More Than A Bath

The local bath houses are called Yuu or Sento located within the city or village where Japanese people go to socialize and bathe.  Most homes have shower and baths but ritual and tradition bring people to the bath houses, its an Event. Young Mothers bring in children, older mothers and grandmothers come alone, perhaps meeting their friends.

The bathhouse is gender separated, one large dressing room with large benches for sitting, long counters with sinks, massage chairs with magazine tables, a tatami mat or wooden floor are common decor. The bathing area awaits behind the steamed glass.

Step into the entrance, pay the attendant and you’re guided to the proper gender bathing area.  After pretending not to be totally embarrassed, self consciously strip and stow your clothing in one of the lockers (shoes were left outside the main entrance), leave your towel on top of the clothing pile.  Carry your soap, shampoo, wash cloth and parade over to the double sliding door and step into a  giant steaming room lined by shower heads and faucets, the soaking tubs are in the center or along the opposite wall.  While  juggling your bath gear, take a plastic dish pan size tub, a small plastic seat about 12″ in diameter and 12″ off the floor – long legged persons be prepared to have your knees up to your chest – and sit at a faucet and tiled counter that is 24″ above the floor. The faucet is multifunctional, turn this knob for spout, turn that knob another way for the shower head. Caution by previous experience: The water may be extremely hot so pay close attention to the hidden hot/cold mixture knob before turning on the water. All operating instructions are written in Japanese, sometimes with picture-grams.

“Manner rules”  are also posted but written in Japanese. Look around the room and discreetly watch the locals, spend less than 2 seconds on any one person or you might be considered rude.
1) Don’t splash the next person sitting next to you. (12″ of elbow room                        between neighbors is plenty of space!)
2) No smoking or drinking
3) No soap or towels in the soaking tubs
4) Don’t dump out the cold salt water with your bath pan
5) No running or jumping
6) Wipe or shake off excess water before leaving the bath area.  hint: take a                small hand towel and keep it dry
7) Enjoy your bath

Once you’ve lathered up,  scrubbed your feet and thoroughly rinsed, leave your bath items and walk to the soaking tubs.  The tiled Tubs are generally 3 ft deep, 6-8 ft across and 15-20 ft long. Each tub varies in dimension. Fresh hot water is continually piped in. Sometimes its heated by propane, we’ve seen wood heated ones too. Sometimes the water is piped  in from a mountain hotspring – the true Onsen, or the purified seawater has been heated.  The first one will be beyond hot, some reach 110 degrees. Try the second or third one, down around 100 degrees. Watch out for the electric outlet soaking tub  (The electrical therapy tub) John was unaware and swore he received a 110v shock treatment directly to his lower backside. He embarrassingly broke rule #5.   (But more importantly, I believe he has fully recovered from random tics, cursing outbursts and muscle spasms.)

Once accustomed to the hot water, the bath makes you feel like you are in a different world. The world stops as you float in the bubbling jets, the aches and pains disappear. Soak as long as you can stand the heat.
The cold tub is a definite must!  After being thoroughly heated just before the sweating stage get into the ice cold tub. Sea water is purified and piped in, or city water has been chilled to 50 degrees. Don’t hesitate just sit down. After the initial shock to your senses the water begins to feel warm. Move between the hot and cold tubs a couple of times no sense of hot or cold remains. There are stand up shower stalls for the elderly, outdoor cold soaking tub for the real hardy folk, and steamy saunas.

On the women’s side, grannies my age and beyond may share a different experience. They come to you with soap or shampoo, sometimes somebody will offer to wash your back, they talk in quiet voices and relax in the tubs together. Lathered, rinsed , and soaked at least twice over you’re ready to get out.
After  wiping off the excess water or drip drying, step into the cool air of the dressing room experience.  Just as ritual as bathing, you enter the realm of Japanese woman body acceptance, whatever its form. Shiny skin glowing from the heat. Their aura is peaceful and relaxed. They smile at one another, marvel at their  own forms,  verbally express to one another their  gratitude for cleanliness and relaxation.
They sit on the large benches with their bath towels casually draped around their shoulders. Without inhibitions they weigh themselves, pat their nude bottoms, lotions, hair brushes, and clean face towels are brought out. Joined in by most, they chatter about the dinner menu or news events, the latest fashions, this and that takes. Half dressing, half sitting they continue to share the moment of womanhood.
From start to finish, more than an hour of intimate time in the bathing experience. Last summer I was very privileged to experience the bath ritual with 3 generations. My mother, sister and niece.

