.  No, secondary education is not free in Vanuatu and we were happy to spend a bit of $ to help her out.  Yes, her son had jumped but the money definitely didn’t go to him.
Successful 1st jump… proud boy!

WATERFALL BAY – 15*47.310S – 168*09.691E 
–  A few weeks later, we anchored overnight in this beautiful bay, one of the many where waterfalls drop straight into the sea.  Another nice anchorage!

Till the next one…

dominomarie

Into Vanuatu

Into Vanuatu

Port Vila, June 1, 2017

Arriving Port Vila at sunrise.

Patience has its rewards.  For five weeks, we waited for a weather window to leave New Zealand, and suddenly it was there.  On the tail of a low, we rode the southerlies for 1,100 NM.  Fair winds and following seas for 4 days!

Running away from the storms

We hadn’t made a passage in so long I had forgotten the drills.  I have found that my focus has changed over the years.

Are we getting old or just simplifying our life?  Provisioning is not so important anymore: we find our staples of rice, beans, pasta and flour anywhere.  Fresh produce can be found anywhere, especially since we insist on eating locally-grown foods.  As for meat, we don’t really eat any (unless it’s fresh and locally-grown).  Eggs and fish are plentiful anywhere we cruise.  So, unlike our previous passages when all the lockers were overfilled with stuff: crackers, snacks, staples, this time the lockers are almost empty.  It’s weird how, over 7 years of cruising, we have down-sized our pantry and gone almost vegan.  As for booze, since we now drink only occasionally, the wine cellar is virtually empty.  Life is simpler that way.

Fishing is a main activity on board.  This short bill spearfish is an exception… released

Rather, JP has concentrated on making the boat ever simpler to run,  more efficient, and asking less of me.



Anchoring – JP had wanted to modify the anchoring system for years.  Finally, he did it.  With the  previous configuration, the bow rollers being way inside the bows and high on the foredeck, dropping anchor in any kind of strong wind was a challenge.  By the time JP would let out enough chain, the cat would be across the wind and I would have to race in order to clip the bridle before the chain would graze against the bow… scraped the paint many times that way.

Fabricating 2 steel extensions – Lower launching point, more forward, and a smooth-grooved acetal roller.

The modification consists in a massive extension of the bow roller, bringing the launching  point lower and more forward, with an acetal roller lathed in a smooth depression rather than a chain-gripping groove.  The chain no longer grazes the bow as the cat turns across the wind, giving me more time to clip the bridle on.  Also, the smooth groove of the acetal roller allows the anchor shaft to roll itself in the right position for storage, instead of the chain being stuck in the groove.  Makes sense?  My life has suddenly improved, and the anchoring can now be single-handled.

Nasty, nasty exhaust stains… and hard to clean
Exhaust –  If you buy a motor boat, make sure that the exhaust is below water.  Sure, it’s a bit noisier, but no soot or smoke.  I was so tired of having to clean the hulls aft of the exhaust every time we used the boat that I had mutinied.  JP had mercy on me and built an extension to the exhaust, directing the fumes outward.  There is still some black smoke stain after we run, but not nearly as much as before.  And, to minimize my cleaning duty around the exhaust, JP painted a big black teardrop.  

Not sure what to make of the tear drop, but definitely less smoke to clean


These are little things that make my life easier, which means it makes JP happier too!



Another big deal during this haul-out season was servicing our John Deere 6081 engines, including doing a valve adjustment.  We just found out during this last passage that this adjustment gave us a 20% increase in performance.  Now, at 1025 RPM, running at 10 Kts, we burn 4 GPH instead of 5.  A significant savings!

Some people look for the pot of gold… rainbow was chasing us and we didn’t want to be anywhere
close to the wind and rain at the end of that rainbow!
It only took us 4 days and 13 hours to run from Opua (NZ) to Port Vila (Vanuatu), an 1,112 NM trip.  After a bit of a rough start in cross seas (2m from the east, 1m from the west) that lasted almost 24 hours, the following 3 days were just a dream, following seas all the way.

Sunset off Tanna Island.  Perhaps the volcano smoke gave the sun this hazy red tinge?

We fished, ran before storm clouds and rainbows, drank blood-orange sunset and were surprised by glorious sunrises.

The market:  peanuts!
We are spending the season in Vanuatu, JP resting his brain and hands…. except for trying to catch more fish!

