• Moonlight and music

    Life is slowly returning to its normal flow after our dingy mishap. We now have a second hand dingy with a great set of oars and are kinda enjoying rowing around – well maybe I’m enjoying it more than Robin who is paddling most of the time. Fellow Kiwis off Siguera refered to me as “Lady Muck” the other day. Oops.

    We are now on a mooring in Enamonit, only an hour from the capital from Majuro, but in reality a world away. The development in the Marshalls really is confined to a narrow strip of amenities in both Majuro, and, we hear, Ebeye. Outside of this nature remains king.  While the pull of the internet of the internet and shops seem to draw yachties into Majuro it is hard to shake the smiles from those who have “escaped” to Enamonit. Bodies fly into the crystal calear water almost before the boat is anchored, returning to the ocean that we all hold so dear. As a wise person once said, I’m not sure who, “the cure for everything is salt water”. It’s amazing how taking a few moments to appreciate nature can make stresses melt away. Nature always reminds us of our place.

    Anyway getting on the title of the blog – we had an amazing evening last night with Jody and Bruce from Cava, and Larence and Mark off Radiance. I think Radiance must have the single largest array of instruments that we’ve ever seen on a boat. In the cockpit of Cava out came a guitar, a ukele, a few harmonicas, a fiddle and a concertina. I didn’t even know what this instrument was until last night but the sound was incredible. Huge respect for Larence and Mark. By far the star of the show for me was the fiddle. With the moonlight dazzling off the water, and the strings resonating, the moment was indescribable.

    I guess music is sometimes like trying to ask someone to explain love. It can move you in a way that words could never speak justice. And it’s at times like these when you know you are exactly where you need to be. Right here, right now.

  • A whole lot of pics of the Marshall Islands while we have internet

    Main street Majuro

    Main street Majuro

    Confederate with marshall islands flag (purchased not home made)

    Confederate with marshall islands flag (purchased not home made)

    Cute kids in Majuro

    Cute kids in Majuro

    Confederate moored next to other boats at Enemonit

    Confederate moored next to other boats at Enemonit

    Enemonit, just one hour from the campital

    Enemonit, just one hour from the campital

    Gotta have a couple selfie every now and then

    Gotta have a couple selfie every now and then

    Robin and second fave gal (hopefully)

    Robin and second fave gal (hopefully)

    James Bond - Island extraordinaire

    James Bond – Island extraordinaire

    Christmas Eve on Confed

    Christmas Eve on Confed

    Boat lights for Chrissy - super nice

    Boat lights for Chrissy – super nice

    Our small tree

    Our small tree

    Robins pressie. Haha

    Robins pressie. Haha

    Christmas day fishing on the way to Aur atoll

    Christmas day fishing on the way to Aur atoll

    James and his son wise.

    James and his son wise.

    The church on Aur

    The church on Aur

    The minister with American dollar bill necklace

    The minister with American dollar bill necklace

    The brightly dressed congregation

    The brightly dressed congregation

    The dancing beings

    The dancing beings

    The leader with whistle

    The leader with whistle

    Hmm should I be worried - the lady that insisted on dancing with Robin

    Hmm should I be worried – the lady that insisted on dancing with Robin

    At the feast

    At the feast

    Celebration room and feast

    Celebration room and feast

    Some of James' family, wife Annako and kids

    Some of James’ family, wife Annako and kids

    James and his youngest

    James and his youngest

    My christmas present from Anako, hand wove earrings

    My christmas present from Anako, hand wove earrings

    Robin with some of the kids from Tobal school

    Robin with some of the kids from Tobal school

    Having a cool time learning Marshalese with the kids

    Having a cool time learning Marshalese with the kids

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    Jame's family aboard Confederate

    Jame’s family aboard Confederate

    Ahhhh our old dingy.. Sigh

    Ahhhh our old dingy.. Sigh

    One very sick lil girl and two happy parents

    One very sick lil girl and two happy parents

    Bad ass

    Bad ass

    Our new dingy.. Sigh. but still we're here!

    Our new dingy.. Sigh. but still we’re here!