After the first intimidating bath experience, you learn to relax after becoming accustomed to the 2 second gawks, nods and curious smiles. After all, these are just local bath houses with local people from small cities or villages and foreigners  (gaijins) are rare in the local bath house.

The Onsen is very different, many Japanese tourists go for a weekend getaway and you will encounter many foreigners. It isn’t quite the intimate experience with total strangers.  Most of the Onsen are tattoo forbidden but lately it has become subtly ignored. We didn’t have any issues with our tattoos but were very self conscious of the implication -Yakuza members.

This is Kasasa Ebisu, The Southerrn tip of Kyushu on our way to Nagasaki back in May 2017.  I had the entire bath area to myself as did John. Its very elegant, the ambiance is what matters most in these places.

Japan Adventures

A mega, uber technical country with slow lousy, expensive wifi or none at all, a Data sim card is $55 for 3 GB.
I haven’t blogged about Japan, either moving in the southern volcanoe islands with no wifi, no data or just too busy or lazy.
Nearly 9 months have passed since arriving in Japan. This is a very short version, I’ll write more about some of the nicer adventures in the upcoming blogs.

April to May , 2017
We left beautiful Okinawa ultra modern marina, great new friends, and departed for the Japanese tropical blue water islands 60 miles west of Okinawa and then turned North towards Kyushu. We motored 13+hr days for 5 days stopping at small islands with the average population of 150 to 5,000
We ran into the Osaka Yakuza (mafia), disgruntled knife wielding fisherman on 60′ fishing boats, gracious wonderful citizens who were curious about the foreigners on a small sailing yacht, generous farmers, mad drivers, and shop keepers who apologized for not having bread in stock. Mostly friendly locals who wanted to give us a ride or offered food.  A 90 year lady cleaned new bamboo shoots and was off to the market.




We were on a tight schedule to make it to Nagasaki marina for our scheduled haul out. Weather wasn’t helping the schedule. We endured a big storm on our way to Iwo Jima, grateful to be tied up in the worst of it. We spent 10 days in the Nagasaki Sunset marina painting Konami’s bottom and routine maintenance. Our Australian cruising friends on SV Dione from Micronesia were there also. Afterwards spent 3 days sightseeing before moving North.
Nagasaki, the second site of the WW2 devastating A bomb was very moving and heart wrenching. Displays of cranes and peace for the future, and written pleads to all nations to end all war.

June 2017
We continued along the west coast of Kyushu stopping in remote villages and mega city Fukuoka before entering the Kanmo Kaikyo strait. This relatively narrow passage between Kyushu and mainland Honshu is crowded with cargo ships, freighters and tugs, and fishing boats. The current can run at 6-8 kts at the peak so timing of the 10 nautical mile passage was critical. It was thankfully uneventful but interesting to watch it all go by.

