tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49538676460022077022024-03-19T04:35:30.585-07:00Off to Sea the WizardThe Travel Adventures of John and Sue Campbell John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-3280447261960676242017-08-09T12:33:00.000-07:002017-08-09T12:54:29.546-07:00Pacific Northwest Adventure Begins...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our Pacific Northwest adventure begins in Port Hadlock Marina, a small private marina seven miles south of Port Townsend,WA on the Olympic Peninsula. We bought the boat in Everette, but chose to move across the Puget Sound to Port Hadlock which is supposedly in a rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains and gets half the rain fall as the Seattle area does. We'll see about that. There sure is a lot of moss growing on trees and houses! Its very lush and green with ferns and rhododendrons growing everywhere!</div>
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We are docked, learning how to drive a trawler, cleaning, staining and general move aboard kind of stuff and walking the dogs.... and walking the dogs, again! This marina is far off the shore and you walk a long dock to get to the boat slips. There are 250 steps to shore on this LONG gang plank dock...so several trips each day is a lot of steps...do the math!<br />
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Because of the ebb and flow of the tides in this area, a low tide sucks out the water is the bays and leaves a massive mud flat ...sometimes the low tide is a 15ft difference from high tide mark. This makes for huge mud flats during low tide. Great for oyster farming and clamming. Many private oyster farm bags are scattered around. The beach becomes a big mud field, perfect for the dogs to run and get dirty! Ughh. Cruising around here is carefully planned by timing the ebb and flow of the tides. Also, there are strong currents flowing between land masses and islands that must be considered when planning any trip. On Captain John's ride over from Everette, he clocked 12 knots on a flow tide through the narrow Port Hadlock channel. That's flying!</div>
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The dogs are learning to live in a controlled environment. That means on a leash most of the time. They look forward to the trips to beach where they can run. Luckily, this area is super dog friendly and everyone lets their dogs off leash at certain beaches. With many State Parks in Washington that don't allow dogs at all, we are limited. This could be a problem when cruising...<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our home away from the boat is Port Townsend where we enjoy the many craft breweries, fresh seafood and spans of almost empty beaches. The weather is unusually warm in the 80 degrees! We do a lot of shopping at the local hardware and marine stores getting ready to cruise "the islands." Our biggest purchase is a new bank of batteries to replace the 16 year old set the boat came with! Everyone we meet is either "headed out" in the next week or just got back from a cruise or sail to the San Juan Islands or the Gulf Islands. We hear a lot of stories about the places "you just gotta go!" </span></div>
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We've got the dingy ready, got the license and set up the crab pot and now we are catching Dungeness crab right off the marina. Delicious! Oysters we buy on the next island over at the Marrowstone Island Oyster farm. Fish tacos at the Mexican restaurant in town and fresh Penn Cove mussels at the local market. We are in seafood heaven!<br />
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New batteries are in, planned an itinerary and now it's time to go explore these islands! We are anxious to get going!<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-48126810222585669422017-08-05T13:49:00.003-07:002017-08-08T15:16:19.649-07:00Two Dog Boat<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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'Two Dog Boat' should be the name of this new to us trawler instead of First Light. But, we like the name and what it represents, so we'll keep it.<br />
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We are embarking on another adventure with two dogs and a "move to the dark side" with the purchase of our first motor vessel, a CHB 34 motor trawler. Our last travels were sailing on sailboat Wizard (the title of this blog)...we'll keep the blog name, too and continue our travels with another adventure on MV/ First Light.<br />
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Our new adventure started in January of this year (2017) during the gloomy, rainy days of winter in Sonoma County, CA (our home port) and me looking at what I call comfortable boats. It had been 3 years since we returned from sailing to Mexico and the South Pacific and we were thinking up new adventures.<br />
"Hey, look at this one! Its' roomy, dry and has lots of space!" I said to the other half. Enough time had passed from my sailing memories in a 41ft racing sailboat with little living space, a roomy pleasure trawler looked pretty good to me. Our new adventure envisioned exploring the Pacific Northwest, San Juan Islands, Gulf Islands and beyond. A trawler with an enclosed pilot house for weather protection seemed the way to go this time.. There are many trawlers to choose from, but the affordability of an older wooden CHB trawler caught my eye.<br />
And so we bought one!<br />
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We had an experienced marine surveyor working for us, John Baird from Anderson Island, WA. He looked at 3 boats for us. The last one, First Light, we saw online, sent surveyor to inspect and bought her sight unseen but with his recommendation. These older boats can have a lot of issues; leaking teak decks, corroded gas tanks and just being 30 yrs old. This one was lovingly cared for by engineer/owner of 21 years who maintained the engine, systems and replaced teak decks. Bonus! <br />
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Fast forward to July and here we are in Port Hadlock Marina, WA, three weeks getting to know the boat, replacing batteries, scrubbing, staining, shopping and getting ready for a few weeks cruising the San Juan Islands and beyond... we know nothing of cruising in the Pacific Northwest, only the lure of stories from the reference books we have read prepare us for our next adventure into the unknown.<br />
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Oh...and did I mention we have two dogs?! Buster and Bella are joining us on this boating adventure! Ha! Our "children" of four legs. Numerous Potty trips to shore.<br />
We'll let you know how that goes...<br />
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<br />John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-13192447694991994262014-05-08T21:28:00.000-07:002015-12-05T09:46:38.050-08:00Tonga...Goodbye!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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COUNTING down the days and looking forward to going home... we've been traveling for almost two years...that’s 611 days to be exact by the time we land back in the USA in Los Angeles on May 10th. I am anxious to see my home and see how it's changed.. I know we have changed. I’m nervous to slide back into the lives of family and friends...is there room for us again? We "dropped out" to travel and our places in those lives may have changed or maybe, not. <br />
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This has me reminiscing about our travels across the South Pacific by sailboat...<br />
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If you have followed our blog, <a href="http://sailingonwizard.blogspot.com/">Off to Sea the Wizard</a> then you know our route. We left home in September 2012, sailed down the California coast to Baja, then to mainland Mexico, Puerto Vallarta, for three months, then west across the Pacific Ocean to the Marquesas, Tahiti, Bora Bora, Huahine and Tahaa, then westing again to Cooks Islands, Niue, Tonga, Fiji, New Caledonia and finally…land fall in Brisbane, Australia, where we decided to sell our boat Wizard. <br />
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In one season, we visited eight countries.. that's a fast track! Over 10,000 nautical miles! Most cruisers take a few years to stop and visit the South Pacific Islands but we had limited time and money. We also made plans to go back to Tonga to experience island living for three months. We've had a great time and met a lot of really cool people( and characters) sailing the South Pacific!<br />
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Now, back to us living in Tonga...and too much of a good thing…yeah, I know, poor us..<br />
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…We've been living in Tonga for the last three months as most readers know, care-taking a resort while the owners went a vacation. And while it’s been a real adventure living on an island, I am starting to get bored. Three months is a longtime to be idle...<br />
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You've heard the expression, "Be careful what you wish for it may come true"? That's us...we were thrilled early on, but now we're tired of snorkeling the clearest, most beautiful waters ever, tired of the same old beautiful skies, the pristine beaches and the warm tropical weather. Can you believe it?! <br />
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Don't get me wrong, Tonga is a nice place to visit .. but, its just time to go home...family awaits...<br />
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I have a new grand daughter I haven't met. (Has it really been almost two years since we sailed away?) A lot of life happens when you go away. Traveling has made me appreciate my home and family more. It doesn’t take long living in a third world country to make one appreciate what one has in the good ol' USA (read: abundance). It's time to go home...<br />
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Thank you, Tonga for the memories! Who knows...we may be back next year!<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1Vavau Tonga-18.6271457 -173.94266979999998-18.8678752 -174.26539329999997 -18.3864162 -173.61994629999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-22832663037843028542014-05-02T21:13:00.000-07:002014-05-06T17:56:46.979-07:00Tongan Ways...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We’ve lived on Kapa island in the Vava'u group of Tonga for three months. I 'd like to share a few insights and observations.. . We've found Tongans to be friendly and welcoming to visitors, but they are a proud, complex people and I'm sure there's more to know about their ways. We’ve experienced a blend of traditional island culture mixed with Western influences as this isolated Pacific island plays "catch -up" with the rest of the world.<br />
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Tongans are tribal and communal ruled by an ancient hierarchical system that still exists ( King and commoners) fused with strong Christian morals. In villages, they live communally in houses made of cement blocks with tin roofs, open doors and louvered glass windows (gone are the thatched roofs) Some homes are simple one room others are more elaborate two story (higher ranking family) with many rooms. The village centers usually around a school and a church or two (most popular Mormon or Free Wesleyan) a common area, for gatherings and communal weaving. Tongans seem to be related to everyone in a village with large extended families all living under one roof. <br />
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Everyone knows everything about everybody. Even in the next village. Their daily lives center around subsistence farming, fishing, family commitments and church obligations. Family comes first with church second in importance. Gatherings seem to be around funerals and weddings when entire villages pause to honor the deceased (a quiet event) or celebrate a wedding (a noisy event). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful grave memorial quilts</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A two-story house of an important ranking family</td></tr>
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The villages are swept clean and neat with gardens and fenced yards to keep out the many pigs and dogs that roam free. Land is owned by the King. The right to use the land is passed down to each family to first born son and must be planted to feed the family in produce; coconut, mango, taro and manioc. Most labor is by hand, though there are a few tractors and heavy equipment about the islands. Copra (dried coconut meat) is still harvested and another lucrative export is Kava. The roads are paved though poorly maintained in the bigger towns and mostly dirt trails in the villages on the outer islands. A village community may share a car and a boat for commutes to the main town of Neiafu.<br />
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In the larger towns of Nuku'Alofa and Neiafu, there are more modern opportunities with many Tongans employed in banking, retail, government and tourism. The village houses blend from one into another and a city is born with more reliance on food and goods purchased from the local markets and income realized working in these more populated areas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">House and garden in village of Otea</td></tr>
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I’ve read the informative guide of Tongan customs ‘Making Sense of Tonga’ * that certainly helped me understand the Tongan way of life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two story house in village of Talihua</td></tr>
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Here’s a good passage from the Visitors Guide to Tonga:<br />
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” In traveling from one part of the world to another, we (palangi, or foreigner) tend to project the cultural expectations we are used to onto the inhabitants of the new location, forgetting that the ground rules in the new locale may be different; 2+2 might not equal 4 in the new location.” Funny, but true.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dust to dust...an old tourist bus goes by the way side</td></tr>
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I myself have been guilty of imposing my western expectations onto this island culture. I might think there is a lack material goods or modernization, but maybe, not? There is an interesting blend of cultures, slow paced and just different than mine that is attractive.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A village church</td></tr>
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There are churches everywhere! Every village has at least two churches (most popular are the Mormon and Wesleyan) and they are the grandest structures in a village with clean fenced grounds. Even though Christianity is strong in Tonga with church ministries holding a very strong influence over their congregations, many Tongans still believe in traditional mythologies and spirits, too. Most Tongans attend church several days a week with Sunday having several services.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Catholic church in Neiafu</td></tr>
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The wake-up bell peals loudly at 5:00am. The church is a vital part of the social structure that holds everything together, governs education and guides social behavior. There are many church rules, such as no alcohol or caffeine drinking, dressing modestly and a required tithe to the church. The traditional kava drinking ceremony is still allowed before or after church.<br />
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A little about Kava...<br />
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Kava is a widely consumed drink of the Pacific Islands made from the ground powdered roots of a pepper tree with mildly anaesthetic effects like alcohol. The kava bowl is shared at most gatherings, village meeting and is mostly a male activity, but it depends on the event. It is a communal group experience like "smoking a peace pipe"...and quite fun to attend, but is usually a formal gathering.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Kava circle we were invited to in Fiji.</td></tr>
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Back to the church...this is my opinion, but it's hard to understand how the church can extort (my words) money from people who barely have enough of the basics. Most homes don’t have flush toilets or a modern convenience like a washing machine or even a car, but the church members still manage to contribute the required tithe even thought it might be a hardship.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mormon school in Otea Village; both English and Tongan languages are taught </td></tr>
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But, the church positives for the village far exceeds the negatives. There is opportunity and education for the children. The Tongans seem to have everything they need. Everyone is taken care of by someone be it a family or church member. No one goes hungry. It’s tribal and communal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">School girls in Neiafu</td></tr>
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As a visitor its interesting to see the traditional ways
mix with the modern influences. For example, everyone in Tonga has a cell
phone and access to the internet.<br />
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Thanks to the Trans-Pacific Internet cable under the ocean connecting Australia (2013), New Zealand, Fiji and Tonga to the outside world. Access to far away families as well as the world has changed Tonga forever.. In the towns, the new generation wears “hip” clothing, the baseball caps and low hung shorts like many modern youth influenced by You Tube videos, while yakking on their cell phones. The dichotomy is these same kids return home to a village that still fishes at night for the next day’s meal or to sell at the market.<br />
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The blend of a traditional culture melding into the modern world is the charm of visiting a developing country like Tonga. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pigs on the beach...eating fish, jellyfish..anything they can!</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">But, some Tongans feel their
tranquil lifestyle is disappearing and the islands are suffering from tourism,
pollution and the influence of American culture at the expense of</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Tongan traditions. * It's probably true. There's no stopping evolution...and change...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Women in funeral black attire topped with a ta'ovala, a woven mat </td></tr>
