Maupiti to Tonga

Welcome to the human washing machine.  You’ll get little sleep and thrown around alot.  Oh and a fair few squalls thrown in as well!
I’m slowly remembering why I dislike upwind sailing..  wearing foul weather gear enroute to Tonga was not something I was envisaging.
No wind, no  wind,  no wind and now too much!  Parmeston and then Beveridge reef have been ruled out due to the high winds and we’ve had to race our way to Nuie to get there before dark. Not the smooth downwind cruising we were hoping for but all somehow worth it for a drink in the world’s most remote yacht club!
We sort of hoped spending a few days in Nuie might give the weather a little chance to calm down but no such luck. The sea was still the swelly confused mess it had been before. The wind angle was more of a broad reach this time but meant that the boat rocked from side to side instead of holding one angle.  Forever being rolled takes its tole as it makes sleeping, cooking and showering very difficult. One fateful night I was dreaming about chips and gravy and was suddenly awoken by something smacking me in both knees. I looked up to find the Miss Tiggy guest book (a fair size!) on the floor next to me after it had flown across the cabin and bounced off me. Slightly crippled I went up to the cockpit only to find that poor James had been smacked in the face by a flying fish whilst on foredeck. It was a funny/painful night!
After another 24 hours or so of chillyness at sea we arrived in Tonga. Here the landscape was yet again different to everywhere we had been previous.After a lot of lagoons and atolls it was odd to be arriving in a place that had quite a high topography and didn’t require entering through a pass to get in!

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