June 2017 through the Seto Nakai
The inland sea was fantastic. More than 3,000 small islands, some uninhabited other than  a small flshing dock, some with shrines, museums, and temples. Motored all of it, through narrow straights with rushing currents, fish traps and farms, cargo vessels, fishing boats trolling giant nets stretched in our path. Beautiful water gradually turned green with bits of trash everywhere. We rushed to arrive in Osaka to catch a flight to Busan, Korea to renew our 90 day visa.  By June 20 Konami was tied to her summer home in a small inland boat harbor filled with a small fishing fleet, dirty water that made us cringe,still does, and giant steel manufacturing plants. Ok, its cheap that’s why.  $950/month vs $350/month with no amenities to speak of but its closer to my family in Kyoto and Osaka. Good bye clear  blue water!
July 2017
A much needed down time with my mom, sister and niece from the States. We spent 2 wonderful weeks with a family reunion with our large Japanese family.  We had a terrific time sightseeing in Kyoto before my family departed back to the States.
10 days after they departed Japan we got the distressing news of Mom’s fall needing a hip replacement. I flew back to Oregon and spent 4 months with my parents. John stayed on for 7 weeks in Japan to secure the boat for typhoon season.
August – November 2017
 Most of our time was spent tending to my frail parents,  short precious time with our sons and families, met 3 new grandchildren, and  a few short hours with siblings and good friends where ever we could meet up.  We ate everything we had missed in the 22 months being away. All the fresh fruits and veggies, ice cream, pizza, great Oregon craft beers, chocolate and wine.
Culture shock had set in too. We experienced depression, insomnia, boat separation anxiety, overwhelmed with land living and responsibilities. Everywhere  outside conversations  invaded our heads. When you’ve been away for long periods of time where you don’t hear your native language you automatically tune out all language and conversations. Then, all of a sudden its like someone turned on the incessant noisy TV.
December 8, 2017
We gave families and friends hugs, well wishes and returned to lonely Konami just in time for winter. We spent a week stowing new boat gear, airing out winter clothing, and packing up summer gear. Got out our trusty folding bikes and got back into our routine of just 2 people talking, quiet boat, coin laundry, crowded streets, walking 3 blocks to the toilet and decrepit shower stall. John had to move Konami to the outer area of the marina before he left Japan so wifi wasn’t available unless we walked to the marina office and sat in the unheated building.
My Japanese girlfriend, Kimiko sent us 2 down comforters with sheets and a puffy down jacket from Tokyo and the package was waiting for us they day we arrived from the airport. Kimiko saved us as we had no blankets on board. We came from the tropics remember?
Winter is miserable here, fortunately we have a diesel heater in the engine room that blows toasty 70 degree heat. We didn’t remove the webasto heater, John was adamant about bringing it with us. Smart guy!
Christmas and New Year 2017
We spent Christmas eve sailing in the local yacht race with friends on their boat. Cold and slow but it was nice to be out sailing. The party afterwards was enjoyable with the local yachties. There was Santa Claus too though we must’ve been bad this year as we sadly didn’t receive any presents.
Kimiko saved us again and invited us to spend Christmas break with her and her husband, Koichi. A vacation!!  Warm beds, hot shower and bath, flushing singing toilet, incredible food – she is a wonderful cook by the way. Great shopping and sightseeing in the Tokyo area. Lots of beautiful shrines and prayers.
New Year celebration is beyond a normal holiday. 7 days of eating traditional foods that bring happiness, health, good fortune, family closeness,  and mean hangovers.
We had exceptionally good weather while in Tokyo. Sunny, cold wind but lots of nice winter clothing. We had a very memorable New Year celebration, something I always wanted to experience.
January 2018
Back in the groove of boat living, watching old recorded TV shows, cuddling with our blankets as the wind howls outside. We’ve  had snow flurries, very  little rain, lots sunny freezing days.  Diesel is around $5/gal and the heater burns about a half gallon /day so we bought a small watt electric heater to help. We also bought an electric waterpot and small stovetop butane burner to help offset the cost of propane. A 20 pound tank of propane is $48, expensive.  Coin laundry is about $15 for 2 loads. With the heavy clothing its costing a little more than summer wear. Food is our biggest expense. We spend about $150/week, not including meals out. We don’t eat a lot of meat either. Train tickets are outrageous, a trip to the big grocery store is $3/per person so we ride our bikes as much as possible.
We plan on doing more sightseeing, though February is supposedly the coldest month of the year. Great, as if it hasn’t been cold enough. But we are down to just a few months before we leave Japan so land travelling all bundled up.

Saipan, Very Dear to our Hearts!