Baskets of yams and sweet potatoes

As for me, I spent the day lazing around the local market.  It runs 24/7, amazingly.

The fridge is stocked up, and we’re ready for some new adventures.

Even in the rain….

We’re off to Pentecost Island…

Till then.

dominomarie

Leaving New Zealand


Leaving New Zealand

Russell, May 25, 2017

It seems that leaving New Zealand is never easy.  It’s not just the great boating and fishing that hold us back; it’s not just the friendly Kiwis that tug at our friendship heartstrings;  it’s the weather, always the weather, that bars us from moving straight north to Vanuatu.

Under leaden skies and another gale warning, JP finds the way to catch dinner.
 
A year ago, we left NZ in the first half of May to hang out at Minerva Reef for a week.  This year, it’s been much harder to find a window, even a short 4-day window.  
Trying to dodge weather… not today!
The Kiwis say you should leave for the tropics before well into May, and it certainly is true this year.

In Whangarei, extra-tropical cyclone COOK brought us beautiful skies
For the last five weeks we’ve been waiting for a weather window.  Leaving New Zealand at this time of year is tricky.  The waters north of Fiji are still very warm (30c till last week) and are a caldron for spinning cyclones.  In five weeks, we’ve seen extra-tropical cyclone COOK, then DONNA (cat. 4) and ELLA (cat. 2).  These barrel down from the north and the space between NZ and the Tropics is no place to be.  

Cyclone from the north, ridges and troughs and all sorts of nasty things.
As if the end-of-summer cyclones are not enough to deal with, a train of early winter storms roll in from the Tasman sea and Australia.  The last two weeks have seen almost daily gale warnings for our area.  Again, not a time to be at sea.

More nasty weather and gales
In addition to the cyclones from the North and gales from the West, systems also roll in from the East, as the trade winds try to establish themselves.  Result?  We are pinned down in the Bay of Islands.  Last week, some 50 yachts were waiting to leave for Tonga, Fiji, Vanuatu, or New Caledonia.  About half of them have left.  Most have made it to their destinations, some in 40 knots of winds and 5-meter seas, really horrendous conditions.  Some have had to return: one broken autopilot,  one  dismasted, yet another one with dirty fuel -hence no engine, no power.  It’s been a horrendous beginning of season.  

Cold in the morning (1.3 celsius = 34F) may be pretty but it’s too cold for us!

 The Bay of Islands has seen us switch anchorages almost every day, as the wind shifts from NE, to NW to SW…

 so many sheltered spots, but few have cell phone reception, which means no Internet!

As much as we itch to move to warmer climate to avoid getting up with 1 to 10 celsius outside, we have been patient.  We agreed with the Island Cruising Association (ICA) leader in waiting it out and not jumping into a “dirty” weather window.  We have waited, sitting at anchor for a month.

Taking advantage of a sunny morning and low tide, JP and I go clamming.
Part of our passtime: looking at boats!







We managed to keep busy.  Fishing and scavenging?  Oysters, mussels, cockles, clams, scallops, red snappers and “kingfish” (yellowtail) have been part of our daily diet for the last few months.
M/Y “MARGUERITE”

Hiking?  The bay of Islands has impressive scenic hikes with stunning views.  The hills twitter with birds and the smell of Manuka bush in bloom permeates the air.

Manuka bloom
Koru, or the Kiwi fern.





















Boat chores?  Of course… always.  

Our wonderful ventilation hatches: never use the A/C

JP has serviced just about every piece of equipment on the boat, including our five double-door ventilation hatches.  That’s 20 pressure locks, each made up of 17 parts.  Kudos to JP!
Massive extensions for the RAYA anchor bow rollers

The major refit this year was an improvement in the anchoring system.  Each anchor launch has been lowered and brought forward in an attempt to reduce the risk of scraping the chain against the bows when dropping the hook in high winds.  So far, so good.

There is always a new quilt to work on
As for me, I took advantage of the quiet anchorages to quilt, quilt, quilt.

The lovely Bay of Islands, NE coast

Tonight, one more look at the GRIBs: we are good to go tomorrow, as soon as a small system blows through.  Then, it’s 4 days of NO WIND!  Good for us, but the sailboats aren’t too happy: motoring it is.