    Loving the lagoon sailing

    Loving the lagoon sailing

    New years sunrise

    New years sunrise

    New years day after sleeping under the stars

    New years day after sleeping under the stars

    Another Christmas present, hand woven from Annakos daughter

    Another Christmas present, hand woven from Annakos daughter

    A really amazing read about Darlene Keju involved in fighting against nuclear testing and health care in the marshalls

    A really amazing read about Darlene Keju involved in fighting against nuclear testing and health care in the marshalls

    Wow

    Wow

    Kite repairs aboard Confed

    Kite repairs aboard Confed

    Life

    Life

  • Dingy mishap

    Ok so about the dingy. Depressing as it is, we have to share the story. A few nights ago we were having dinner on another boat. Robin had picked up James Bond our go-to local friend and brought him to meet Kathy and Dave, from the boat Lightspeed as they had just arrived in Aur.  After dropping James back to shore Robin returned to Lightspeed tying the dingy to the back of their boat as one always does when visiting others.  We had a great night with Kathy and Dave who have been cruising for a while and had some great stories to share.  At the end of the night we were saying our goodbyes, climbing up through the cockpit to the stern of the catarmaran, when all of a sudden I said to Robin “where are we?” – what I meant was ‘where is the dingy?’  Immediately I looked over to the other hull thinking that Robin had tied up to the other side, but alas our dingy had decided to go on a voyage without us.  Dave and Robin quickly got in their dingy, Kathy handing them flashlights and a VHF radio, and they rushed off into the dark to try to find our lost friend.  When I say our lost friend, I really mean it like that. When you’re on a boat your dingy is your way off the boat to shore. Without this crucial part of the team it makes getting ashore a teensy bit tricky.

    Sadly Dave and Robin returned around 20 minutes later without our friend, calculations showing that the dingy would have been outside the reef on the other side of the lagoon by the time they went looking. Dave dropped a very dejected Robin and myself home.  Robin was mortified with what had happened and was blaming his seamanship etc etc, but as I and many others have reassured him probably every sailor has some sort of ugly dingy story to relate, no reflection of his abilities.  We’ve tied up our dingy literally hundreds of times this year, and over a hundred times we’ve come back to our dingy, unfortunately this time it was not the case.

    Next morning (after a sleepless night for Robin) we got straight on the SSB radio and talked to people in Majuro who came up with some options of second hand dingys, and new dingys we can order from the states. Since it is New Year we decided not to go back to Majuro straight away but will head back there in a few days to try to sort it out.  It sounds like there are a few options for us, but it may mean a slight change to our upcoming itinerary.  It is just a wait and see game at the moment. Robin is feeling better now. Also he saved our kite board from imminent disaster last night. We were sleeping out in the cockpit again and a gust of wind knocked the board that was sitting on the forward deck off the side of the boat into the water. Within a few seconds Robin had woken up, put his hand over the side of the boat and retrieved the board that was floating past.

    And here’s some of the positives..

    • We have a paddle board and we’re still managing to get to shore without the dingy AND go kite surfing – Robin first paddles the gear in, then his fiancé. Haha. Good fun.
    • We’re in the marshall islands and it is super easy to order gear from the US.
    • We’re in the marshall islands fullstop! It really is amazing here – so much culture, history, beauty – so if misplacing our dingy means we will have to stay here a bit longer then we will do so very gladly.
    Paddling the kite gear ashore

    Paddling the kite gear ashore

    Robin with a slightly better system for getting the gear ashore

    Robin with a slightly better system for getting the gear ashore

    Yeah we're still in the Marshalls

    Yeah we’re still in the Marshalls

  • Kitesurfing in the Marshalls

    Happy New Year to everyone! We’re still sending these reports in from our Satellite phone, as civilization is a world/a day’s sail away.  It was a pretty quiet night here – a bottle of wine and a night under the stars, sleeping out in the cockpit of Confederate. We watched the sun set on 2013, as well as see it show it’s face again for the first time in 2014 (through the coconut trees).  The decision was made to stay on Aur atoll which meant no raging parties but the opportunity to bring in the new year with a couple of amazing kite surfing sessions on the 1st and 2nd.  An epic way to start 2 0 1 4.

    It’s been a while since we’ve felt the trade winds rush across our faces – After leaving Fiji in October we headed north to Tuvalu and Kiribati, both too close to the equator to get consistent breezes. However we’re now at 8 degrees north and at this time of the year the Nor easterly trade winds are really going for it – setting the scene for a kite surfing paradise.  Not to mention, we’re in one of the atoll capitals of the world. The Republic of the Marshall Islands is made up of 29 atolls containing 1225 islands.

    For those interested in the geology an atoll forms when an underwater volcano shoots land to the oceans surface and a coral reef starts to develop closely around the volcano. Gradually (over millions of years) the volcanic island sinks back to the ocean leaving behind a lagoon of water surrounded by a barrier coral reef with low lying islands along the fringe.  This lagoon becomes a great spot for boats to anchor, tucked in behind the islands. When I say boats, I’m talking about us and the other 9 boats that have come to Aur in the last year  – we discussed this tally with some of our local friends.  Actually, because this is one of the closest atolls to the capital of Majuro it probably gets the most boat traffic. However of course this is a far cry from Fiji, where you might see 10 boats per night in a Yasawa islands anchorage.