Just a quick statement about the  26 hour passage events. It was WET, bouncy, 2 drawers jumped out of their places, two anchors on the bow, 200′ of our anchor chain was still in the chain locker- forgot to pull it down into the bilge and the remaining 50′ slid forward to the forepeak within the bilge. In our hasty departure out of Guam we forgot to batten down the V- berth hatch and hadn’t discovered it until everything was sitting in a large puddle of salt water! We were fully loaded with fuel and water, bikes, SUPs, and lots of provisions. The heavy bow combined with short period 6-8′ very steep waves, close hauled and we were diving with full bowsprit into the water. As we pitched upward the green water gushed down the leeward side where we sat. Sue hailed us about 20 miles into the passage and asked if we wanted to turn back as they also pitched downward and also had water running down into their cockpit. Gushers filled the cockpit, there wasn’t a dry spot left, the port lazarette filled up a couple of times. John hand pumped the water out. We were soaked beyond comfort, Only good thing it was still warm outside. 26 hours later, we entered the calm harbor and tied to the large ferry dock with SV Ouistitis and SV Dionne.
Non potable clean city water and 110 30 amp electricity were free on the dock but no showers or toilets available. $8/ day dock fee, no Harbor or Customs fees. We immediately hosed ourselves, removed the entire contents of the V berth and stacked it on deck. It took nearly 8 days to dry the hosed out cushions, we looked like traveling vagabonds as we slowly repacked the boat.
We left our 45# CQR on the dock, our new friend Moon, took it home. Good riddance to a broken, worthless anchor – email us if you want to know more about that mess.

So onto the part of our wonderful Saipan adventure. We met absolutely, incredibly generous and beautiful friends from all over the world.
Saipan isn’t a cruising destination as most boats heading to Japan stop in Guam to provision and boogie on. For those cruisers who take the time to travel the additional 120 miles northward, the rewards of the people, culture, history and geography is beyond imagination!

The dock is located in the channel so all the tourists from China, Korea and a few Japanese board the ferries outbound to the luscious islands around Saipan where the water is beautiful aqua blue, turquoise green, the diving and snorkeling are pristine and the very fine white coral sand is like powdered sugar.IMG_2114 It was on the dock where we met all our new friends. At the lower left corner you can see two masts, Konami and Dione. Ouistitis is in the middle of the lower half of the picture.

The first set of friends – Mike an American, and his gorgeous Indonesian wife, Nora stopped by and we began talking about boats. Mike has a 40′ TaShing sailboat in Maryland currently undergoing a refit for near future cruising. Nora sailed as crew so has a good background and knowledge. They immediately offered us rides around the island, sites of WWII war and peace memorials, took us to a great breakfast shack. BBQ at their condo poolside, and spent time just hanging out together. Nora drove us where-ever we needed to go, to process our check out papers and last minute fresh food provisioning.

Our next set of friends – Dave, an American Tugboat Captain working between Marshall Isl and who also owns a sailboat in the Saipan harbor, and his lovely Thailand wife Kwaye Pronounced Gale, brought us dinner and offered anything we could possibly need during our stay.

Randy, an American who is First Mate on the Tugboat and his Thailand wife Cindy, ran John and Glenn around town getting fuel, looking for boat parts, had potable water delivered to our boat, brought us Mickey bullet beers, dinner, fresh fruit and all around great conversations.

Nida, our new Phillipina friend is Operations Manager at the Hard Rock Cafe in Saipan brought out the best Nachos for us since Mexico! We enjoyed Nida so much, I hope we meet again in San Francisco where her mother lives. I think we melted our credit card buying T shirts for the grandchildren, and of course a few items for ourselves. Can’t wait to wear my Saipan shirt in the Tokyo cafe!

Ron, an American who owns his software consulting company and his delightful, totally non-stop moving Thailand wife Moon, a former restaurant chef, brought us home cooked meals beyond words. Lemon grass chicken, lime leaf curry with chicken, I wish I could have some now. I have a bag full of dried kefir lime leaves from her tree and a gallon bag full of lemongrass from Gale’s garden. IMG_2128Ron took John and Glenn out to the Forbidden island where they enjoyed cave swimming and around the reef.

Most of our new friends either spend time together or are acquainted.

There were so many other people, mostly strangers that touched our lives and made us feel so at home and generous with fresh fruit and home cooked meals. We had people stopping by the boat at 8:30 a.m. until late afternoon. Between touring around the island, spending time with our new friends, Glenn and Sue, and the French cruisers Eric and Marielle, we were never on the boat long enough to cook anything other than breakfast.