Of course, we’ll have weather under way.  Our new IRIDIUM Go system is up, with PREDICT WIND  offshore app for weather on the go.
HF: check – Genset: check


JP aslo fixed the HF radio so we can contact NORTHLAND RADIO (ZMH292) daily for our trip report.  Peter Mott does a fantastic job of checking on the fleet.  He currently monitors over 20 yachts underway and has another 17 on the back burner, ready to leave this weekend.  Gotta love those HAM radio guys!

RUSSELL – 
So, that’s it!  We’re off to Vanuatu for the season…  


We will enjoy the new seats and cushions in the saloon.


Also will love the widened bistro table on the aft deck and the fix outdoors cushions: no more slip-sliding!

JP worked hard… time for R&R
Until then

dominomarie

DOMINO’s Fiji Compendium

Opua, April 3, 2017  – The Fiji cruising season is upon us and yachts are lining up in Opua, waiting for a weather window.  We’ve cruised Fiji twice and I wanted to share with you in a single document all of the waypoints and routes we g…

Gotta Love Your Boat

GOTTA LOVE YOUR BOAT

Enough visibility at the helm?


April 24, 2017
Pahia, New Zealand

A strange thing happened during these last few months.  As I mentioned in our last blog, we had put DOMINO on the market last July (rest assured, she is off the market now.)  In the period of just a few weeks, this fantastic boat managed to morph from the boat of our dream, to the most unique (and misunderstood) Passagemaker on the market, and back to the boat of our dreams again.  To say the least, brokers, lookee-lookers, and potential buyers had managed to make me feel terrible about our DOMINO.
Yep, only ONE head… and no glass shower door to scrub and polish!
As we were showing the boat, I was hardly prepared for the barrage of objections to what I had considered completely normal.  
– What? There is only ONE stateroom?  
– What? You don’t have a washer-dryer? No dishwasher? Only ONE head? No big screen TV?
– All that space you’re not using! You could build 2 cabins in there!
– What? You need to be two to drop anchor?

 Little by little, I sank into a depressed state, letting others measure our boat to their standards while ticking off their list of what accommodations they perceived a boat “should” have.  

Plenty of room for the 2 of us… and the occasional other diners… room for 6, if we must!
Envy is the root of all evil –  As time went by, I started to wish for 4 staterooms, forgetting how much I hated cleaning chores and making beds;  I started to wish for a washer-dryer, ready to trade the fresh smell of my 2 shorts and 2 T-shirts sun-dried on the line for an “April Fresh” dryer sheet;  I dreamt of a big screen TV, even though in all our years on land, we rarely watched TV; I started to wish for a second head, oblivious to the fact that guests regularly plug the head and that each additional loo would be more work for JP.  Little by little, I was measuring DOMINO trough other people’s perception and desires instead of my needs and lifestyle.  I was getting sucked into other people’s dreams and wishes, forgetting my own.  I was terribly unhappy and was wondering how I could ever love our DOMINO again.

Nav station and night watch bunk.

Be careful what you asked for, you might just get it!
But it dawned on me that DOMINO was conceived and built especially for the two of us.  Many years ago, when we first envisioned a boat, Malcolm Tennant asked us some very specific questions, such as:
– Where will you cruise?
– How many months a year?
– How often will you have guests, and what kind of guests?  
– Do you want to entertain?  How many people?
– Do you want to fish?
– How fast do you want to go?
– Would you rather clean or play? 


Stored on the davit or on the fly bridge, Do-mini is our play ride.  Gasoline tanks stored on the aft platform.

Malcolm designed DOMINO around our answers.
– We want to cruise the South Pacific, all year round and live on board.
– Guests would consist of family, children and grandchildren, who don’t mind sharing a head, about a week or two per year.
– We definitely want to entertain, up to 60 people for a party, 12 for a sit-down on the aft deck, 6 in the salon.
– We want to fish!  We want to fish!
– We want to cruise a 10-12 Kts, with get-away speed of 20 Kts.
– No, we don’t want to spend our time cleaning, scrubbing, and slaving!  We want to play.

Party? Start with 30 dinghies streaming off your stern and you’ll see how many we can host!
See how we kicked off the cruising season last year at Minerva Reef… 
or how we staged the Sea Mercy Recovery effort in the Lau Group
And that’s the boat we got: great fuel tanks and engines with an apartment for two on top.   A simple boat, with not much to do in ways of maintenance and a range of 6,000 NM at 10 Kts (or 2,300 NM at 20 Kts.)  Accommodations, we don’t really need much; performance, safety, toughness, that’s where it’s at for us. (DOMINO is built to commercial standards.)