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The ever busy Tongan women dress in colorful tops and long pants prefer modest clothing but dress more formally for church in long skirts with fancy shoes, while the men dress in white shirts, traditional lava lavas (long skirts) and ties. It’s a mix of traditional and modern styles.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Line-up for USA t-shirt give away</td></tr>
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As visitors, we brought T-shirts to give away to the children of a village, thinking (our world) that this might be a treat, but it seems they have plenty of clothes to pass around. The kids were most impressed if an athletic sport shirt was offered. Sports and sporting events at the schools are very big with most villages attending.<br />
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Until just last year, the Tongan outer islands had no electricity or lights. They used gas or battery lanterns. Thanks to the Japanese government who installed solar panels for each home in exchange for fishing rights in Tongan waters. (The Tongan government charges a monthly rental fee to each family) Now villages have power to run lights, watch TV and recharge cell phones. A step into the modern world...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical outer island home with rain water catchment</td></tr>
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Tourism income is slowly replacing subsistence fishing and farming as many people leave the village to work at a resort. Many young Tongans leave the islands altogether to find work in America, New Zealand or Australia and send home money to the village. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ana and her family, live in Otea Village and both work at a resort</td></tr>
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Our Tongan neighbor, Ana in Otea village on Kapa Island lives a traditional village life raising four kids and caring for her aging parents all under one roof. She and her husband, Sione are one of the families making the transition from communal living within a village group to working "outside” at a resort to earn income. Sione still fishes at night for food for the family. She still must participate in the communal weaving and other village sharing, then home to clean and care for her own household.<br />
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How she keeps up is a wonder! She wants to buy a washing machine to help with her workload. She must apply for a loan from the town bank. It must be hard to stretch her income for the modern appliance and still willingly give to the church. This is where outside help is needed? I put a request out to the International Rotary Groups for help to Otea Village for reading books for the school and a washing machine or two for the women? There are many other needs that might be addressed if we just ask? <br />
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Ana and her family are happy living in the village she grew up in. And she'll get by. Still she needs a washing machine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lapi Island sells their handicrafts to tourists </td></tr>
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Some of the islands are surviving financially by selling handicrafts to the seasonal tourists. Tourism is the future of Tonga. Change happens slowly in Tonga. That is one of the reasons we like Tonga. We like the slower pace. The culture is years behind our busy material consumed lives of the western world. We chose to visit Tonga because it has kept it’s traditional, Polynesian life style in spite of the western influences. <br />
But, it won’t take long before this culture is absorbed and disappears. Try to visit these Pacific islands before it's too late. We are glad we did. Thanks for the memories!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Visiting sailing school schooner in Port Refuge, Neiafu</td></tr>
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Malo Aupito, Tonga!<br />
April 20, 2014<br />
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* A Visitor’s Guide to the Kingdom’s Rich Polynesian Culture, by McCoy & Havea<br />
* The Lonely Planet's Guide to Samoan Islands & Tonga<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Euakafa Island</td></tr>
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3-22-14<br />
After many days of rain and high winds that kept us inside our fale and island-bound, we finally get SE trade winds (starting early this season) to blow away the storms and beautiful puffy white clouds decorate the sky indicating stable weather. <br />
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The water is still a little confused by the winds, but we need to get out do something! So off we go for some exploring and snorkeling on the nearest island east of Kapa, Euakafa Island. It is uninhabited and has pristine white beaches. Amazing! There is a reef that extends south/west for miles off this island. There are many places to dive. Yesterday, being just after some windy days, with a SW swell still running, the reef breaks violently into spectacular plums of confused seas...John wants to snorkel this area and I say," NO WAY!" Maybe later on a calmer day. We find another spot and drop into a beautiful coral landscape.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't get enough of these warm waters and beach on Euakafa Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Reef breaks and confused seas off Euakafa Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The coral comes in many colors...pink is pretty!</td></tr>
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We look up what causes the different colors of coral? and discover its the shallow waters with sunlight and different algaes that attach and cause the colors...<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algae">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algae</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always something to look at up close...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This coral group is Acropora formosa...looks like a pile of antlers!</td></tr>
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3-23-14 Sunday Snorkeling<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out for a Sunday snorkel....</td></tr>
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Sunday begins with beautiful puffy, white clouds, our signal that good weather is here for a few days...good weather means light to no winds, clear skies and mellow seas. We decide to go for Sunday Snorkel. Out to the reefs east of Euakafa Island. It is here we have discovered beautiful corals and drop offs to explore. This day, the water is exceptionally clear!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful coral shows through clear water breaking over the reef</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gliding through a shallow sandy patch of reef</td></tr>
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Surprisingly, the water is not as clear as on top at the surface looking down...we drop into a slightly cloudy world with a cool upwelling temperature and particles (food) floating about making for milky visibility. This is good feeding grounds and we see plenty of good sized fish...but, no sharks, this time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Variety of coral...too bad the colors don't show</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun reflection of John snorkeling</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out in the middle of nowhere...sooo clear!</td></tr>
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We zoom around in the dinghy exploring different reefs...and we see a chartered sailboat anchored out off Tuanga Island...we decide to stop and say "Hello" to four biologists from Idaho snorkeling in the calm blue waters....get to talking and discover that I went to high school with one of the gals! Can you believe it? We both went to Saratoga High, in northern bay area of California, she graduated in 1971 and I in 1972...what a small world! We both lamented that we didn't know each other, but still...we knew we shared some of the same experiences at Saratoga High...anyway, just thought that was really funny! They had never been to Tonga before, and just decided to charter on off season on a whim! One is a Captain, so knows a little about handling a sailboat. All said how nice it is to be in these largely unpopulated, awesome diving/ sailing grounds of Tonga! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A peaceful morning at the Reef Resort </td></tr>
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"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain<br />
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My favorite quote by Mark Twain was the main reason we left our comfortable home and sailed off into the sunset 1/12 years ago... and then... returning to Tonga to care take the Reef Resort, just to see what it's like to actually LIVE on an island!<br />
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It's been a little over one month, now. Our island “job” was planned months ago when we sailed through the Vava’u group and met the owners of the Reef Resort. They needed a vacation and we volunteered to come back and “house sit” for three months.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flying over the "Coral Garden", photo by Doug Wagner</td></tr>
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We are living the “dream” as they say, living on a remote island away from the bustle of town and people. The only way in is by boat to the main town of Nieafu, not far, but far enough away to be quiet and lonely and yes, a little bored! We have “toys” to keep us busy; an inflatable dinghy with outboard to take us snorkeling on the many coral reefs that surround the islands, a larger travel boat for schlepping the groceries and beer and two stand up paddleboards. We have many chores to attend to as well; feeding the dog and three cats, checking on the five fales (guesthouses), keeping the electricity going via solar power and generator and keeping the pigs off the property! We really are very busy! I even hand wash my clothes reserving a big load to use the washing machine. We have oodles of books and movies and music on CDs but we just can’t bring ourselves to watch TV when there is so much natural beauty to watch!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relaxing at the Reef Resort...</td></tr>
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So here we are…in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on an island in Tonga. On Kapa island to be specific. Managing a closed resort. It’s a little like being on a sailboat. Alone and self contained. We have to be self–sufficient, trouble-shoot any breakdowns. Like today, the gas-powered refrigerator is not staying cold. John pulls it apart and checks the thermostat…it is out. What to do? There’s no buying a new refrigerator here. It might take months to get from New Zealand. Luckily, we are able to borrow a small electric cooler used in one of the guest cottages. Gotta have cold beer! (We ordered a new thermostat to be air mailed). Similar breakdowns happened while we were sailing. Things we took for granted at home, like working appliances...when not working are major problems on an island. It’s a little like camping, though; we do have some great luxuries here, like solar power, Polynesian furnished rooms, great showers and high-speed internet! So, it’s not all that bad!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our living room with a view!</td></tr>
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We have to manage our use of energy. We have ten solar panels that fill a bank of batteries. That is our power source. If the sun doesn’t shine one day, our batteries kick in draw down amps. We need electricity for the cooling fans, the refrigerator and washing machine and lights, but we usually go to bed when the sun goes down, so don’t really use the lights. This all adds up to energy used. We use diesel fuel to run the generator to top off the battery bank. <br />
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Once a week we go to town, for groceries and fuel if we need it. Some times we take a village neighbor if they need a ride. Into the travel boat across the channel to our parked car, schlep the diesel and gas containers into town to fill up and then schlep all fuel and groceries back to boat. Hopefully, the boat is not “high and dry”! The boat must be anchored just right off the beach depending on the tides…anchor too close and you will have a beached boat at low tide! It happened one time! We paid several strapping young men to help push the boat back into the water! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our friend, Doug Wagner comes to visit...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day out on the SUP's</td></tr>
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Our friend Doug Wagner came to visit and stayed for two weeks! We had a great time. He helped with our many maintenance chores, even vacuumed the main living fale, which was over-the-top in my opinion, but made Doug happy!<br />
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He brought many "goodies" for us (chocolate and tequila) parts for the outboard motor and school supplies for the neighboring village. We made a special dinner every night and, lobster was served often.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is three lobsters too much for one person?</td></tr>
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On Sunday, we went to a Tongan feast at Ene'io Botanical Gardens where we enjoyed a roast pig complimented by other Tongan foods. We met some local people and walked the gardens with Haniteli, the owner who was getting his plants identified by visiting botanists. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roast pig Tongan style!</td></tr>
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One LONG day we spent at customs receiving a large package...a dinghy ordered by the resort owner. We all got to see how frustrating the procedure of duty and customs is in Tonga. It’s antiquated and slow. Too many “chiefs” and not enough forward motion! Doug was a real trooper to waste some of his vacation time with our “busy” work. <br />
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In the end, it was worth it as we opened the package and assembled an inflatable dinghy and got to use it for our next day snorkeling adventure! What an improvement over the clunky travel boat we had been using!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice, but slow and fuel guzzling boat we used before the dinghy arrived...</td></tr>
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We explored many reefs and Doug was able to swim in the Swallows Cave and the “Coral Garden” a popular dive spot mentioned in the guidebooks as THE spot to snorkel! We didn't join him this time as the tide demanded a "swim-in"through breakers and I'm just not up that hardy of an adventure!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swallow's Cave</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful fish, photo by Doug Wagner</td></tr>
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I visited the Otea Village, our Tongan neighbors on Kapa Island and delivered the school supplies that Doug had brought; pencils, notebooks and colored paper. They were most appreciative. The teacher had 17 kids in one class room. It is festive and looks like fun! She said they could use English reading books for ages 5-13 years old. Maybe I can get my USA friends to send some?</div>
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Another Tongan meal was made for us by our neighbors, Sione and Ana...roast pig in the wild!<br />
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Most days it rains…the weather changes daily. Puffy white clouds turn into dark thunder squalls, the faucet turns on and it pours, then its over, the sun comes out and a cooling breeze clears the sky.<br />
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Yesterday, we went exploring out to a far reef near Fanua Tapu pass. We saw the storm clouds on the horizon, with dark rain coming our way. But it looked like it was moving slow and would pass to the south of us…we continued our snorkeling on a undiscovered reef…look what I see? A back-tipped reef shark! Our first sighting in Tonga! Nice to finally see a shark. It’s proof that the reef is alive and healthy with a complete eco system, including sharks.<br />
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Today, I’m laying low sheltered from the sun, staying indoors…seems I sunburned my lips to such a degree they erupted into cold sores (herpes simplex virus)…bummer. Not much else to do here if not snorkeling or swimming.<br />
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I’m reading a good book…and looking out to the water…waiting for my wounds to heal..so boring…<br />
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March 13 2014<br />
Lips are still blistered, though slowly healing…might as well go snorkeling. I protected my lips from the sun wearing a bandanna like a bank robber. Looks silly!<br />
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We snorkeled the “Coral Garden” today! This is the famous dive spot mentioned earlier, that Doug swam into. It's problematic to get into in the wrong tide. You either walk over dry reef(on a low tide) or swim through breakers to the drop-off(on a high tide)…well, we just dinghyed on the ocean side at high tide on a calm day and dropped an anchor in the calm swells...perfect!<br />
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Our anchor is non destructive as it's made of dive weights on chain so it won't catch on a coral head and break it. We dropped in over a beautiful carpet of multi-colored corals…as good as everyone says! It is a blanket of many different kinds rolling softly down into deep blue water of a pass.<br />
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Lots of fish, too and our pleasant surprise of a black-tipped reef shark swimming by to check us out! <br />
Again, a shark sighting is my note to end the snorkel session. Even though, reef sharks are generally “harmless”, I still feel they are “checking us out for possible food. Still it was good to see the shark as it means this is a healthy reef with plenty of fish. Back in the dinghy, we “beat” our way back around Nuapapu through the “washing-machine” confused waves caused by bouncing off the sides of the islands making for an uncomfortable ride back to our home on Kapa island.<br />
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The days come and go, the rains come and go...and the pace of living on an island slows the mind and body. The heat keeps physical activity to a minimum. I say tomorrow, "I'll go paddling...and the day slips away...as I sip chilled coconut milk in the shade.<br />
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Greetings from the Kingdom of Tonga! I thought I’d give you readers a little insight about living on an island in the Vava’u group of the Tongan Islands.<br />