By far, Saipan is the most beautiful island we have visited. The coastline is stunning with shear line cliffs, pristine water, limestone and coral mountains, coconut lined white sand beaches where you can wade out nearly 200′ and still be waist deep in clear warm water. The highways are well maintained, better than the Portland area.
The streets and roadsides are clean despite the abundance of tour buses and thousands of tourists similar to Hawaii. Surprisingly, we didn’t see many American or European tourists, aka Howlies. Perhaps the airline tickets are cost prohibitive? As an American citizen we can sign up for a PO box and become a permanent resident. A 2 bedroom fully furnished condo is roughly $750/month! Food is relatively cheap, and locally grown. Beef is a little expensive as its imported, but beef raised on Rota, a nearby island is high quality and delicious.
We didn’t see a fish market but we weren’t cooking dinners either.

The Carolinians, the original inhabitants and Chomorro natives no longer maintain their national heritage cultures with festivals or community awareness like Guam. Its very unfortunate to lose a culture after the last generation has moved on. We asked about any possibilities of viewing or meeting someone who could give us background information. We did attend first Thursday celebration in the city park. A group of young Carolinian men performed their traditional voyage dance with native costumes. After a few dances volunteers within the audience were asked to come up on stage and give it a try. John and Glenn and a few other men were pulled up and gave their best 20 minute performance. Having danced well in front of a hundred people they were rewarded with a palm frond headpiece that symbolized God’s power and protection for their voyage. We saved John’s headpiece for our boat.
Moon brought her signature lemongrass rice, we purchased a yummy roasted chicken from the Asian food vendor and we all sat on the lawn with our dinner and drinks. A terrific fun and warm evening. Sorry, I don’t have the pictures yet.

The night life comes alive with tourists, great restaurants, clubs, and numerous massage parlors where young Chinese women stand outside their glass front windows with the visible massage chairs inside. Ahem, gotta wonder about some of them. John and Glenn didn’t appear to be too interested with Sue and I standing nearby giving them the stink-eye.

Nora took us snorkeling at the grotto cave. There is no place to leave your shoes or belongings so don’t take anything, you must walk barefoot. The blue water is so clear and colorful – you can see the giant coral bed nearly 30′ below. the ocean water comes in from the cave openings at the oceanside but you can only see intense blue light as you snorkel around the edges of the cave. The stalagmites hang down from the cave ceiling about 15 -25′ above the waterline. The incoming current and waves around the 7′ jump off rock is very intimidating. A lifeguard stands on the giant rock across from the cliffside and gives the signal to jump across the gap. The rope going across the gap is your only lifeline of making it safely across if you jump at the wrong moment. The lifeguard in the water below the rock signals when to jump into the sea. Glenn went first, I nearly slid off the rock rather than jump, I was so afraid but felt compelled to be brave. Nora went in after me, she’s a scuba diver so no fear, John was last. The water surges with such force it pulls you outward from the rock towards the back of the cave where the water comes in 30′ below. Getting out was easy, kick hard back to the giant rock platform and the natural large steps on the side are manageable even with flippers. Getting back to the cliffside rocks are the same current and crashing waves and need to be negotiated carefully. Its free and worth the effort of climbing barefoot back up the long concrete staircase in the cliffside.

Mike and Nora drove us to The Bonzai Cliff over the ocean and Suicide cliff, the memorials were quite moving.IMG_2075IMG_2072 A tremendous amount of lives lost on both sides, civilian women and children were told to jump rather than submit to the “ferocious treatment” by the American Army. Large caves in the face of the limestone mountains and where the large gun shells struck the cliff, the limestone turned white, are still visible. The natural erosion has created a grotesque mask- like face on the mountainside, almost a natural memorial of war horrors.
From the top of Mt. Tapochau, the 360 degree view of Saipan and nearby islands are excellent. The various blue and turquoise colored water, white sand, and cool breeze are beautiful, one could sit for hours and stare out beyond the fields below. There are war remnants left there also, a juxtaposition to all the beauty.

The day before we departed a young Chinese woman asked if we would take her and her mother out to the island for a snorkeling adventure. I explained that our boat was too big and there wasn’t enough water under the keel to get close. I invited them aboard and gave a tour of Konami. They were stunned that we had sailed from the US. And even more stunned that they had the opportunity to see our boat. They were impressed with our gimbaling stove, refrigertor, the amount of food and water,the engine, and the fact that we sailed it with just the two of us aboard. She took lots of pictures with us to prove to her friends that she actually spent time on a sailboat. A “rare experience” as she put it for a Chinese person. They hugged me goodbye and couldn’t thank us enough.