    Our coordinates are 8 deg 09.4 N 171 deg 10.0 E – just in case you’re one of the 10 boats heading in this direction in 2014 and happen to have kiting gear on board.  We’re anchored super close to where we set up the kite, primarily because our dingy went walkabouts the other night and we’re now using a paddle board to get ashore (an elaboration to come in the next blog :-)) Mid tide is best – enjoy! We hope this is the first of many kite surforages (kite surf anchorages) in the Marshall islands. Whoop.

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  • Christmas day Aur atoll

    Arriving in Aur on the 24th of December we didn’t expect to be able to organize much for Christmas day. But thanks to the lovely people on Aur island we were quickly made honorary members of their community just in time for the celebrations to begin.

    Aur atoll is around 80 miles north of the capital of Majuro, and feels like a different world. With only 300 people living on the atoll everyone knows everyone, and Christmas is not an individual family celebration but a huge gathering. Apparently dance practices began in early November and every night the Marshallese diligently practice their routine.

    The 25th Dec festivities started around 11am with a church service. The juxtaposition of the American/Marshall islands influence was shown by the decorations in the church. Woven mats and hand-made miniature outrigger canoes lined the front wall, whilst hanging from the ceiling were American $1 and $10 notes. The minister even wore a necklace made from American notes – we’re unsure if this was just for Christmas but was an interesting touch all the same. After the church service chairs were moved to the side of the room, and the anticipation seemed to grow. It seemed that the dancing was about to start.

    It is hard to describe the style of dancing, however basically the theme for all the groups was there was one leader with a whistle acting as a conductor, and two lines of people that started outside the church and moved in and out chanting in Marshallese and moving to the beat. It was unlike anything we had seen before. Each group performed about 5 songs -
    sweat pouring off the enthusiastic dancers, and the laughter of onlookers echoing against the church walls. The best had to be the two Sunday school groups with some adorable under 5 year olds not quite managing to keep the beat, but all the same having a grand ole time. A scene from the dancing is shown below with female onlookers in their brightly coloured mumus (traditional dress).

    At the end of each dance the group put out a basket for donations, and in return the crowd received a lolly scramble and food handouts from the dance group (we accepted a couple of packets of noodles but didn’t dare fight the kids for their prized lollies – it was vicious! The lady who was distributing the noodles decided to grab Robin for a dance and proceeded to get very friendly, pursing her lips and lining him up for a smooch – photo to come once we have good internet. All of a sudden her husband had pulled me up and we were learning how they roll in the Marshalls.

    After this slightly traumatic dancing experience we were ushered into a room outside the church that housed our Christmas day banquet feast. A huge flax woven basket filled with turkey, ham, pork, sausages, breadfruit, rice, taro, bananas, and various other goods was placed in front of us. To drink was a soft drink and a coconut (the outer islands of the marshalls are alcohol free). Some of the ladies who seem to know how to have a good time were picking up sausages, putting them in their mouths, and then approaching their male counterparts dangling the sausage in front of them. It didn’t seem to necessarily be their husbands, and we found this quite entertaining for what we thought was a conservative culture? Below is a photo of the banquet room and the group that performed through lunch.

    We thought we might head back to the boat for a few hours of food coma but our host family had other ideas. We were told to wait for the next dance group that would be starting in 10 minutes. In true island time an hour and a half later we were still waiting, by then having been adopted by a group of 20 kids endeavoring to teach us Marshallese. Getting the correct pronunciation was not easy with three young girls screaming the words in your ear. All the same a great bunch of kids.

    After we watched another round of dancing it was about 5pm and we wanted to get back to Confederate before dark, so we snuck out of the church while the third lolly scramble of the day was underway and all the kids were viciously preoccupied.

    While no one ever wants to be away from home for Christmas we really feel lucky to have been adopted by this community. It was a really unique and vivid experience. ! We were even given hand woven earrings and a dolphin wall hanging – photos to come in another blog. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all!! Another update tomorrow on our post Chrissy day kite surf. Yeeeaaahhh.

  • Arrival in Aur Atoll

    We finally tore ourselves away from the Majuro supermarkets and civilisation last night and are now anchored in Aur atoll, around 80nm north of Majuro. Yeeeaaa ha. It was a boisterous night on the water with 20 knot winds and very confused bouncy seas. I think that we were ceremoniously introduced to what is know as the “Marshall islands washing machine”. Anyway it all feels worth it when you pull into the lagoon and everything goes calm and beautiful.