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We arrived late January to care take the Reef Resort for the owners, Josef and Renate. We had met them earlier on sailing through the islands this past September. We anchored in front of this beautiful open restaurant surrounded by five “fales” (guesthouses) overlooking the beach of Kapa Island and decided to stop for a beer. The owners were very welcoming, though we couldn’t stay for dinner as most of these island resorts only prepare food for the “private paying guest”, but they could offer a cold beer!<br />
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We enjoyed ourselves so much that we visited a few more times and during our conversations asked,” if they ever needed someone to “house sit” while they took a vacation?,” we would be interested…well, you guessed it…we sold our boat in Australia...and here we are, feeding the dog, the three cats, keeping the cockroaches at a minimum and keeping the pigs out! That is pretty much our “job description” as we care take the resort for three months.<br />
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This is summer time in Tonga, December through April. It is just the opposite of our winter months in the northern hemisphere. The water temp is about 85 and the air temp about the same. The humidity can be in the 90s but mostly there is a fresh tropical breeze blowing so you dont feel the hot sun or the sweat dripping down your back. The weather changes daily; in the morning we can wake up to a clear sky and by mid-day a rain squall is passing through soaking the ground. And when it rains here...its like someone turned on the faucet! It just dumps for a half an hour, then its over and the sun comes out again. Swimming in these warmer water temps is weird at first because there is not much temp difference to the air temp, but dive a little deeper and the water is cooler. <br />
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We hear to watch out for stinging jelly fish because of the warmer climes, but I haven't seen any, yet. Tonga gets one cyclone every so often this time of year, so that is why (besides the whales leaving for the anartic) the sailing and tourist season shuts down. Tonga gets hit by one cyclone every ten years or so. You probably heard about the category 5 Cyclone Ian, that came barreling down on the islands in January? It was headed for the Vava'u group, but changed direction and clobbered the middle of Tonga, the Ha'api group of islands instead. Leveled them. They are already low lying atolls and getting hit by 120knt of wind wiped out houses and crops. All infrastructure has to be rebuilt. Thankfully, only one person died. Aid from New Zealand and our US Peace Corp are helping out. That said, Tonga won't be having (ususally) another cyclone this year! Lucky for us!<br />
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Our view from our deck is blue-green waters over a shallow reef pass between two islands. We are like on a big boat now, managing the energy consumption by monitoring the solar panels to see if they keep up with our energy needs. The resort is closed for off season and its just the two of us, so we don’t use much energy, unless we want to run the washing machine or have an espresso, then we need to be mindful of our energy. <br />
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One of John’s job is a daily trek up the hill to the battery bank to check the amps usage, if it’s below a certain percentage, he turns on the huge generator to top off the batteries. Mostly the sun generates enough power for us. Pretty cool. this power system is called the Outback (Kenwood Energy would approve of our system). When the resort is full of guests they use the generator more often for all those cappuccinos and cold beer!<br />
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We have help at the resort, too. Sione, a Tongan from the neighboring village on Otea, comes to help with the yard work, mows the grass, weeds and walks the 5-acres perimeter to check that the electric fence is still working to keep the pigs out. <br />
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Did I mention there are a lot of pigs in Tonga? Pigs on the beach, pigs in the road, momma pigs and baby piglets and pigs just about everywhere! The Tongans save pigs for special occasion feasts, like Sunday dinners and weddings and so there are a lot of pigs just waiting to be meals… and while they are waiting they wonder around foraging and rutting up the grounds. This doesn’t look good for a resort, so our job is to keep the pigs out!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John's daily trek up the hill to check power supply.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The battery bank of the Outback system</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pig Power.. good for cleaning up the trash!</td></tr>
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We are on Kapa Island, one of the larger inhabited islands of the Vava’u group. We get to town by boating one mile across an open channel to the main island of Pangaimotu, Then pick up a car parked in a friend’s yard in the village of Talihau and then drive twenty minutes to the town, Neiafu where we do our shopping at the fresh open market and buy supplies at the Chinese market. There is a small influence of Chinese here in Tonga who own most of the markets. That's where we can buy beer only. The Tongan stores don't sell alcohol. We have lunch at one of the many restaurants who are trying to survive the “off season” when the tourists have are gone. Our small contribution of dollars helps.<br />
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Vava’u is known for its Humpback Whale watching and tourists come to “swim with the whales”. It is one of only three places left in the world that allows swimming near a mother and her baby calf!<br />
<a href="http://www.whalewatchvavau.com/about.html">http://www.whalewatchvavau.com/about.html</a> There are several whale watching companies to choose a tour with! The Tongans are making quite a living catering to this tourism industry along with sport fishing these activities sustain the economy for the year. Just barely.<br />
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Most business owners are palangis (white expatriates) and there isn’t very much trickle down to the Tongans., though there are more Tongans starting their own businesses. Many young people go off to work in New Zealand or Australia and send money back to their families in the islands.<br />
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Most tourists come here for the water. The water is visibility is spectacular sometimes as much as 100 ft. with colorful coral reefs to explore that are amazingly alive. and there are the whales to swim with! Tonga is a place waiting to be discovered. It’s still a little “third world” by our standards and its not for everyone. Air travel is spotty and can be cancelled at any moment due to weather. This contributes to the cost factor of getting here. Surviving the daily gauntlet of people, pigs and potholes and a general “laid-back” approach to living is a little overwhelming for some visitors. Only the well traveled will enjoy the simple Tongan ways. We are still learning.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fishin' ...hope we got good bait..</td></tr>
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Our care taking position ends in May when the owners return. We then return to our home in Kenwood, California. It’s been a long journey, almost two years away from home! It’s been a “vacation” of a lifetime and one we are so grateful to have experienced!<br />
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But, I’m also looking forward to home ground, again, too. More later...<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-60166397262740700132014-01-29T15:32:00.001-08:002014-01-30T13:37:04.373-08:00Tasmania! Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tasmania Part -2<br />
We drive inland away from the coast and vacation crowds to find beautiful rolling hills dotted with grazing sheep and cattle. We drive through ranches, orchards and vineyards. This is dairy country much like our home in Sonoma County, California.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hear the "Bonanza" theme song.... where's Little Joe?</td></tr>
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We drive through historic Campbell Town famous for the Red Bridge built in late 1800’s by convict labor. This is the dark history of Australia and Tasmania when England sent convicts to these islands for life. They built everything; bridges, roads, buildings and worked in the mines, or cleared forests. Today the convicts are honored for their labor, but of course during those times it was gruesome conditions and many died doing slave labor. Campbell Towns Bridge was built with some 1.2 million hand made bricks. There is with a memorial plaque to remind us. They say 4 out of 5 Tasmanians have convicts in their ancestry! In Campbell Town is a path along main street of memorial bricks with each convicts name, where they came from ( mostly England) the crimes committed and the sentence given….most died as prisoners, but some paid off their debt to society and were given freedom.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Bridge in Campbell Town built by convicts.</td></tr>
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I found the crimes interesting and minor and not fitting of the sentences levied, yet England was overcrowded and needed people to colonize their new territories…so went the convicts to Australia and (estimated 70,000) to Tasmania .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting crimes committed....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stole a bag of wheat to feed his 15 children...10 years for the crime!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another sign of the poverty in those days...</td></tr>
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We drive trough wide-open spaces…and poppy fields! Tasmania produces 50% of the worldest medicinal opium! Electric fencing protects the fields. And a big “KEEP OUT” sign posted.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blooming poppy fields. Tasmania grows large export of medicinal opium.</td></tr>
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Mining is still a big industry here, too with gold being the first big discovery as well as tin, copper and other minerals. Each new discovery brought new waves of settlers and towns grew up along the route to the shipping ports. Forests are still clear cut, chipped (pine or eucalyptus) and exported for paper.<br />
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Once we got off the main tourist route onto interior side roads we discovered the “under pants” the ugly remains of logging and mining that has scarred the countryside.<br />
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One place in particular, Queenstown is still a working copper mining town. We were so depressed by the scarred hills, we just drove on through (sorry no photos). I can only describe the vast canyon hole and barren hills left from acid rain surrounding the town was ugly and depressing to see. The King river that runs through town is colored orange from years of copper runoff. There are no fish and the vegetation is sparse. The coppers mine have changed mining practices for the better, but they say it will be years before vegetation comes back to the hills.. We pulled into this town looking like it was struggling to survive with worn out homes and people... we decided to drive on through... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kroll, a cat-like-raccoon creature raids our camp!</td></tr>
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Anyway, we get cranky if we don’t have a campsite for the night. The Adventure in a camper van.…where will we camp for the night? We don’t mind staying in the rough for one or two nights, but after that, we really would like a shower and proper toilets…and Internet? That would be nice, but we drive on and end up camping next to the boat ramp on a fishing reservoir. Nice. That night we were raided by the curious Kroll, a cat-like creature with spots!<br />
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WE LOVE Tasmania for its pristine waters and pristine environment!(excluding the mining towns)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pyengana Dairy ranch...looks a lot like California!</td></tr>
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9-1-14<br />
Pyengana Valley. Stop in for lunch at the Pyengan Dairy Company. Award winning cheddar cheese is made on site with tastings and the cheese making process to watch while enjoying the surrounding green valley and high mountains. Best micro-brew tasted, too…Moo Brew<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moo Brew...best ale so far!</td></tr>
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Finally, a warm sunny day! We drive through fields of rolled hay and stop at Weldborough Hotel for a beer…this is an historic roadside hotel in the middle of nowhere, but historic because of the "Tin Rush" that blazed through here in the 1800's. Now its home to travelers like us, passing through. We camp in the sunny field behind the hotel. Perfect. They also host a yearly mountain bike race where 600 riders camp and drink beer!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Weldborough Hotel ... with micro- brews on tap!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahh...sun and relaxing spot for the night in Weldborough</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day of hiking...4 hrs looking for the trail leading to the top...wrong turn?</td></tr>
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Down the road again....to Moorina. At one time this bustling town was home to over 1000 people mostly Chinese laborers. An interesting memorial stands in the town of Moorina.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Memorial for Chinese mining laborers in Moorina.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chinese laborers in Tasmania</td></tr>
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The Tin Trail is an historical route winding through the valley mining towns along the route to the coast for shipping out either at Bridport or Strahan. We are following through the mountains… Derby is our next mining town. I take the museum tour and am the only one in a large empty movie room showing a wonderful informational documentary of the “tin era” how it shaped the land, the catastrophe when the Cascade Dam collapsed and washed the town of Derby clean away and why tin was such an important material…especially during the WWs when canned foods was needed, tin roofs for buildings and tin toys before plastic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Tin Can invention sparks the "Tin Rush" in Tasmania</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toys were made of tin before plastic</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gingerbread style bank in mining town of Derby</td></tr>
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13-1-14<br />
A Few Days in Bridport…<br />
Continuing on to Bridport a popular beach resort town filled with a young hip vibe, families on the beach and good restaurants. We secure a campsite on a grassy knoll with an ocean view and enjoy walking along the beach.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> North coast Bridport Bay and beach</td></tr>
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We treat ourselves to dinner at the Bridport Bay Inn . It seems a few days camping out camping requires a reward of eating in a restaurant!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Local fried scallops a specialty and served with the roe...yummm!</td></tr>
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John orders the roasted farm raised Wallaby with potatoes… when is he ever going to try it again?! Tastes just like a good roast beef! I ordered a plate of fresh oysters followed by a Caesar salad then fried local calamari and prawns. It was a great dinner....and pricey. We find is expensive, but we may be comparing to Mexico and Fiji which had great value for the "buck". Australia and Tasmania are similar to America prices for food, if not higher. Beer and alcohol is over the top! Taxes!<br />
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The downside of the day was our camper van died…the alternator quit…so we called the rental company who were very quick to pay for a new one replaced by the local mechanic. We only lost one day…but didn’t even notice as we spent the day walking along the beach looking out to the Bass Straits. The weather has calmed and warmed over the last two weeks. Finally, we can say it’s HOT! The bay is shallow sand and the reflecting color is bright turquoise!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The colors are unreal!</td></tr>
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The camper van is older with some 3500km on the mileage dial. There was something bound to fail. I as the driver, still had a hard time finding the right gears and crammed the shifter into a wrong gear sometimes.. Ooops! After the new alternator was installed, the engine seems stronger and we never had another problem.<br />
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Mole Creek<br />
Day of driving still inland from Bridport through small towns, Westbury, Deloranie and each town claims historic buildings to visit, brick cathedrals and quaint shops many still in use from the 1800s. We quess because there are no earthquakes in Tasmania the buildings remain undisturbed?<br />
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We detour to visit the only Salmon and ginseng farm in Tasmania? The company is called 41* South and is a farm deep in a eucalyptus forest. The salmon are farm-raised in large steel tanks. Its one of the biggest exports, farm raised salmon. I question the practice in my mind, but wild salmon IS being depleted and so this may be the sustainable alternative? The company sold other products, like smoked salmon( so delicous) ginseng tea, honey and wines. Yes, there are many wineries in Tasmania…and I didn’t get chance to go to one (I did discover a suburb sauvignon Blanc called Ninth Island even Mike Lee would’ve thumbs up) mainly, because it takes time to “taste wine” and we just didn’t take the time. And besides, I live in the best wine country, Sonoma County!<br />
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Mole Creek Karst National Park<br />
We check into the local information desk and learn about the many limestone caves in the area, Marakoopa and King Solomon. John is not keen on paying $20 for a guided tour with many other tourists in a lighted cave…so local knowledge tells us of the Wet Caves.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Wet Caves were awesome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kind of creepy...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John loves exploring these caves!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much to see, so much to hike...so little time!</td></tr>