Each day I found myself becoming sadder as time with our new friends came to a close. Saipan is definitely a place to live for a few years. Perhaps the tourists and congestion would get old but there are places to live where its peaceful and beautiful. Stay out of downtown and its perfect.
We hope to meet all of our friends again in Saipan. These experiences of meeting total strangers and sharing a few precious days or just a few moments with the Chinese mother and daughter are so heart warming and fulfilling. We’re so lucky and Grateful for our adventure, for each other, and our supportive families and friends. AND our really awesome Konami!

Wish we could upload all of our really cool pictures, the wifi at McDonalds just isn’t fast enough.

Roundtrip airfare from Japan is reasonable -$418 and even cheaper from China and Korea, about $200, so if you have the opportunity to travel anywhere in Asia, try to include Saipan. You won’t regret it.

Me on my fun folding bike at Suicide Cliff.IMG_2086 The concrete pad in the background was the latrine left over from the Japanese WWII post. Pretty cool to have that left over.

Guam With A Six Lane Highway


We had a mostly pleasant sail out of Pohnpei. SV Dione was always within 35-50 miles of us. LIke most of our passages we monitor the weather pattern and try to choose the optimal days. The first few days were great sailing and a couple of doldrum days motoring. This 900 mile passage was the longest distance since our Mexico puddle jump crossing.
We had been watching a shear line of warm and cold air colliding, technical weather term is occluded front that formed off the Philippine coast and traveled north beyond Guam, Saipan and the Northern Marianas but thought it would weaken by the time we arrived in the vicinityThe forecast was for 25 kt winds just as we would arrive in Guam and the direction would be just aft of our beam. Sounded okay, we have storm sails.
About one day out from the SE coast of Guam the wind and waves built rapidly. Our friend Lou in Portland was texting us weather reports from NOAA and it appeared to be ominous.  IMG_1930We considered heaving to 150 miles out but it was already too late, the wind speed was much higher. It wasn’t the wind that caught us off guard. The lightening was directly overhead and bolts were traveling downward into the sea. We put most of our spare navigation gear and laptops in the oven, a quick faraday emergency protection. The waves become so tall and were breaking at the boat. At times we dropped into the valley of rolling breakers and the horizon disappeared. We quickly dropped the reefed sails and hoisted the storm trysail and continued sailing. Fortunately the sane captains and boats stayed in port so we weren’t worried about colliding courses, and we monitored the chartplotter with AIS from below. The most we could do was poke our heads out every 15 minutes. Fortunately Capt Janeway, our monitor windwave maintained course with the heavy air wind paddle for us. Down below the movement and shrieking rigging was tolerable.
47 miles off the SE coastline of Guam we heard Dione hail the US Coast Guard reporting their concern that they had lost radio contact with us for over 24 hours. Oh no, the last thing we wanted was the CG contacting our “emergency contacts” at home. We quickly responded to the CG with our position and condition, “all is well”.
We rounded the south end of Guam at 11:00 p.m., the wind dropped to 20 knots, the seas became moderate 8′ waves. For the first time in over 20 hours John was able to get some sleep on the cabin floor. The port control asked us to stand off til daylight to enter. Technically we could’ve responded with hazardous conditions to our boat and well being and been allowed in but no problem, we found shelter just behind the south headland about a mile from the entrance and heaved to with the engine running at the lowest speed possible to maintain forward motion from the beach. It was calm and peaceful, we each caught an hour of sleep.
At daybreak we had permission to enter the harbor ahead of the inbound US Navy frigate that was 3 miles away. An overly exciting passage ended with overload of stress, hand steering over 16′ waves 10 seconds apart, a near knockdown by a 20 wave on the beam and 28 knots of wind on the nose with the frigate bearing down on us. John nearly turned back out to sea but one last hard roar of our awesome 50hp Perkins and a hard pull to starboard on the rudder gave us the momentum to round up and over the last bitchin wave from Neptune’s armpit. Goodbye easy, NE trade wind sailing, Aargh to the wild Pacific ocean north of the equator! It was surreal, thats all we can say. We made our way into the Mariana Yacht club anchorage and tied to a new mooring ball. It was 10:00 a.m., breakfast had NEVER tasted so delicious!

