Del Viento anchored in the inner harbor of Pangai. For all you Baja cruisers, it reminded Windy of Santa Rosalia in the Sea of Cortez. Windy and the girls loading Pudgy. |
So
we’re leaving Tonga, probably tomorrow-ish. The irony of our Tonga sojourn is
that we’ve been here just about all the months of the year that most people
don’t come here. By far the biggest draw of Tonga—Vava’u and Ha’apai in
particular—is the annual arrival of humpback whales from Antarctica. They come
here to calve in Tonga’s warm, protected waters, from mid-July through the end
of September. Tonga is the only place in the world that allows tourists (aboard
the boats of licensed operators) to swim with the whales. (It makes for some
amazing photos.) But alas, we experienced a different side of Tonga—definitely
a quieter side.
The
funny thing about this departure is that we’re not sure where we’ll end up. The
winds are kind of mercurial—we just finished waiting for a doozy of a system to
pass and now we see the south-easterly trades wanting to reform, but not doing
so eagerly. So we’re going to depart and see what we can make out of what the
winds do.
Ideally
we’ll be able to make some south-easterly headway which will leave us in a good
position to tack up to Niue. But that’s unlikely. And if that doesn’t work, and
if our window is long enough—or rapidly collapsing—we’ll go north and duck into
Vava’u. Ultimately, the point of leaving is to get to American Samoa (where
packages await) and we may get a straight shot there and miss Niue and Vava’u
altogether. That would kind of be a shame. We’ll see, stay tuned.
In
the meantime, here are a few shots from Ha’apai, a smaller and less-populated
island group than Vava’u.
--MR
Do you see the irony? |
Ha'apai reminds all of us of the Tuamotus from back in French Polynesia. |
Trust me, no network covers the entire Kingdom. I'm embarrassed to say how long it took me to post this blog. |
Both the library and museum appear closed. |
Note the omnipresent pigs in the foreground. Harder to see the volcano on the horizon. |
Guard goat? |
Camouflaged goat. |
Boat names and hubris, never a good combo. |
I remember so clearly spending HOURS trying to post to the blog from a cinderblock building in the Ha'apai and wondering...what am I doing in here? Why am I not outside?
ReplyDeleteHave a good passage.