The 5 vent doors give such efficient ventilation that we haven’t used the A/C since we left Paraguay, 7 years ago!
Hidden Beauty –  For all the critique about the missing washer-dryer and head, we hardly heard comments about the beauty of her engines who never quit (“Nothing Runs Like a Deere”) or her HRO system able to deliver 12,000 liters ( 3,000 gallons) in 48 hours.  


DOMINO making and delivering 6,000 liters of water in Susui




These are technical points that, unfortunately, many buyers overlook as they get sucked into the fluff of accommodations.

The view from the galley is rarely bad!

Potential cruisers often ask, “What kind of boat should I get?”  Well, look at Malcolm’s questions and your answers will dictate your boat.

And watching shooting stars at night is without compare.

As for me, I’m loving my boat again.  I love the airy feeling of the 7’6” ceiling; the light streaming from the 21 windows that wrap around the house; I love watching shooting stars from my bed at night; and I feel safe at the big helm, even if we’re submarining in 12’ seas and 35-Kt winds, nice, dry and comfy.  

New anchor launching system: lower and more forward, easier to single hand.

So, never again will I judge my boat by others’ standards.  As we grow and gain experience, as our cruising conditions evolve, we make slight modifications to the boat.  This year, JP modified the anchoring system so that anchoring can be done single-handed.  When we get to Alaska, I might get a washer-dryer after all!

Workmode, JP in his workshop while I quilt.

This is the boat that we wanted, that we built, and that we love.  I wish you all to love your boat as much as we love ours!

JP:  “Don’t worry, Dear, I won’t spill epoxy on your freshly-waxed table!”

Until next time,

dominomarie

Rekindling the Dream

Rekindling the Dream

Skies over  Ovea, The Loyaute Islands, New Caledonia


Pahia, New Zealand
April 21, 2017

A few months ago, on the 4th of July, I thought that the earth had caved in, that the “Sky had fallen on my head,” and I posted “When Cruising Ends,” as JP and I were sure that we had seen enough water, enough islands, enough palm trees and sand beaches and enough of each other. 

DOMINO awaiting her fate at Port Denarau, Fiji

We hauled the boat out at Norsand in New Zealand, and took a break from cruising.  JP worked on the boat for a month, then went to visit family in France.  For my part, I rushed to the US and spent 10 weeks enjoying the family in 3 States, cradling newborn Isabelle and chasing after toddlers, playing “Nini” and loving it.  Still, people kept telling me, “You’re living The Dream!” and “So lucky!”  Yes indeed, we had spent 7 years Living the Dream.  But I kept wondering, how did the DREAM die? How do we get it back?

Pacific Dolphins commonly play around us at anchor, here in Nagles Cove, Great Barrier Island, NZ

The 7-Year Itch  —  We had been cruising seven years and we were getting weary… of what? Not sure, but it all was becoming “Blah!”  A malaise was descending over us and we could not define it.  So, we looked at our lifestyle and tried to find answers.

What I love most in cruising? Diving, snorkeling, looking for species new to me
(No worries, this triton went right back where it came from – Belep Islands, New Caledonia

No Breaks– In all these years, we had taken only short breaks to visit family, always whirlwind visits, too short, too shallow, to unfrequent.  While I spent these breaks with our California family (neglecting our Arizona and S.Carolina children) JP had to split his time between his French roots and his U.S. offsprings.  We were both itching for quality time with our 13 grandchildren and could not see how this would happen while cruising full time.
      • CURE?  Take frequent and/or long breaks from cruising to get back in touch with family and friends.

Had we gotten tired of talcum-powder beaches?  Here, in Ouvea, Loyalty Islands, New Caledonia
  • Cultural Aftershock – What would I give for a night at the Opera, or the Theater, or even just a movie in a comfortable seat!  Not that we are short of Cultural experiences.  From Latin America to French Polynesia to Indo-Fijian, Kanak and Maori cultures, our lives have been enriched in many ways.  Still, I felt “out of my gourd,” disconnected from my roots, be they French of American.  
      • CURE?  Take frequent and/or long breaks from cruising to get back in touch with our cultural roots.
Cruising with friends helped.  Here, in Lifou (Loyalty Islands, New Caledonia) with the CNC

  • Too Much Ocean – Did I just write this?  Could there be such a thing as Too Much Ocean?  Truth be told, we had become lazy, trying to be satisfied with our daily snorkeling sessions, fishing excursions, and walks on the beach.  We had hardly taken any hike, visited any village, walked through any town, or even sampled any restaurant.  We thought we were content to stay on the boat.  Obviously not and suddenly there was Too Much Ocean.
      • CURE? Get off the boat, one way or the other, and experience LAND.