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16-1-14<br />
Higgs Track<br />
Still camping in Mole Creek...decide on another adventurous hike up the face of the Great Western Tiers. These are the grand rocks that surround this valley. The trail was cut in 1897 by early trappers and it literally goes straight up out of a canyon through rain forest and climbs out over boulders to an alpine meadow. We climbed slowly 200 ft vertical feet in 2 hours to the top.<br />
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But, it was worth it! The view was grand overlooking the Mole creek Valley below. At the top was a meadow of colorful peat still bogged and damp from snow melt. We felt we were in the High Sierras! We walked lightly on a trail leading to our destination, Lady Lake Hut.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lady Lake Hut</td></tr>
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Every track warns of the changing weather in Tasmania that can catch hikers unprepared. These huts are for hiker to take shelter. The refurbished hut is wooden with a wall lined in bunks, a table and chairs, cooking hot belly stove and water from a rain catchment system. Off in the distance strategically placed above water level is the out house. What a great hiker's destination!<br />
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We notice it is occupied with backpacker's gear and sleeping bags... and so just leave a note that we were there for a rest, water and snack. This is one of seven back country shelter huts being restored by conservationists for present-day hikers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">King of the Mountain!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">QUEEN OF THE MOUNTAIN!</td></tr>
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Next we stop at the waterfalls at the bottom of the trail...a little "skinny dipping" and we call it a full day! We are exhausted, but happy to have spent the day on the trail and visited the hiker's hut.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mercer Falls is refreshingly cold!</td></tr>
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Back at the camp, our host tells where we can see a platypus...so down the road we go to the specific bridge and there they are... a family swimming and diving for food. Our first ever platypus sighting! <br />
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More Mole Creek…<br />
Another claim to fame for the Mole Creek Township is the last sighting of the now extinct Tasmanian tiger was seen here in 1987. Seems the early settlers killed all the tigers (they look like scrawny dogs) because one or two little sheep were missing…Anyway, the town has adopted this theme to market and so we stopped in to meet the locals at the Tasmanian Tiger Bar. I tell you it’s the best way to learn about the town and its history by hanging out with the locals.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sheffield is famous for painted murals on buildings</td></tr>
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On the road again… to the town of Sheffield, a quirky eccentric-kind of town with antiques, tourists and ex-hippies. We stop for coffee and a picture with a pet llama. “That'll be two dollars,” says the pet owner who is trying to make a living from the tourists. I gladly pay and get a wet llama kiss! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kiss!</td></tr>
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This town is the turn-off towards Cradle Mountain National Park, a popular park much like our Yosemite in California. Many hikers undertake the difficult 5-day Overland Track through undisturbed nature (Sarah Miller are you reading this?) We plan to drive through and the high plateau and camp on the south entrance at Lake St Claire, thus missing the tourist crowds, again.<br />
Lake St Claire is Tasmania and Australia’s largest natural lake formed by glaciers. The setting is beautiful and reminds me of our Lake Tahoe. Even though we are only at 2,500 ft elevation it gets snow!<br />
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The Ranger Center is also an informative museum and we learn about the animals and how this area was carved by glaciations and that 30% of Tasmania had been declared World Heritage Designated, a title that sounds impressive, but in reality, only protects land from development until maybe its needed.. When reading the World Heritage criteria, a country only has to meet 1 out of 10 criterias ( learn more: <a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/faq">http://whc.unesco.org/en/faq</a> ) to be nominated as a World Heritage site…Tasmania meets 7 of these! This island is pretty special. And this is where two sides of Tasmania conflict: the Conservationists (tree-huggers, not my words) and the Conservatives (industry& jobs) are vying for power.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the middle of the Tasmania!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing the Franklin River on a suspension cable bridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always a wooden track over a fragile watershed...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man ferns on track to St Columba Falls</td></tr>
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After touring this beautiful country, we think Tasmania will eventually become a “Boutique Island” saved and preserved for tourism in the future. The lumber, mining and ranching industries are struggling to stay alive as young families move off the island to make a living. It’s a hard call when a mine closes and a family is out of work. But, I do hope tourism and conservation will be the stewards of the future. Tasmania is such a special place and needs preservation!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake St Claire National Park</td></tr>
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From Lake St Claire we drove straight through to Hobart to drop off our camper van and catch a plane out on Jan 21 to Tonga! We ran out of time!<br />
We easily could’ve spent another three weeks touring Tasmania. There is so much to see…We passed on ferrying to the off islands, Flinders, Bruny and Maria due to time constraints and stayed away from the big cities, Hobart and Launceton. We purposely avoided the high tourists spots choosing a quieter path far from the madding crowds.. That was our choice. Another visitor might choose a different path. We enjoyed the 19 days that we had and filled each day.<br />
Thanks for the memories, Tasmania!<br />
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Ok..that's all for now...Whew! It's hard work keeping up with this blog...and this is OLD NEWS now, 'cause we're ba-aack in Tonga! I have internet 24/7...so no excuses for not posting!<br />
Malo!<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-11131129932672663512014-01-19T22:29:00.001-08:002014-06-05T07:51:31.016-07:00Tasmania! Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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January 1 2014<br />
Tasmania In Springtime …Brrrrr!<br />
Our first day in Tasmania is cold and rainy…we just got off the plane to a cold and rainy overcast day. The temp is around 50 degrees. <br />
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This is not what we expected. We're not prepared with warm clothes, don’t have a clue where we are going and don't have any reservations for camping! This is summer vacation season and most camper parks are booked. We’ve not traveled this loose before and feel a little nervous about the unknowns.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first night...in a van down by the ocean!</td></tr>
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Luckily, I did pre-book a camper van, the last “backpacker model” available. December is the extremely busy time for Australia as summer vacations and Christmas holidays roll into the same holiday. Everyone has the same idea to caravan camp in Tasmania. The Tassie Motor Shack rental company host picks us up at the airport and gives instructions on how to camp in a motor van. It’s really quite well equipped with gas cooking hotplate, bed, linens and water…plus a shovel for the toilet facilities! Our camper guide offers advise on free camping along the way with maps. We note the many state and National parks have camping sites…here we go…its a new adventure being vagabonds on the road! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First views of Tasmania's wild coast</td></tr>
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Off we go down the road. Our tentative plan is to drive counterclockwise around the island starting from Hobart , heading east to Port Arthur, up to St Helen’s, north as far as Bridport, then to Launceston and back to Hobart down the central highway…all in 19 days! <br />
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We drive only 50km away from Hobart airport and stop in the town of Sorrell to stock up on supplies at the local supermarket as instructed by our camper van guide. We were not the only ones…most of the store was filled with other backpackers and campers grabbing the last bits of civilization before heading south into the region of the Tasman Peninsula. The parking lot was filled with all types of rigs, campers and motor homes and camper vans!<br />
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Onward we drive another 60km. its getting dark and we still don’t know where we can stop. Now, both of us are snapping at each other” let’s pull over right here”... "No! We can’t just stop here!” We drive a bit more until we see a secluded newly made cul-de-sac in a new home development…”Here, this is a good spot”…we circle around like a wagon in a wild west caravan until we settle on the perfect location, one that blocks the wind and provides privacy from the road…so many things to think about! Set up our little camp, which consists of pulling out the rain cover, set up the folding table and chairs. Done. Our first night in Tasmania, camped along the road. True vagabonds. So glamorous<br />
We have views over a grassland meadow. The ocean bay is a few yards away across the road…not too bad for our first night camping. But tomorrow we booked the last campsite at the Port Arthur Holiday Park in the Tasman National Park.<br />
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“Edge of the World” –<br />
We stopped in a small market and while talking with the locals, we were directed to an awesome hike out to Cape Raoul Lookout – a two-hour hike to rocky bluff cliffs overlooking the coastline. Fantastic views while being pelted with gale-force winds blowing, the hold-on-to your- hat- kind of winds created a powerful experience and we felt like we were on the edge of the world…which is kind of true…next land stop would be Antarctica. We were looking across the Tasman Sea experiencing “the roaring forties” so often heard about. And referring to the 40th degree of latitude where strong winds are common . Many shipwrecks are noted along these shores. The seas were frothy with white caps blown flat and we saw waterspouts picked up by the strong winds travel across our view! It looks like tornadoes. We are both so glad we are NOT on a sailboat in these waters!<br />
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1-3-2014<br />
With no plans we head out this morning for a walk to find. Tasmania is known for miles of well-signed walking trails. Today, we turned up a road with a sign for Craig’s Cliffs and Lookout. This track was not as well used as some others and we found ourselves bush-walking through the forest. There were orange directional arrows tacked to the trees that showed our way into a rain forest of giant tree ferns and wet eucalyptus. Quiet, and creepy...we see no other people all day.<br />
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We came to a view of the valley. Not as spectacular as the roaring coastline, but impressive still. Today was an overcast cloudy calm day and much appreciated.<br />
We’ve talked to the locals who all say this is an unusual year of weather for Tasmania.. High winds and cold temperatures so far.<br />
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1-4-14<br />
There are no “homeless” in Tasmania, only people living in camper-vans! We laugh about our homeless wanderings! This night we stay in the Port Arthur Holiday park. Nice visitors...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first snake sighting...will find out which venomous snake this is...</td></tr>
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On to Fortescue Bay in Tasman National Park.. down a rough gravel road to a beautiful horse-shoe shaped bay with white sands and turquoise waters. The winds are still horrendous, 60 mph gusts, the bay flashed with white caps. The would ather sit inside somewhere, but we have no place to go to warm up…so we go for a hike out the point to Cape Hauy. <br />
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This turns out to be our favorite hike so far! A fabulous stepping stone constructed trail that ends right on the farthest southern point on Tasmania. We could see miles of coastline in either direction. <br />
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7-1-14<br />
Wineglass Bay, Freycinet National Park<br />
On Swansea and stayed in a busy family park for the night. Did I mention it is summer vacation for all of Australia? We are lucky to find a spot, but there are kids running through our"space" and its just not what we were expecting...next night we stay at a backpackers lodge..camp in the meadow and used the common kitchen facilities...very nice with a bottle shop next door and wood fired pizza..more our style!<br />
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We hiked out to Wineglass Bay beach, a famous postcard picture of turquoise waters and white sand beach. This park is similar to our Yosemite in that its famous and crowed with tourists. We are part of the crowd so I can't really complain too much, but we hiked single file solid with people two miles to this beautiful beach! We decide to head inland off the busy coast to escape the madding crowds... the only downside that we see in Tasmania so far. Its too discovered!<br />
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We drive inland at St Helen's hoping to escape the " March of the Caravans" stopping high on a ridge in a eucalyptus forest...alone at last...more later...<br />
<br />John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-24521889132025197692014-01-16T13:16:00.001-08:002015-12-05T09:48:45.763-08:00Australia ..New Years in Manly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1-28-13<br />
We left Sydney and crossed the Harbor Bridge to the beach town resort of Manly. This is where the action is! Families and surfers crowd the miles of white sand beaches and play in the turquoise blue-green water. The lifeguards constantly shooed the swimmers out of the surf where posted signs warned of strong currents!<br />
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As long as you had a paddle board of some kind, they let you swim beyond the break. We boogie boarded and had a great time. This is the kind of beaches I was expecting in Australia.<br />
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We’ll spend New Year’s Eve here watching the local fireworks over the bay. We rented a room (airbnb.com) in a charming cottage right on the Manly beach walk. It was literally steps from our house to the park where we walked to the beach each day! It was like being in Santa Monica, Cailf...busy with vacationers at their summer homes. We thought we were renting a cottage, but turned out we rented only a room in a cottage so we shared the kitchen and bath with our gracious hostess, Isabella.<br />
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New Years celebration is a big deal in Sydney. Every hotel was booked months in advance…so our next choice was to try the online rental service, “airbnb.com” and it was hard to get a timely response from the owners…so if you try this type of service plan for some delay. We were almost homeless for two nights in Sydney!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our room in a cute cottage on the beach.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our hostess, Isabella dressed for New Years party!</td></tr>
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Manly too, was packed with tourists and locals vacationing. We decided to buy food and eat in as the p restaurants raise their prices this time of year! On New Year’s Eve, we grabbed some chairs, snacks and champagne and toasted the New Years in!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for the fireworks overlooking Manly harbor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toasting to the New Year 2014!</td></tr>
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We parked on the hill just outside our cottage and waited with all the families for the fireworks show! It was a fun!<br />
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We enjoyed our Manly stay.<br />
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Next morning, Jan 1 we will fly to Tasmania for more new adventures!<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-89127639878794345102013-12-30T14:23:00.003-08:002013-12-30T14:34:16.589-08:00Sydney City Sights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Exploring Sydney<br />
We arrived and survived driving a large camper van through the downtown streets of Sydney! It took us one hour through a maze of streets to get the campervan drop off…the GPS kept instructing a route to by pass “toll roads” and thus sending us all over and around the city. Finally, we get to the drop off destination...<br />
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Thanks to John who happened to book a “secret hotel deal” online, we ended up at the Sydney Boulevard Hotel within walking distance of the Opera House! Amazing!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Views over Sydney from our 17th floor hotel</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sydney Opera House viewed from Circular Quay</td></tr>
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The hotel has just offered a new room overlooking the Sydney Harbor with its fabulous view! We can see all the sights; St. Mary’s Cathedral, the marina with boats coming and going, the top of the Opera House, the botanical gardens, the Harbor Bridge, the downtown buildings of the CBD district and the monorail passing over the freeways. This will be a treat for us, as we don’t often visit large cities. Especially, since we’ve been virtually camping on a boat for over a year!<br />
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We’ve spent the last two days walking the sights; the Rock district where we discovered the Rocks Brewery and found our favorite home brew so, the Circular Quay, Darling Harbor and all along the way stopping for a beer at the local pubs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Favorite pub in the Rocks</td></tr>