    About an hour after our arrival James, the local medical practitioner, was on the VHF telling us we are very welcome here, and please join them for their Christmas feast tomorrow. We just met James ashore and it turns out that the Christmas feast is on an island in the south of the atoll (about 1.5 hours from where we are now). So he will join us on Confederate tomorrow morning and we’ll head down to the island where his family is waiting. Apparently there are around 300 people living on the atoll who will all celebrate on the one island. Even though we’re sad to miss the family christmas celebrations in New Zealand this sounds like a good compromise. AND Robin has just put the turkey and potatoes in the oven for our chrissy eve extravaganza..

    Wishing everyone a very very happy day tomorrow. We would love to be there, but alas the Marshall islands are not the easiest place to fly in and out of. We will be thinking of you all and sending much love as we enjoy the festivities here. Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas! What a year it has been.

    Oh yeah and just a couple of pics.. Confed anchored in Aur, and James presenting us with a welcome basket of coconuts. Delightful.

  • Wreck snorkeling Marshall Islands

    After 5 days around Majuro sorting out a few things, and dropping off our crew (yeaah ha, has been a long two months, enough said) we headed straight out to some of the smaller islands of the main atoll. We snorkeled at Enemonit and Eneko, two very nice anchorages on the northern side of the lagoon. Enemonit had some really cool submerged wrecks and Eneko had some incredible coral and fish life. Nice to see another healthy reef, and so close to the capital of Majuro. As a bonus the very friendly marshall islands yacht club have free moorings at both spots.

    We also had a lovely catch up with a boat Ca Va who had spent time with mutual friends in Tonga. What a nice couple! Robin is positive we will have a homebrew kit someday on Confederate after sampling Jody and Bruce’s dark beer… Hmm I wonder where we’ll put it.

    Anyways we’re about to check weather and if all is good to go we’re making an overnight passage to Aur atoll. We’re really looking forward to getting out into the remote areas of the Marshalls. Looks like we might be able to do some kiting at Aur island, crossing fingers as it’s been way too long!

    For now here’s a few shots of us snorkeling on a submerged plane and helicopter in Enemonit.

  • Arrival in the Marshall Islands

    After a really hard passage ranging from 0 knots to 40 knot squalls we arrived in Marshall islands and are enjoying …

    a) Land and walking!

    b) the boating community here

    c) supermarkets! sounds silly but it’s nice having a few grocery stores after a while without!

    We’re looking forward to exploring the outer islands and checking out the kite surfing which is supposed to be incredible.  After our trip up and the winds we experienced it seems like this may be so! Also looking forward to trying to get in a dive on some of the world war 2 wrecks. Ye ha. More updates to come and some passage reports to come from Robin.

  • Back on the road again – Day 1 Passage Kiribati to Marshalls

    Ooops a bit of a lapse on the blog front.. We’re waiting until good internet in the Marshalls to blog with pictures from Kiribati so for now just an update from Robin’s log book…

    We have just departed Tarawa, Kiribati, bound for Majuro, Marshall Islands. We raised anchor about 0730 and motored just 10 mins to get outside the anchored ships, then raised sail in about 15 knots easterly with clear skies. Caught a mackeral tuna on the way out of the main reef pass (~2 knots incoming current) which will feed us for a couple of days. Beautiful sailing conditions and currently on a beach reach doing 5 knots. Crew happy – Anna still feeling a bit poorly, but on the mend and on light duties.

    1530 – Passed through a squall line (small front) at around 1300. Wind backed to N and about 15-20 knots. Some heavy rain but no strong winds. Went on for a couple of hours then wind died and motored for a while. Anna made a very nice fish pie for lunch. All is well onboard.

  • Random reflections from Kiribati – Part II – Apologies a bit of a deep and meaningful

    There seems to be a large development presence here. Among others, Australia Aid and NZ Aid offices, and a Taiwanese milkfish breeding project similar to what we saw in Tuvalu. One of the main issues is water – both for us and the I-Kiribati. While there are rainwater harvesting projects underway these work on the provision that there is rainwater to harvest. However with such close proximity to the equator rainwater is infrequent – and unfortunately population is dense – around 40,000 people in Tarawa.  Water is everything – both in the sense of drinking, and in irrigation for crops (the only fresh produce we have found since we arrived is some bananas, and small pumpkins for $12AUD – no thanks). It is cheaper to buy imported meat products than local vegetables. We did manage to buy some New Zealand carrots, which is ironic and really bad of us as we are trying to buy local produce where we can. The reality is that here we can’t.