It always comes down to just the two of us.  Would we be reduced to just one?
No worries, I fixed this silverbeet and potato salad for JP, home-baked bread, in the Bay of Islands yesterday!

The 44-Year Wall  —  As if this 7-Year Cruising Itch weren’t enough, JP and I were hitting the 44-year wall!  Oh yes, there is such a thing!  I’m convinced that, in relationships, there is the 22-year wall, the 44-year wall and (we’ll see) the 66-year wall.   I felt I couldn’t do anything well enough or fast enough for the “Kapitan” and JP was convinced that I could no longer tolerate his presence. Ouch… our relationship was headed for Davey’s Locker!   
JP had the solution, to sell the boat and go our separate ways, each one doing what we darned well pleased.  
– CURE?  Take a break from each other… easier said than done.

Hope… in Ile des Pins, New Caledonia.

CURES, SOLUTIONS, and SOUL-SEARCHING – So, we did the most drastic thing of all; towards the end of July, we put DOMINO for sale.  Soon, we realized that our powerful DOMINO is not a boat for everybody.  She is a powerful and fast Passagemaker—in the purest definition of the term— an ocean-crossing motor yacht for a couple and occasional guests.  It was clear that we were not going to get many offers.  Meanwhile, what did we do?  Go cruising, of course!  

HOME is where the boat is.
Here in the “Back of the Barrier,” Barrier Island, NZ

This logical step brought us to New Caledonia, where JP and I made a big effort to put into practice some of the “cures” we had identified, starting with getting off the boat and going to the movies.  In Noumea, we caught up with “The Calypso” and Cousteau’s life story, cruised with a flotilla of friends and made sure to go on a hike in Hiengiene.  We even went on “date” walks and restaurant lunches.  

Hiengiene, New Caledonia

This was an improvement and we started to enjoy cruising again.  To make things even better, our passage from New Caledonia to New Zealand in 3 days flat (average 11.5 Kts) made us appreciate what an ocean-crossing beast DOMINO really is, really good at dodging weather and storms.  But she was for sale and we were done with cruising, right?

Cruising with friends is fun… we meet Claude & Annie again in N.C.
Christmas at Great Barrier Island, NZ … Santa found us!




















By New Years, we had shown the boat to prospective buyers who wanted to break this and rebuild that, turn her into a Gin Palace, a Bridge Club, a Charter, perhaps even a coastal cruiser or a hotel room downtown Auckland.  But none would use her as she was intended: to cross oceans.  We were tired of showing her and started to have second thoughts.
At Norsand, JP supervises the re-configuration of our anchoring system.
Brought the anchors lower and more forward

What did we really want?  We had no idea yet, still debating whether we should return to the landlubber state (but where?) or build a smaller, trailerable boat (but what? and where?) or even if we should go back to work (God forbid!)  JP left for France and I left for the US.

What we want more of?  Fun with grandchildren on board

Soul searching is hard work.  In our separate ways, in our separate countries, we searched our hearts, consulted with our families, and emails flew constantly between JP’s iPhone and my iPad.  At last, we came up with a plan, written in the sand, of course, but a plan nonetheless.  

This is what we want more of: family on board
Here it is: bring DOMINO closer to the US, possibly to the Sea of Cortez, where we might be able to leave her a few months of the year and travel by land (leaving a motorhome somewhere?) or receive our grandchildren for vacations… re-connecting with our families.  For, in the end, they matter most.
Wherever the boat is, we’ll find a way.
Did we re-kindle The Dream?  Possibly… For now, we are cruising again!  Wonderful, I admit, as we are taking advantage of a splendid Fall season in New Zealand, planning our passage to Vanuatu where we will spend the next 3-4 months.  And then?  Looping the Pacific Loop, via Kiribati, the Marshall Islands, and the 3,500 NM Transpac to Alaska… July 2018!

What next?
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Till next time,

dominomarie