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It’s a big city similar to San Francisco, but different in that there are many 18th century building preserved and re-used as shops and restaurants that make this city charming!<br />
Our first night we discovered at trendy back street lined with boutique restaurants; there was Mediterranean, Italian, Japanese Sushi, Indian and Argentinean cuisines offered…we chose the fusion-Vietnamese restaurant offering stir-frys and exotic décor…it was delicious, but pricey.<br />
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The next night, we dined at Brazilian BBQ. The one price meal includes an all-you can-eat of several roasted meats served with assorted roasted vegetables and fruits accompanied by beans potatoes and rice. The delicious BBQ meats are passed by waiters as they come hot off the grill. It was an interesting pace of dining and we were full in minutes! Lots of meats to try; lamb, peppered sirloin, bacon wrapped chicken, pork and chicken hearts! Grilled pineapple and deep fried bananas finish our meal.<br />
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Sydney has proved to be a very culturally diverse city that I was hoping to experience. In fact, we seem to be the minority. The streets are filled with international tourists. There are many Chinese and Indians living and working here as well as Italians…still very few Aboriginals or blacks. The only indigent people we see are native dressed entertainers performing down along the wharfs.<br />
The large botanical gardens that wraps around the Opera house on the Circular Quay is a peaceful place to escape the city buzz. Much like the Golden Gate Park in San Francisco…a welcome green-ness to rest and recover.<br />
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We enjoy the coolness as we pass through on several occasions on our walks through the city. In two days, Sydney prepares for its largest event of the year, New Years Eve fireworks over the harbor. The workers are busy putting up barricades and constructing the firework towers. We walk across the Harbor bridge to get a better view of the city. So much activity! We watch ferries come and go and the tourist crowds are thick on the streets! It seems all of Australia has come for the fireworks!<br />
Next we move to Manly, a neighboring suburb across the bridge on the north side of Sydney Harbor. <br />
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Good-bye Sydney!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s Christmas in Australia! And yet the hot tropical sun peaking through puffy white Cumulonimbus clouds reminds us that we are in a subtropical climate. Its hot when the pure sun pops out! There is constant moisture rolling across the sky in varied cloud formations sometimes a thunderstorm with lightning forms, but always a changing skyscape.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could be a storm...or not...clouds pass through everyday</td></tr>
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We walk a lot to Scarborough or Redcliffe. We don’t have a car. We take the bus if we need to. It’s just like sailing…a slow process and every errand takes longer. We know the route to the shopping center, we know the bus drivers. We are part of the daily round of young, old and disabled. We comment on how friendly the drivers are and how clean the buses are kept.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa pictures on the beach in Redcliffe</td></tr>
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We brave the “Super Mall” on a Saturday packed with Holiday shoppers! This is a friendly reminder of the reason we went sailing in the first place… the ocean is far, far away from “this madness of people”!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas shoppers in "Super Mall"!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delicious bakery goodies!</td></tr>
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One day we rent a car to see more sights…up into the mountains we go along an old logging road, Hwy 58. We stop for lunch along with many other “Sunday-out-for-a-drivers” at the Old Crown Hotel in Dayboro, built in 1813. It’s over 100 years old and a landmark to the original pioneers that settled this area. “Timber-getters” they were called and they stripped the land of all the hardwoods, leaving the cleared lands open for the next wave - cattle and dairy settlers. What remains are clear open green rolling hills dotted with dairy ranches.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A Sunday drive to the Crown Hotel in Dayboro.</td></tr>
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I feel like the travel writer, Bill Bryson exploring the country backroads...anyone else read his hilarious accounts of traveling in Australia?!<br />
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Next stop is high up Mt Mee to the estate bottled Ocean View winery overlooking beautifully landscaped gardens and grapes with a distant ocean view. These grapes grow in stressed climate conditions so the flavors were bright and green; crispy whites and tannin laced reds. Unique flavors I'm not accustomed to. Not bad, just not Sonoma County styled.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ocean View Winery. Note the net covered grapes...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horses resting while riders taste wine</td></tr>
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A favorite pastime hobby for Australians is the collector “muscle car”. We passed a touring club out for a Sunday drive and was amazed at the pristine 57 Chevy's, Mustangs and yes...Datsuns!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oldies, but goodies! Who knows what this one is?</td></tr>
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The Aussies love their clubs, too! Every few corners is another "club" with legal gambling, horse race betting and "pokies"...you know, you poke the slot machines with money!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vroom!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pokies is slot machines...and every club has them</td></tr>
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We’ve decided these Aussies are truly genuine and nice people. Everywhere we go, even the bus driver will take the time to explain or enlighten about their ways and go the extra mile to help you. This is refreshing. The early pioneers where a salty batch of ex-convicts and their descendants are just as tough and opinionated as their forbears. On that subject, we are in a “white” land. There is not much diversity. We’ve met some pretty opinionated people who will tell you they would like Australia to stay “white”…so that's a little unsettling...<br />
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I picked the following off Wikipedia...<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immigration_history_of_Australia">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immigration_history_of_Australia</a><br />
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"White Australia Policy"<br />
The White Australia Policy, the policy of excluding all non-European people from immigrating into Australia, was the official policy of all governments and all mainstream political parties in Australia from the 1890s to the 1950s, and elements of the policy survived until the 1970s. Although the expression 'White Australia Policy' was never in official use, it was common in political and public debate throughout the period.[8]<br />
During the 1970s and 1980s around 120,000 southern Asian refugees resettled in Australia. During that twenty years, Australia first began to adopt a policy termed "multiculturalism". The rapid increase of Asian immigrants was also due to the abolition of the White Australia Policy in 1972."<br />
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Interesting... seems Australia just "opened its doors" to immigration only recently and some people still vote for the"closed door" policy. We haven’t been to any big cities, like Sydney, yet. We hear its more culturally tolerant and diverse. I hope so.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unique Postal delivery vehicle.</td></tr>
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A unique sight is the postal delivery man as he scoots around to each mail box on a Honda 50 motorcycle dressed in bright fluorescent green uniform, his helmet adorned with spikes so the birds don’t dive bomb his head. Funny.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a fun job!</td></tr>
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We are ‘killing time” in Scarborough while the sale of our boat, Wizard gets finalized. (Yes…we sold Wizard for those of you who don’t do facebook. ) We knew that Australia would be the end of the line for us and are quite happy to have found a buyer so quickly. The new owner will sail Wizard around the Queensland coast and moored off of Russell Island...in other words, Wizard is "out to pasture". I don't think she will be cruising open ocean, again. She has made two South Pacific cruises, one before us and one with us! That's at least 20,000 miles!<br />
Here's our listing <a href="http://farine.net.au/sail/sb373/Choate-Peterson-40.html">http://farine.net.au/sail/sb373/Choate-Peterson-40.html</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wizard sailing in La Cruz, Mx</td></tr>
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Its all working out as planned. We’ve been here one month and were successful in selling the boat. But, now we're bored. Time to move on. There’s only so much to see on foot. We begin our car travels after Christmas on Boxing Day, December 26. We leave Wizard behind in the Land of Oz.<br />
And continue our adventures down the coast to Sydney...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good-bye Moreton Bay...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wizard stays in the land of OZ!</td></tr>
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Good-bye Wizard!</div>
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-83712720479159988452013-12-13T15:03:00.002-08:002013-12-13T15:25:07.467-08:00Wizard In The Land of Oz!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lift out by Scarborough Marina for Wizard's new owner...</td></tr>
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The End…in the land of OZ...Dorothy and Toto are starting home...<br />
It’s bittersweet, the end…the end of our sailing adventures on Wizard. We have realized our dreams of sailing through the South Pacific islands and have finally landed in OZ! We’ve come so far! Never did we think we would sail to Australia! And now, the end is near…we have sold our sailboat, Wizard.<br />
Both of us knew after 10,000 ocean miles and one and half years away from home that the end of sailing was coming...<br />
And now, the time has come for new adventures on land. We will be “landlubbers” by next week when the sale is final. We’ll be free to come and go as we please…a freedom we thought sailing would offer, but the truth is… when you own a boat, you are never really free from the worries and care of the boat, restricted by weather, ports and breakdowns. Traveling by boat is much more restrictive than land travel and you are always tethered to the boat.<br />
I’m not complaining. I wouldn’t change a thing! Our travels have been exciting and challenging, which is why we all go in the first place. We enjoyed boat travel; it just has its own set of limitations. I’m glad we experienced sailing. Wizard proved to be a strong and capable boat. We both learned a lot about ourselves; our strengths and weaknesses. We've met a lot of great people along the way. Others, just like us, who “dropped-out” of mainstream and decided to try something different. We'll have memories to share , but only those who have gone to sea will appreciate and understand. We did it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Celebrating the end...</td></tr>
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But, now we're on the road home. We both agreed we didn’t want to sail around the world…too much time and money for that trip and we knew we didn’t want to sail back to California from Australia, too much against the seas…so, the only option left was to sell the boat here and that’s what we did.<br />
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Bittersweet, the end, …but looking forward to the next homeward bound travel adventures for us... just not on Wizard!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our last dinners on Wizard...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas lights signal the end of a year...</td></tr>
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Here’s to "The End" and to New Adventures for Dorothy & Toto in the land of OZ!</div>
John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-4646589029706270872013-12-02T04:28:00.001-08:002013-12-02T21:56:44.634-08:00Australia Zoo...Crikey!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Crikey!…let’s go to the zoo! We’d heard about the Australia Zoo, owned by the late Steve Irwin of famed “Crocodile Hunter” was a short drive north of here. The family continues to expand and improve the zoo and carry on in his quest for animal conservation.</div>
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We happened to visit on his son Robert’s 10th birthday with the park celebrating his “first crocodile feeding”! This of course, was built up a little too much, but hey, he’s doing it…following in his father’s footsteps…its show business! So the show was filled with photographers recording this event! He’s pretty good on stage and will probably be the next TV personality.<br />
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We watched in a large arena as the crocodile trainers lure a large reptile into striking for the dangled piece of meat! It’s awesome and scary to think these creatures live in northern Australia in murky saltwater! Part of the show is to inform about how to live safely near crocs…don’t splash in the water, it attracts crocs…well, it’s plain to say you’d be stupid dead if you went swimming in posted croc waters…then they show pictures of “Crocodile Hunter” wrestling a huge croc from the TV show Lonely Planet. Crazy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute as kittens! First pair born in Australia in 43 years.</td></tr>
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We happened also to visit the zoo a week after a tiger trainer was mauled during the show! He's Ok, but you can imagine how packed the tiger show exhibit was when we were there…everyone wanted to see what might happen? The news said the trainer used a new kind of play costume and the tiger became in “rough play” mode. They blame the trainer. The tigers are hand fed, trained from birth, something this zoo is proud to say and not many zoos in the world have these tamed animals.<br />
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I don’t normally like zoos, but I knew this was the only place to get to see the many exotic Australian animals up close and personal! Each species had it’s own natural habitats created with lots of space to roam. The informative trainers were available in every animal section to answer questions.<br />
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There was lots of opportunity to get close and interact with the animals. Yes, these are not wild animal anymore. But the experience to pet a kangaroo and a koala bear, see baby tiger cubs up close, look into the eyes of a condor, see a Tasmanian Devil, shiver as the crocodile snaps it’s jaws… priceless for me!<br />
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December 1st is the first day of summer in the land "down under"! It's hard to think about Christmas when its 28 Celcius (82 degrees)!</div>
John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com2Moreton Bay, Australia-23.885837699861991 152.578125-53.127927699861992 111.269531 5.35625230013801 -166.11328100000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-42830322091961968882013-12-02T02:00:00.000-08:002013-12-02T02:00:12.453-08:00Beaches, Sharks & Wine Tasting<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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With two recent shark attacks in the news here in Australia ( one in Western Australia, one in Queensland) you wont find me frolicking in the surf! I’d read the warnings about the dangers of Australian waters before we even landed, but now I’m certain I wont be swimming! Besides, the water here is rather murky…warm, but murky, at least where we are on the Sunshine Coast near Moreton Bay, you can’t see what’s "down under"!<br />
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…And since we’ve just come from some pretty awesome clear snorkeling waters in Tonga and other South Pacific islands, it’s hard to jump into these murky waters! The green color is pretty, but shallow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bribie Island shores</td></tr>
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We spent a few days driving north in Moreton Bay and exploring, Mooloolaba, Bribie Island and Maroochydore beaches ...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We meet a doggie day care walker on Bribie Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dry Eucalyptus deadwood</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miles of flat sand bar along the Moreton Bay shores of Bribie Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big blue jelly fish decorate the shores!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More shells for the collection!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Life guard protection on the ocean side of Bribie Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Surf rescue ready!</td></tr>
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We notice the Australians are very protective of their people and there are all kinds of warnings, cautions, "dos & don't' posted at all public beaches, parks and instructions posted on the highways on how to drive safely. Even the speed limits are lighted with cameras to take pictures of speedsters!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Largest winery outside of Brisbane</td></tr>
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Then the next day, we invited our friend Mark (Compass Rosey) to visit us for Thanksgiving. The weather turned lousy and rained but we drove south of Brisbane, anyway, to Mt. Cotton, visiting the Daisy Hill Koala Center and Sirromet winery…<br />
in the pouring rain!…ah, the joys of the weather in a tropical rain forest climate!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wine tasting was fun!</td></tr>
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Tomorrow we'll explore some more...where will that will be? We don't know....</div>
John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-70380048099643952372013-11-24T03:44:00.002-08:002013-11-25T01:22:42.053-08:00Driving Australia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new way to explore: by car, but it's got the wheel on the "wrong" side!</td></tr>