    Anyways all of this has got me thinking about desalination and its place in our future world.  While it is energy intensive it seems like a practical solution for these islands surrounded by miles of salt water, and very little fresh. NZ Aid recently completed a solar powered desalination project in Tuvalu which is apparently not operating at the moment. I need to find out more about the story there.  Before Robin and I left we looked into getting an Open Ocean desalinator on the boat so that we didn’t have to collect rainwater. In the end we decided the $5000 (yikes) could be better used on something else, and the idea of collecting rainwater seemed manageable.  Everything was going fine until we got closer and closer to the equator and it stopped raining! Of course everywhere there are people, there is water, but in some places like Kiribati you feel like water is so precious you don’t want to take it.  Considering at the moment we are using 10 litres of water a day between 3 of us (just a little more than what we are drinking) I don’t think we are being too demanding.

    In saying this it feels good every now and then to feel a connection between your livelihood and the environment. Generally growing up in New Zealand we take water for granted, we turn on a tap and it comes out. We use as much as we like, except for the occasional summer when there’s been shortages and we are reminded by advertisements to do our part and “if it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down”.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s great to turn a tap and have water magically appear for us – but similarly once in a while it is also good to think about where it comes from, and the systems and pipes that take that water from the treatment plant, out of the rivers, from nature, to our tap.  It gives a deeper sense of appreciation for really one of the few things we need in life.

    While a desalinator would be nice, appreciating rain, for drinking and soils is also nice. It creates a sense of connection to nature that is lost in every step of development. It is the same for food – as we get further and further off the beaten path you realize that in terms of food products nowhere is off the beaten path. In Kiribati I can get NZ products, Chinese products, even Filipino products. It is quite probable that tuna caught in Kiribati waters gets sent to Asia and returns in tins. I think development in the future will be about connecting the dots between our consumption and nature, knowing more where our food and water comes from, and attempting to meet needs with the local before the global.

    Returning to a more local world sounds limiting and restricting but I think there is also a sense of satisfaction in knowing where things come from.  Similarly there is a satisfaction that comes from a connection to nature as a provider – catching a fish, pulling fruit off a tree, or vegies out of a garden. That’s why even as we develop we still want to do these things, not out of necessity, but out of choice. Of course this becomes harder and harder with more of the world living in apartments, but I hope not impossible.  Our land and minimal population density in New Zealand makes us incredibly lucky.

    In short if life feels busy and complicated then one need only turn on a tap, pour a glass of cold water, and take a sip. Then remember that to get one of the few things necessary for survival is as simple as turning on a tap. But also remember this is not the case for everyone. We know if we start cursing the rain we are forgetting our connection to the earth, and our connection to those who live in countries where it is hard to get water. Really we should celebrate and marvel at taps every day but we don’t.  I wonder what point we stopped appreciating taps. If we can’t appreciate taps then there will be no end to our development as we will never be satisfied.  Of course this is not just about taps. It is about a shifting sphere of requirements, of which we can’t “live without.” Will we stop when we no longer marvel at space travel? A while back Cat Stevens said of skyscrapers, “will we keep on building them higher until there’s no more room up there?” You have to admit he has a point.

    John Stuart Mills, in 1985, said that “A world from which solitude is extirpated is a very poor ideal.. and solitude in the presence of natural beauty and grandeur, is the cradle of thoughts, and aspirations, which are not only good for the individual but which society can ill do without. Nor is there much satisfaction in contemplating a world with nothing left to the spontaneous activity of nature, with every road of land brought into cultivation which is capable of growing food for human beings, every flowery waste or natural pasture ploughed up, all quadrupeds or birds which are not domesticated for mans use exterminated as his rivals for food, every hedge row or superfluous tree rooted out and scarcely a place left where a wild shrub or flower could grow without being eradicated as a weed in the name of improved agriculture. If the earth must lose that great portion of its pleasantness which it owes to things that the unlimited increase in wealth and population would extirpate from it, for the mere purpose of enabling it to support a large, but not better or happier population, I sincerely hope for the sake of posterity, that they will be content to be stationary, long before necessity compels them to it.”

    Meanwhile a kid in Kiribati squeals in shear delight jumping off a wharf into the sea.

    These kind folks gave us some of their water

    These kind folks gave us some of their water

    The dark side of Tarawa - trash everywhere

    The dark side of Tarawa – trash everywhere

    Heading out to the boat

    Heading out to the boat

    Local fisherman

    Local fisherman

    Local style boats

    Local style boats

    A good days catch

    A good days catch

    Tuna on a bike

    Tuna on a bike

    Kids fishing off the wharf

    Kids fishing off the wharf