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OK.. here we go! Car travel. And it's got the wheel on the "wrong"side! I've got to learn a new set of driving rules. We decide to rent a car for a couple of weeks to get around and see the sights of Queensland, Australia.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Glass Mountains have spiritual meanings for the Aboriginals</td></tr>
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Our new friends, Nikki & Frank plotted out several road trips for us to explore the near mountains just west of the Scarborough area. We head for Glass Mountain lookout and Kondalilla National Parks. The views from the Glass Mountain look out over the coastal plains is awesome! We get some Aboriginal history at this sight...<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigenous_Australians">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigenous_Australians</a> <a href="http://www.nprsr.qld.gov.au/parks/glass-house-mountains/">http://www.nprsr.qld.gov.au/parks/glass-house-mountains/</a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first glimpse of a family of kangaroos in the mango groves!</td></tr>
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What was amazing to us was as you go north "out of town" 30 miles...there is nothing! Open wide, flat country in every direction! We've read enough books by Bill Bryson (the travel writer) to know that Australia is a HUGH country with miles and miles of open spaces. But to really see this from a lookout vista is amazing! We're not even in the outback, yet! Most of the population lives near the coast and this you can plainly see from a high vantage point like the Glass Mountain look-out. We pass through Beerburum and Beewah State forests...23 million hectares are planted in sustainable timber for harvesting in 2020...amazing facts you learn while being a tourist!<br />
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Our first stop overlooking a orchard of mangoes and we see our first "roos"! A family with nursing baby hopping around! It's far away, but I still get a picture. We hope to see more up close and personal. A local says you will..they hop right out in front of the cars, on a death wish..so be careful! Just like the deer back home. The Australians have many national and state parks to preserve its nature.<br />
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We heard many kinds of birds calling to each other, but didn't see a one! The rain forest hums with the sounds of lorakeets and insects. We did see a Wombat scouring the leaves and a monitor lizard sliding by...that was cool!</div>
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After our hike, I reward John with a stop at an English pub for a brew. It is VERY English around here and you can see the influence of the English, who were the first peoples to settle Australia... want some pork knuckles or a meat pie with your scooner? (the size of beer glass is pot, scooner or pint)</div>
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The next day we drove south to Mt Tamborine National Park outside of Brisbane. This is a park known for it's rain forests and is very "touristy" because of it. There are many shops, wineries and restaurants near the park. We chose The Skywalk attraction. This is a gang plank high off the forest floor allowing you to see the top of a rain forest. Pretty cool idea, but pricey entrance fee.($20)</div>
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We stopped at the local micro-brewery and enjoyed a flight of their home brews! We are finding some really good beers! After a lunch, some live music and a brew we head back home. Boy, we REALLY are tourists!<br />
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Exploring the peninsula as it’s called, the suburbs outside of Brisbane, includes the upscale “beach front ” towns of Redcliffe, Scarborough and Woody Point. We walk from our Moreton Bay Boat Club Marina (M.B.B.C. ) slip along the docks to the fish markets with the local fishing boats parked outside. This is quite the crowded fresh fish market with a huge variety of catch!<br />
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One day we rode the bus the entire peninsula to get the lay for the land” ..we ARE old people! Riding the bus for adventure! We stopped at the Redcliffe Museum and learned of the early English settlers, a mix bag of convicts, soldiers and families who first tried a go of this swampy land. After only 8 months they moved the settlement south to Brisbane...the deserted homes were called "dead houses" or "oompie-bong" by the Aboriginal natives..and the name Humpybong stuck!<br />
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Breakfast in Scarborough this morning along the Redcliffe open market promenade with new “host” friends, David and Lanie. These are the folks we met in Fiji who offered us rental of their boat slip for a few months. They keep their 42 ft sailboat on the dock in front of their home in Newport, a high end suburb complete with private docks- boating canals.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David and Lanie, our Moreton Bay "hosts". Cruisers we met in Fiji.</td></tr>
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Moreton Bay Boat Club was their first boat slip until they bought a new home that included a private dock at Newport. Now, they try to rent the old slip…that’s where we come in… happy to have a place to land for a few months! David and Lanie have been very gracious hosts inviting us to join with friends and showing us the sights.<br />
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Did you remember the BEE GEEs , the rock group of the 70”s? Turns out they immigrated from England and grew up in the Redcliffe area. The town has a whole outdoor wall of photos commemorating them! Amazing, guess a town has to claim fame from something...whatever!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brisbane and north in the state of Queensland, where we are. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rains every afternoon with thunder and lightning!</td></tr>
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More adventures to come as we explore the Queensland peninsula...John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-65950196560627276942013-11-12T12:59:00.005-08:002013-11-13T14:13:34.020-08:00Brisbane, Australia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We took a high-powered catamaran ferry uptown to Brisbane's central business district. What a fun ride!<br />
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We meet up with Mark from S/V Compass Rosey in downtown Brisbane. He has completed his delivery of Compass Rosey (from the Marquesas!) and is waiting for the owner to take possession of the boat. He's moored at the public moorings off the Botanical Gardens five miles upriver. While it's nice to be downtown within walking distance of beer, food and sights, I would hate this anchorage because of the daily surge and river current that sends a boat squirreling around at anchor!<br />
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I'm happy to be on land and exploring new places! Tomorrow we move the boat up the coast to Moreton Bay Boat Club out of Scarborough where we will live aboard for a few months while land traveling to Syndey. Let you know more later...<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1Brisbane, Australia-28.304380682962769 151.171875-57.802066682962774 109.863281 1.1933053170372325 -167.51953100000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-14384728063472738532013-11-11T15:38:00.001-08:002013-11-13T14:21:32.595-08:00Are we there, yet?...Passage to Australia<br />
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11/8 Friday<br />
Seven days passage from New Caledonia to Australia<br />
The vastness of the ocean is hard to explain to one who has not seen it and been on it for days on end. The ocean goes on for miles and miles the sameness, the blueness…it’s like a desert…it’s unimaginable until you experience it. It’s lonely and barren and the chances of seeing another boat are rare…so, when we came upon S/V “Stork” floating on the horizon we were surprised. We thought we’d left them at the dock in New Caledonia? We hailed on the VHF to find they were having engine problems, so we “stood by” as is mariner’s custom until they got it sorted out and waved us off. We both motor/sail into the sunset, each of us laying for Brisbane, but on slightly different headings. <br />
The weather window we chose to leave on had a few days of calm in the forecast. We have been motor-sailing for two days solid. I for one am enjoying the motion of no motion. John wants more wind to sail as we can “tic off the miles” faster under full sail.<br />
11/9 Saturday<br />
Only 120 miles left to the 763-mile passage! Yahoo! | I just can’t wait for the end! To tell the truth, this seven-day passage has been almost boring. No it is boring. I’ve read all the books I brought. I’m tired of our music choices and I don’t want to cook or clean anymore. I’m re-reading old Latitude 38 magazines because I’ve nothing else to read! In fact, I’m just staring out at the “big blue” with no thoughts and nothing to think about. Crazy.<br />
Watching the clouds, now…look up the different formations to learn that the flat blanket -white-across-the-sky is Cirrus Stratus. If the shapes start to get holes, turn into puffy white shapes, then evaporation is happening and a change to fair weather is coming…these are the things we study and think about on passage.<br />
We’ve been motoring for two whole days…not enough wind to push the sails.<br />
4:00pm<br />
See a sailboat on the horizon…it’s S/V “Stork” dead in the water with engine failure…we “stand by” ready to assist if needed…what are we going to do? Luckily, after 15 minutes, the engine fires back up…away they sail headed like us to Brisbane. Makes me thankful that our engine is super and never failed (well, one time crossing to Marquesas) and if it did, what a LONG passage it would make while waiting for wind!<br />
8:00pm<br />
Clear skies, winds start to freshen up… 20knots… were sailing again! But with beam swells hitting us, it’s a bumpy, lumpy ride!<br />
-See a tanker on the horizon…. using our AIS locator we learn the name of vessel; it’s speed, destination and hour of impact if it were to cross our path! I hail the vessel on VHF radio…”Do you see the sailboat on your port side?”…again, I must be waking these Captains up…No , he does not SEE us on his instruments until I ask him to look …Yes, and he sees us. Luckily, I have 3 miles to get this acknowledgement. Again we have plenty of ocean room for passing. This happened three times this night! Three more tankers need to be called! Later we learned we were crossing the shipping lanes out of Brisbane, Australia, a major exporting port!<br />
1:30pm<br />
John is hand steering and we are both up on watch, me calling freighters and he trying to hold a course. There is too much “weather-helm” for the Monitor wind vane to hold a course.<br />
11/10 Sunday<br />
6:00am<br />
Land Ho! We see shapes of land -Australia in the distance! Rough choppy seas heading for North West entrance to Moreton Bay….20 miles to go!<br />
I’m excited to land in Australia! Never did I think I would sail here! Amazing. The entrance to the Brisbane Harbor through Moreton Bay sounds intimidating. It’s just a big shallow bay spilling out from Brisbane River with many shoal areas. There are many past wrecks marked on the charts!<br />
We are navigating by an app from Navionics loaded on my ipad! The electronic charts we bought for the South Pacific have ENDED at Australia! Just a big brown blob of land with no details. Apparently, Australia is not part of the South Pacific! We knew we were going in minus paper charts, so we are very happy to report the Navionics App on ipad is very detailed and awesome!<br />
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5:00pm<br />
Docked at Rivergate Marina for Customs and Immigration. We are on a locked, gated dock unable to go ashore until the custom officers inspect the vessel. This will be in the morning as we arrived late Sunday evening. We are five miles up muddy Brisbane River, passing the industrial port, riding the tidal flow upstream with cement factories, gas terminals, loading freighters, billowing smoke stacks pouring brown gases over the booming city of Brisbane.<br />
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We tie up at dockside under a huge circus lighted freeway bridge with airplanes flying over and the rumble of city noise going past. We did it! We sailed to Australia! We “high-five” each other and just can’t believe it! Time for many beers!<br />
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Reflections:<br />
Have I enjoyed this sailing adventure? Yes! I’m glad I did it. It has satisfied my dreams of visiting far off places. We've met so many interesting people, experienced so many new customs and cultures while "pushing my comfort zone" many times! Would I do this again? No, I’m done for now. At least, with sailing adventure. We both have had our “fill” of the unknowns…and maybe even traveling. I’m ready for home and routine and yes, maybe it will be boring, but I'm ready for that now…<br />
John and I have been talking about what we’ll do when we get home. This really is the end of a long adventure and we both really want a break. The sailing part of our lives is over. What we’ll do next? Let’s wait to see…<br />
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Australia is really the "Land of Plenty"! Our first stop is to re-supply at Kmart!<br />
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The next few days will be spent resting and preparing for a small sail up the coast to Scarborough and to the Moreton Bay Yacht Club where we will be "sub-letting" another cruiser's boat slip. This will be our "home" for the next few months while we travel by caravan to Sydney to see the sights!</div>
John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1Brisbane, Australia-28.304380682962769 150.8203125-55.936557682962771 109.5117185 -0.67220368296277044 -167.87109350000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-41311966535594247532013-10-29T14:22:00.000-07:002013-11-01T14:47:45.067-07:00Goodbye, Fiji...Bonjour, New Caledonia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Counting the Days….are we there yet?!<br />
We are three days into our 6-day passage from Fiji on our way to New Caledonia. We left on a weather window between passing rain systems, motoring out the Nadi waters in light drizzle. We exit Fiji out the reef at Malolo Pass. We watch surfers and paddle boarders on either side shooting the turquoise breaks, known as Cloud 9! This is Fiji’s surf spot with surf resorts on the islands passing by. It’s an eerie feeling sailing through this small opening in the reef out into open waters again!<br />
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The seas are flat and we motor until evening when the winds begin to pick up -southeast trades. With full Genoa we sail along at 5.5 knots. The seas pick up and into the night we get lumpy seas, a slight drizzle of rain and heavy flat grey clouds blanket the sky. There is no moon.<br />
It’s dark on my watch. I have learned one thing about sailing and me…I’m not a sailor. Sure, I know just enough to be helpful, but trimming sails is not my forte.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting the main sail ready...and look what almost was almost a stow-away!</td></tr>
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Luckily for us, John is a really good sailor and “feels” when the boat is out of balance and when the sails need adjusting. But, I’ve discovered that I’m a “Nervous Nellie”. I didn’t think I was until now, here at the end of the trip, I worry... I worry about everything. ..”Will the winds, increase? Should we reef the sail? Is there a storm coming? Watch out for the reef.” I worry John will fall off! I worry that I’ve made it this far and my “good luck” is running out! ( This comes from the rough seas experienced on passage from Niue to Tonga) All I know is this worrisome chatter doesn't do any good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a difference a day makes.. choppy seas and wind...</td></tr>
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I don’t like the nights on passage, unless theres a moon. I can’t see what's out there. I imagine all sorts of catastrophes. I don’t like the boat’s rolling motion. There's no comfortable place on a rolling boat.. Cooking is out of the question. And after 3 or 4 days like this, I’m ready to be done…but we have more days to go! I’ve just decided I’m not as tough as I thought I was! I’m counting the days and hours to the end of this passage. And to the end of our sailing adventure. We have 300 miles to New Caledonia and 800 miles to Brisbane, Australia!<br />
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Oct 25- Sunny, Hot, and Clear<br />
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What a difference a day makes! I’m basking in the warm cloudless day with hardly a stitch of clothes on, enjoying sailing or I should say, motoring along because there is no wind. Endless blue ocean desert stretches out in every direction. This is MY Kind of “Sailing” Flat oily blue water.<br />
I wrote my last entry after three bumpy wet days on the tail end of a storm. There was lightning in patches across the night sky as the squall broke up.<br />
Today, at least I can appreciate where we've been and the “how” we got here. We have 250 more miles to go to New Caledonia. The end is in sight.<br />
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9:00pm- My watch: I see lights of the tanker, "SB San Francisco" bound for Fiji on my AIS locator. I hailed the Captain on VHF to confirm that he sees us. Sure enough, he hadn’t and was unaware of our sailboat some 6 miles away on his starboard side! We didn’t show on his AIS locator! He then checked his radar, which is a separate instrument and Yes, we did show up on his radar. I’m glad I called to confirm even though there was plenty of passing room. From now on, I’ll call all boats just to be sure! . All commercial boats are required to use AIS. Don’t know why this tanker 's wasn’t working.<br />
Let’s do some mileage facts:<br />
We’ll have been to seven countries in the South Pacific when we finish:<br />
1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mexico<br />
2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>French Polynesia<br />
3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Niue<br />
4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Cooks Islands<br />
5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Tonga<br />
6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>New Caledonia<br />
7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Australia<br />
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Sailed Mileage Legs: ( approx and not verified)<br />
San Francisco –Baja= 1300<br />
Baja- Mazatlan=300<br />
Mazatlan- Puerto Vallarta=400<br />
Puerto Vallarta- Las Hadas=250<br />
Mexico- Marquesas =2800<br />
Marquesas- Tuamotus=600<br />
Tuamotus-Tahiti=250<br />
Tahiti-Bora Bora-Tahaa-Raiatea (French Polynesia)=300+<br />
Bora Bora-Suwarrow (Cooks)=500<br />
Suwarrow - Niue=400<br />
Niue –Tonga=400<br />
Tonga-Fiji=600<br />
Fiji-New Caledonia=600<br />
New Caledonia- Australia=500<br />
__GRAND TOTAL: 10,000 nautical miles sailed on the Wizard!<br />
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It’s 22,000 miles around the world… Amazing.<br />
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The night seas are calm and like a lake, oily flat not a ripple on the water. There is an algae bloom, which coats the surface with dead organisms floating in swirls of green and brown like raw sewage. At night the floating phosphorescence sparkles in the boat’s wake as we pass through.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Algae bloom carpets the flat waters</td></tr>
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0ct 27<br />
Again, what a difference a day makes! Strong trades winds with a southeast swell hits the boat on the beam making an uncomfortable ride. We are counting the hours to time an early morning landfall into Havannah Pass, the entrance into the reef which surrounds New Caledonia. Timing is everything as the current can be quite strong. It's best to go through a pass during the tidal change of slack water.<br />
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6:00pm –<br />
Only 75 miles to go! We see the Loyalty Islands off in the distance on our starboard. Evening sets in and the winds and swells are dying down. We will slow the boat down to to 5 knots timing landfall for daybreak morning light! Nothing for<br />
dinner, too rough and both of us are not hungry…just anxious to get this over with...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First views of New Caledonia!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Pine Trees and red dirt mountains!</td></tr>
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Oct 28<br />
Are we there yet?!<br />
5:00am –<br />
Day break- We did it! We can just see land- New Caledonia 20 miles away! We timed the speed of the boat to about 5 knots and calculated the arrival for 8:00am in the morning on the low tide to cross the pass. It’ll be another 6 hours through the reefs to Noumea, the capital and our destination for customs check in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The colors are spectacular!</td></tr>
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We sailed through the Havannah Pass, no problems and all day long around the southern point of the island up to the a very sophisticated French city of Noumea. I'm in heaven! I get my shopping and restaurant fix!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First sight of Noumea...hotels and beaches.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Port Moselle Marina in Noumea, New Caledonia</td></tr>
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We are enjoying the French island of New Caledonia. This is the most expensive island so far! It has the most infrastructure and transportation supporting a large tourist population. Dive tours, island resorts and more! The tourists come from all over the are world; Australians, New Zealanders, Chinese and Europeans.<br />
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The bus system goes everywhere for cheap! We ride out to Bay De L’Anse Vata, the beach area to watch the windsurfers and kite surfers and the “topless” sun bathers (John was WAITING for this!) Happy, John!<br />
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We stop for lunch at popular Snack Ulysses for my favorite tuna sashimi and John's favorite, hamburger and fries!<br />
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We meet up with several cruisers we'd met months ago in Mexico who have sailed the Pacific Islands to New Cal. Many will go on to New Zealand others will sail to Australia.<br />
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We'll rest up in Noumea for a few days waiting for another "weather window" and then sail our last leg of the journey to Australia. Yahoo!<br />
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0Noumea, New Caledonia-33.137551192346137 168.046875-85.376429692346136 85.4296875 19.101327307653861 -109.3359375tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-42011846192351571842013-10-21T16:25:00.002-07:002013-10-22T00:48:08.032-07:00Stir it up! Vuda Pt. Marina<div style="text-align: center;">
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WE went to Lautoka for shopping and fresh vegetables at the market. We hired a taxi driver, Abdul #2, to take us to and fro…(you can learn so much about the country from taxi drivers!) I am amazed by the huge assortment of farm produce available, goods for sale and shops filled with “stuff”. The shops are mostly Indian owned. They are not the friendliest, they are a little suspicious, but I just think it’s a cultural thing. We strolled into a shop where they sell beautiful Indian dresses, kind of like a formal wear shop and I asked for a short skirt by chance? Oh no, no, no! said the shopkeeper and waved us out of his shop! We tourists walk around with big gaping smiles on our faces…(at least I do) and I don’t think this is the custom here. So we stand out. Little kids smile and look at us, and some of the younger generation are friendly, but it’s mixed. The Fijians are really friendly. The market vendors are really friendly. Most people go about their business without “eye contact”…there are beggars here, but not too many. In 2012 Fiji was destroyed by both a flood and a hurricane that left many people destitute. (If Rotary Club in Glen Ellen needs a cause to support…this is the place!)</div>
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Were enjoying the marina life. Dancing to reggae, visiting with other yachties and eating out.<br />
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The bar scene in Friday Reggae night was quite fun! We danced to “Bob Marley” covers and everyone sang along to the songs! The band was quite good. The open air palapa dining with sunset views across the water just can't be beat!</div>
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We’ve met all the cruisers and many are “expats” from different countries and many “lonely old’ sailors” living aboard their boats here is the marina. Evening “happy hour” brings everyone out to socialize with the new arrivals.</div>
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We have a small world moment when we meet Patrick, a 73 yr old sailor from our hometown, Santa Rosa, CA! Can you believe it?! In fact, He and John even worked for the same union construction companies. I also know his Coldwell Banker realtor, Melody Montero, an associate of mine! He has nothing but good things to say about her! I’m to pass on the “Hello” to her, as he doesn’t use emails. What a small world! Patrick is a single hander sailor and plans to continue sailing until its: no fun” anymore. My hats off to him. Most men his age are on the way to a nursing home.</div>
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We also met a couple on S/V Evergreen, from Tracy, Ca who along with their 15 yr old son have dropped out to sail the world. Several Puddle Jump cruisers have rested here in Vuda before heading on to New Zealand or Australia. We’ve met more English sailors than Americans. Many cruisers are our age, 60+ couples. Though there are many younger couples that have made the life-choice to sail and work as they go. Doing “what?” I always am curious as to how they manage. We allowed a year of travel on our savings. We’ve just about used it up so it’s time to head home...but first, via Australia. </div>
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We're enjoying the marina life, dancing to reggae, visiting with other yachties and eating out.<br />
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Vuda Pt Marina is a “check out” port of FIJI. There is a daily stream of incoming and outgoing yachts. Wizard is side tied to the cement wall at the customs dock so we get to see who is in or out.<br />
We are sitting on our boat, waiting out the rain, waiting for Wednesday when we too will check out of Fiji and sail away….<br />
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<br />John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0Vuda Pt Marina, Fiji13.239945499286312 -136.7578125-17.521298500713691 -178.0664065 44.001189499286312 -95.4492185tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-27152488805588301892013-10-18T13:55:00.002-07:002013-10-21T15:32:49.612-07:00Viti Levu-North Coast Passage<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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North Coast Passage Around Viti Levu<br />
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Naingani Island, Cagabuli Bay 17”-34”S/ 178”-41’E<br />
We are sailing from Makogai Island in the morning headed across the Viti-I Ra channel to Levuka, on the Island of Ovalu, Island.<br />
We don’t know which way we’ll sail around Viti Levu, the main Island, yet. It all depends on the winds. So far, traveling in a westerly direction is our plan. Do we head northwest over the top, threading through numerous reefs? It’ll be a constant watch. Or do we sail south around the bottom of the island to the capital town of Suva? The winds will tell us w<img height="400" id="irc_mi" src="http://www.welt-atlas.de/datenbank/karten/en/karte-3-353-en.gif" style="margin-top: 104px;" width="500" />hich way to<br />
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And so, in the morning, the strong SE trade winds make the passage to Levuka an uncomfortable sail, so we alter course to a downwind sail over to Naingani Island. Here we’ll spend the night before heading west around the island. The winds are strong in the “protected bay of Cagabuli as noted in our sailing guides. The winds wrapped around the island and we hunkered down with an anchor alarm set. By morning, the winds settled, but we left early before they had a chance to pick up.<br />
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Oct 14<br />
Spent five hours picking our way through marked reefs on the North Coast Passage to our first marked anchorage, Viti Levu Bay 25 miles negotiating through GPS waypoints given by Curley's Charlets. The waypoints were mostly right on, as John noticed these are the same waypoints given as the recommended channel that shows on our Navionics electronic chart plotter. Only a few slight course changes put us comfortably in Viti Levu Bay. The winds were blowing SE on our stern the whole day, perfect downwind sail, if we had any sails up, but we chose to motor since we're sailing in and out of unfamiliar channels through the reef areas. <br />
I stood reef watch on the bow all day squinting through binoculars, while John hand steered by chart plotter the course through the reefs marked only by tall-unmarked posts. Navigating by “sticks” in the reef was intimidating at first, until you got the hang of it. The reef points can easily been seen in correct light and a channel develops. It’s not as hard as Curley makes it out to be!<br />
We anchored off the village of Navanivi in murky muddy waters at the head of the RakiRaki river. Cant’ see the bottom. Who knows what lurks below?! Were choosing not to put the dinghy down and go ashore as we are continuing in the morning. Two other boats arrive to anchor for the night.<br />
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Oct 15<br />
Volivoli point<br />
Motoring out the long muddy bay into open waters with the wind behind us again. Rounding the reef into Volivoli point where there is a tricky “zigzag” in the reef channels. Suddenly, we see two dive boats fly out of nowhere, out the reef channel and into open waters. As we get closer to the marked points you can see the careful zigzag pass through the reefs! John says it’s simple follow. I have a hard time seeing the passes with bin. There is a dive center-resort around the point and anchorage on Nan-I-Ra Island.<br />
Motoring sailing with genoa helping push Wizard to 6.5 knots, winds behind as we cruise along barren desolate hills on one side and reef on seaward side. Spotty little villages reminiscent of Baja, Ca with the huge Cakau Moi (reef) on starboard.<br />
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Afternoon has us 25 miles further around the island and we stop at another large shallow muddy bottom bay called Nukuvov Bay. We are all alone. We set the anchor in thick mud. The anchor just plows through, never grabbing hold. Finally, we just let out extra chain, put on an alarm and call it good. There is not a breath of air. The bay is like a lake. We will not drag anchor. This is sugar cane season and the hills are alive with burning fields. It looks like a war-zone with orange-glow fire spots. In the morning there is soot on the boat deck.<br />
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Oct 16<br />
Today we finish the last leg of 20 miles around the north coast passage of Viti Levu to the industrial town of Lautoka. John and I are both excited to go ashore for sight seeing, food, and beer! After traveling for days, nothing taste better than an icy cold draft beer! We knew this would be a quick trip, with no stops. Fiji has many wonderful islands to visit, but we didn’t plan to spend too much time in Fiji. It really requires a season to explore. We’re glad we passed through. It’s a unique country.<br />
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Oct 17<br />
Lautoka<br />
We arrive late in the afternoon t the busy industrial harbor of Lautoka. We see the large cargo ships unloading at the docks. We see the plum of burnt sugarcane spilling into the sky and hear a machine hum in the distance. This is a busy city! We pull up along side several other yachts anchored off the King’s Wharf and drop in thick mud, again. Immediately, the soft rain of burnt sugarcane ash covers the decks! What a mess as it also begins a light drizzle of rain. We see the largest pile of wood chips in the world with men and bulldozers plowing down the mountain. This is used for export for what?! We quickly get the dinghy down and hitch a taxi ride into a busy little town with everything available you can imagine. This is the “Sugar City” and has plenty of money and services to go around. You can tell buy the crowed streets, people busy shopping. Hotels, restaurants and stores line the streets. We slip into a hotel for a bite to eat and are welcomed with air conditioning that at first seems cold, but after a spell feels great. We have a few cold brews, some chicken curry and feel quite civilized. Back to the boat and goodnight!<br />
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In the morning, the boat is a mess! Ashes all over the decks! We decide to move one mile down to Saweni Bay, a popular yacht anchorage off a sandy beach. Much more pleasant anchorage.<br />
We want t re provision and get fueled up in a marina before we set sail f0r Australia. We call for a reservation at the nearest large facility, Vuda Point Marina, but they are really busy and have no space. We are on a waiting list! Wow! Didn’t know there were that many yachts in Fiji! We haven’t seen more than a dozen on our travels around! But this is the western side and more popular cruising grounds with the Mamanucas and Yasawa Islands close by.<br />
Rained all day with thunder. Clouds dark and heavy. We hunker down. I busy myself with making cookies, and popcorn and blogging. Lots f Internet time! The dingy fills with water like a bathtub! I decide to jump in and with shampoo in hand had a delightful bath in rainwater!<br />
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Makogai Island and the Fijian Way...<br />
As soon as we pulled into the bay we were informed by another boat, Calico Jack that the Chief of the Village would be waiting at the dock to meet us and accept our “gift” of kava as soon as we came ashore. The village also was busy preparing for an event of the children dancing and it was a fundraiser for their school.<br />
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We had been told when traveling the small islands of Fiji to be sure to carry several kilos of yagona root to present to the Chief of a village and ask permission to visit their island before you go diving or snorkeling. The village gathers for a sevusevu, a welcoming ceremony where kava drink is passed around and everyone partakes. Once this is performed you are “part of the tribe” and they say, “Our home is yours to explore.”<br />
We meet the Chief, Kamela. And give the "gift of yagona" to him. He says thank you, but they are really busy right now…getting ready for the children’s show, can you come back later? We agree even though we're tired from sailing all day.<br />
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We are so glad we got to experience this village. The people were so friendly and sincere. We arrived early for the dance show. The teacher, Master Peter explained that there were 28 students on the island from two villages, and that he and his wife teach all seven subjects. It is a big job. They organized a dance show where the children will travel to other islands and compete to fund raise for their school needs.<br />
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The village gathered, men women and children on woven mats as a group with adult musicians and singers in the middle. The show was traditional dancing, the boys in grass skirts did several “hunting” dances, while the girls, dressed in flowered prints fabrics, performed more story dance movements with their hands. The adults drummed and belted out the lyrics while the children danced to the commands. It was not perfect, but they performed with gusto and pride. It was adorable and special. <br />
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At the end of the show, the whole village sang a welcome song to us visitors (there was a group of 10 or so of us, 7 boats). They then had us dance a “train” dance around to be participants! We laughed, they laughed. It was fun. Of course, the headman asked for a donation and we gladly opened our wallets.<br />
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After the show, we were invited to sit around the “kava bowl” for the Sevusevu ceremony. All the families from babies to grandparents, adult’s aunties and uncles. I was a at first intimidated and not sure what to expect, but it’s really like sitting around having a few beers with your friends, very casual and friendly. They want to get to know you! I was impressed by the extended family, everyone seemed related to everyone. There are seven families in this village and 11 in the next village and they all came together for this show. I said how nice it was to watch your grandkids grow to one man…and he said yes, it’s the “Fijian Way”…families work and live side by side most in the same village all their lives The missing age group are the middle school age kids, going to high school or university. They asked many questions about our travels on a boat, where we came from, if we had children and many questions. We shared kava for several hours until “the feast” was ready. The teacher led us to the table set filled with local foods just for us! Land crabs, parrot fish in coconut milk, barracuda, eggplant and stewed bananas. Delicious! We certainly didn’t expect a feast!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A delicious feast of local foods !</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Makogai Village and the anchorage</td></tr>
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Makogai Island has been deemed a heritage island protected and supported by the government (like a state park). The Aquaculture research farm raises<br />
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giant clams with the hope to reintroduce the species to other islands. They count the migration of the humpback whales and grow pearl oysters and raise green turtles to reintroduce to the wild.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Government funded marine research</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giant clams are awesome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John investigates the giant clams. Soft to the touch like the gums in your mouth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking across the channel to Ovalau Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking along the village path...</td></tr>
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Next day, we snorkeled the bay, found some really cool coral pinnacles with lots of colorful fish, saw turtles and found great shells. We hiked to the top of "heart attack" hill to the whale look out and got with great views of the reefs that encircle this island. How did the sailors of old without GPS and chart plotters make it into these anchorages?!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our shell bounty from Makogai Island! </td></tr>
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VINAKA VAKALEVU! to Makogai Island (means thank you very much) We enjoyed!</div>
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-36433565891270051942013-10-14T00:39:00.002-07:002013-10-14T00:53:03.382-07:00Cruising Fiji<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Country side near Labasa on Vanua Levu Island</td></tr>
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Savusavu to Labasa<br />
Oct 8, 2013<br />
There’s rain forecasted for two days…what to do? There is a reason this island is called the Garden Island because it rains a lot! It’s green and lush with blooming flowers everywhere.<br />
We decide to rent a car and see the island of Venua Levu. One day we drove east as far as the paved road went, beyond as far as the gravel road went and then beyond on single lane dirt road through villages to nowhere until we both felt nervous…we turned around. Never did we get out to the water or reefs. We saw private resorts on the choicest points and we stopped in to ask to visit. We were turned away as we needed to have called ahead with an appointment. These are six star exclusive resorts. We're told that the quests prefer privacy. No one from the public unless by permission. This was at the Jacques Cousteau and the Namela Resorts. Seems a bit snooty. So we didn’t get to snorkel. I guess if you hire a tour guide you might circumvent these rules. But, to tell the truth, so far the water here is pretty murky with all the rain washes down from the hills. We did dive off Point Reef and saw some interesting soft coral, but the visibility was not that good. <br />
The next day we drove west, over the mountains, through the lush rain forest to wide open grasslands to stop for lunch in the agricultural town of Labasa. There were fields of sugarcane in various stages of burned field, cut cane and newly planted shoots. The harvest was in full swing at these time of even on a Sunday (no work allowed) there was a long line of trucks loaded high with sugar cane waiting turns at the processing plant. This is a major industry as noted by the large company letters on the plant, FSC (Fiji Sugar Co). A noxious sweet burnt smell hovered over the town. Beside fishing and farming, Labasa has a Harwood milling plant churning out stacks of building lumber for export. We noticed this side of the island is mostly of Indian decent. We see more Hindi temples than Christian churches.<br />
We stopped for lunch in the “closed on Sunday” town at the only open restaurant. The Chinese restaurant was full and we ordered and ate in the dark as the power was out in town!( no pictures because it was raining!)<br />
On the way back over the mountain, we passed through acres of lodge pole pines grown for construction lumber. It reminded me of the forests in Oregon, tall columns of straight pines with no branching. Not what I expected on a tropical island!<br />
Traveling the island we see many small neatly groomed villages. There are signs posted to slow down as you enter. Funny, the village name is in bold lettering underneath the large Coco Cola logo! Subliminal advertising, what do you think...?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every village has a Coca-Cola made sign!</td></tr>
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If you want to visit a village, you must first get permission by the headman to visit the Chief who will then grant admission. We respect this custom, but decide to drive by slowly and not enter any villages. It just seems too personal and we were in a traveling mood. The homes are simple, almost shack-like structures, box shapes, colorful painted wood or corrugated steel sides with louvered glass windows covered in batik fabrics. The village homes are usually centered on a large structure, the church always surrounded by colorful plants and flowers. The villages are quite neat and pretty. Clean mowed grass is the common carpet. The homes are modest. Most villagers live a subsidence existence harvesting copra, manioc and taro for the village. They take the bus to town to the market for basics and to sell products. The market place is bustling with people selling their wares. There are many buses and taxis to take the population where ever.<br />
“Bula!” (the customary greeting of hello or welcome) they call as we pass by…everyone is friendly and smiling. This is an interesting mix of cultures; Indian, Melanesian, Polynesian, Chinese and European.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yagona root hangs drying ready to make "kava drink" for a welcoming ceremony.</td></tr>
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We checked out of customs in Savusavu and motored to Point Reef to wait out the rain. We are armed with the Fijian cruising permit that allows us to stop at the many village islands. We may have to present Yagona to the Chief of an island, a customary present. There we will have to partake in a sevusevu ceremony to welcome us into their village. This is ceremony where a drink made from kava is passed around , kind of like the peace pipe of old Indian days. After this ceremony, you will allowed to visit their community. Sounds intimidating, but we’re told it’s the custom and expected. So, we buy several kilos of dried root ready to present to a village Chief if needed. There are underground hot springs all over the isalnd. Some are used for hot baths, some are used to cook food in! Fiji should put some money into harnessing these hot spots for energy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hot springs bubble out in Savusavu. The locals use this one to cook food in. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found the gecko we brought from the Marquesas ...and she had babies! </td></tr>
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Sailing Fiji<br />
Oct 10, 2013<br />
We went to a seminar on sailing the Fiji islands put on by an “Old Salt” by the name Curly. There were 20 other cruising newbies in attendance. We learned how to be careful and not go aground, by remembering some navigational rules. The islands have fringing reefs extending all around and many passages are only navigable in good light when you can see the coral heads, 10-20 ft visibility. The rules in Fijian waters are similar to the French Polynesian and Tuamotu and all other reef areas;<br />
1.Only travel in daylight between 9-3 when the sun is high<br />
2. Don’t travel in poor visibly…period.<br />
3. Watch the weather as it can change daily making some channels hazardous<br />
4. Never trust the electronic charts (now that’s a hard one not to follow)<br />
So, after this 3hr navigational warning lecture, I was overwhelmed and didn’t want to go anywhere outside of this marina!<br />
But, today, we let the rain clear into a glorious flat calm sunny day and we are motoring over to Koro Island for a look. Anchor down at 2:30pm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sailing from Savusavu to Koro Island</td></tr>
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Threading our way into a bay through shallow reefs of turquoise on either side has me reaching for the beer at anchor down time! Fiji is a technical sailing area full of dangerous reefs. My suggestion anyone sailing these waters is too read up on several notes of cruisers who have documented their travels; one is by S/V Soggy Paws. Google their travels around the South Pacific. Good information.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The longest jetty in Fiji at the Koro Beach Resort</td></tr>
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We are safely sheltered in the North anchorage of Koro Island at 17 .15S, 179.22E. It’s calm and quiet, but remote. The next day we motor around the corner to Dere Bay and take a mooring off the Koro Beach Resort which is a private subdivision of 40 homes and lots for sale. Many ex-pats are "living the island life" here. It is very rustic and not built up at all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koro Beach Resort</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snorkeling is great at Koro Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful coral and so many varieties!</td></tr>
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We enjoyed one day of snorkeling along the outer reef off Koro Beach Resort. It was a beautiful calm, clear day. (Later, John will say it was the Calm before the Storm you always read about.) While exploring we landed the dingy on a beach to “shell” when a couple of boys from the village came to say hello. It was the Fijian Independence Day holiday so all the kids were out playing or fishing. They really “eye-balled” our dingy and wanted to know all about where we sailed from. We offered the boys a ride in the dinghy and Oh Boy! Was that a treat for them! Yelling and whooping at their friends and they came running down the beach to try and catch a ride…but alas, too late, as we sped out in a spray away to the commands and excitement of the boys to leave their friends behind. All in good fun!</div>
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Around 3:00pm we explore Sandy Island, a small sandbar that appears only at low tide. It was great fun to “shell” in the shallow sand. Suddenly, we looked up to see dark ominois clouds forming on the horizon. We decide to get back to the boat. And no sooner than minutes late at 25knot blow swept through! We had minutes to close the hatches and get ready. We were on a mooring, but on a leeshore with strong winds. If the mooring line breaks there is only seconds before the boat may be away on the reef! We thought it would be just a squall and over in a few minutes, but no…it continued into the night, a full on low pressure, unexpected by the local forecasts. The boat rock’ n ‘rolled and hobby-horsed. We had promised to have dinner at the Koro Beach Resort so had to go ashore. We tried to enjoy a dinner with other visitors, but were too distracted watching the boat pitch. We went back early to the “wild Ride” and I spent a long night on anchor watch!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A quieter night at anchor</td></tr>
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In the morning, the storm had passed. We decided to move across the infamous Vatu-I-Ra channel to Makongai Island. This is a narrow pass between two land masses with reefs on either side. There is always reported strong winds. Our winds were a fresh 20 knots. Sailing along at 6.5 knots is fine boat speed for Wizard. But, as we enterd the pass the winds and chop became stronger. It was a challenge to negotiate the given waypoints into the pass and entrance to Makogai Island. We could see breaking reefs on one side and light turquoise shallow spots (reefs) on the other as we bumped and rolled throught he chop! I was none too happy about this challenge! We tacked for a new course and BAMM! all the kitchen drawers flew out over the cabin sole! What a fricken mess! Knives, silverware, beans and cans all over the place! Luckily, no open containers.</div>
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John keeps his cool! And negotiates the pass and into the anchorage at Makongai Island. Another wild ride! We're happy to be here and ready for a rest and to explore another island in Fiji!</div>
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John and Sue Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709025500543126244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953867646002207702.post-16822760699901232782013-10-02T21:59:00.001-07:002013-10-21T16:27:14.695-07:00 Tonga to Fiji<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Leaving Tonga today...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting 5 hours for fuel truck with six boats rafted together on fuel dock!</td></tr>
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September 26, 2013<br />
WE are waiting to check out of Tonga. Waiting for the fuel truck. They say the truck will arrive on “Tongan Time” which will be when it is… We were told to pre-arrange 24 hr in advance for the “duty-free” fuel. We arrived at 10:00am. But we are still waiting. Several other boats are waiting with us. We’ve cleared our papers and passports with customs, but now we are waiting…<br />
Finally, after 5 hr delay, the fuel truck arrives… fuels six boats waiting…and we are off to overnight in outer island anchorage.<br />
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September 28, 2013<br />
Leaving Tonga in the distance, we sail out in near perfect conditions; puffy white clouds clear blue skies with light lights 10-15knots. Wizard sails best scooting along at 5.5knots. We left in a weather window with SE trades along with three other boats-destination- Savusavu, Fiji.<br />
Calico Jack- Travis & Joanne<br />
Yindee Plus- Chris, Sue & boys, Wil & Sid<br />
Galligano- Matt & Charlotte<br />
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Sailing directly into dark squally clouds with rain on the port side, white puffy clouds on starboard…will we be heading into bad weather?</div>
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The 3 day sail is pleasant with 10-15 knot winds. Wizard sails nicely in this wind, some downwind time, some broad reaching as we turn the corner into Nanuku Pass heading for Savusavu.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traditional sailing canoe of Tonga</td></tr>
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I have time, now to reflect on our one year plus of sailing. …<br />
The year has passed really fast. We have sailed over 6,000 miles and will have visited five countries before we're finished! Our plans back in Sept 2013 were only to sail south to Mexico with the Baja Rally. We spent 3 months in and around Banderas Bay and exploring the coast of Mexico. We met so many cruisers who where going on west on the “Pacific Puddle Jump” that we decided to go for it. This is the across the Pacific Ocean to French Polynesia Rally. Again, not too much thought, we just needed to add a few more items for the passage, like 200ft more chain for the deeper anchorages and more provisions, and another crew member and we were off!<br />
Our 21-day passage to Marquesas was not the fastest, but certainly not the slowest time. We experienced light to fair winds the whole way, an uneventful passage, of which I'm thankful! There are many stories to share this past year and I have enjoyed journaling the highlights on my blog, <a href="http://sailingonwizard.blogspot.xn--com-9o0a./">sailingonwizard.blogspot.com</a><br />
Some reflections on the two people who started this journey in one mind-set and where that mind set has come or gone is my goal here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arrived in Fiji! </td></tr>
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When these two people, one with some sailing experience, the other not-so much combine to travel the high seas together, there are many exciting adventures to share, but more important are the changes that happen between the two people. There’s the mutual trust, rules to agree to, compromising, the learning curve, the arguments and the forgiving and lots of beer drinking in between that makes the two people closer and stronger than before the adventure. Truly, we have enjoyed our time together, or at least survived!.<br />
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Some interesting “tid-bits” to share:<br />
-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I haven’t worn a pair of jeans or pants for one year<br />
-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I haven’t worn shoes for over a year<br />
-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>My entire clothes closet fits in a 2x3 plastic storage box<br />
- I barely remember what day it is, let alone my "passwords" for the Internet!<br />
-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>You really can live with less!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">Savusavu, Fiji</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Copra Shed Marina in Savusavu, Fiji</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the fresh veggies at the market!</td></tr>
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Arrived in Savusavu! Destination the Copra Shed Marina located up the Nakema River. It’s a protected spot with the boats moored in line up the river. On shore is the bustling small town filled with people, markets and services. The “yachtie” community contributes to this economy, buying provisions, drinking beer at the yacht club and dining out at the many restaurants. The food is good and a varied mix of Indian, Fijian, and Chinese. The mix cultures is friendly and interesting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorful stores filled with eclectic goods</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Showing off in my new "wrap-around" pants. The custom is to be modestly dressed.</td></tr>
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We only have a few weeks to discover Fiji. Most cruisers spent a season here (six months). The sailing through the islands can be challenging because of the reefs. We'll see what we can see in a month. Then on towards Australia!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coconut palms sway in the breeze</td></tr>
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