We spent two weeks in Guam, shared a rental car with Glenn and Sue, SV Dione and had a blast driving the entire island a couple of times. For the most part, Guam isn’t exactly geographicaly stunning like other Pacific islands. The rich hisotry makes up for it though.

The native  Chamorro natives were the original inhabitants of Guhan. Today the Chamorro natives keep an active awareness of their heritage with festivals and community events. A new museum featuring Chamorro natives opened a few days after we departed Guam.IMG_2034Sir Captain Magellan arrived in the late 1500’s and slaughted most of the men in order to populate Guam with Spanish culture and citizens. Very gallant man.

John drove the 10 days, a treat for him to drive the six lane highway that was congested at rush hour just like Portland. We spent oodles of money provisioning, bought our folding bikes for our Japan adventure, and crammed more stuff into the boat than it can really carry. We never stopped from 7:00 a.m. to dark. The dinghy ride was nearly 1/4 mike each way to shore and the wind never died down below 10 kts, a very wet ride. We got to the point of riding back to the boat in our underwear a couple of times. The real standup hot shower was by far, the best aspect. I certainly didn’t feel guilty for standing under the spray with blasting hot water running over my head.
We ate WInchell donuts, McDonalds, Applebee giant burgers, an authentic German meal with large mugs of draft German beer, packaged pork rinds, and ate junk food to our hearts content. We still didn’t gain any weight back from our passage.
Our new Dickenson grill arrived at the post office, we admit we splurged and had it shipped from state side but it is worth every cent. We had grilled steaks and mashed potatoes with Glenn and Sue, it was our first steak since we left Portland.

Its a hotspot for Japanese and Korean tourists. SIgns, posters, and menus are written in 3 languages. Bus loads of tourists roll into every coastline attraction. The giant shopping mall with Louis Vitton, Gucci, Coach, and low end Macy department store (my stopping place) was packed with Japanese people. We provisioned heavily at Walmart where many Japanese tourists were buying up peanut butter, nuts, and other oddball items that are expensive in Japan. My cue on what to purchase before departing Guam.

Our two weeks zoomed by, we absolutely loved Guam. We were fortunate the rainy season wasn’t upon us, it begins in late April.image We had beautiful weather, great food, and fun friends to hang out with. The only drawback was the spotty 4G wifi that was great when it worked. Most of the time at the boat we were without wifi. Diesel was $4.11/gallon, we used about 15 gallons on our passage from Pohnpei, especially during the harbor entrance running at 2300 rpm. Oh well.

Off to Saipan, our next blog.

Okinawa, Japan

We jumped to Japan and will get back with Guam and Saipan. If you go anywhere, go to Saipan, especially by sailboat!

We had a decent passage from Saipan. 1250 miles, we calculated 10 days minimum, 12 at most. We literally skipped the boat across the waves, sometimes sailing fast over 7.4 knots with all 3 sails, the main and yankee partially reefed. 150 miles, 130, 120, our daily counts were going down along with the waves.
The first 3 days were incredible sailing, a little bouncy, a few waves broke over the top sending water to the radar height – 15 feet up the mast, over the dodger, and only one cockpit gusher, but it was gloriously dry compared to the Saipan and Guam passages. Quistiti, the French 43′ steel boat passed us the first night out but we maintained email contact with them, about one day ahead of us.
At one point we made 15 miles in 8 hours going horizontally rather than towards Japan, it looked like we were heading to Taiwan on the chart. We motored quite a bit as we headed into opposing 2 knot current and lught wind. Our forward boat speed dropped to 1.5 kts with 2000 rpm. At this rate we began to calculate our fuel burn as the wind continued to wane and the next two day wind forecast was diminishing even more.
We couldn’t maintain our rhumb line, the wind was clocking around so quickly and lightly, the sail changes and tacking became exhausting. Recalculate the fuel burn. The temperature dropped dramatically, No more minimal clothing sailing. Jackets, wet pants, socks, coats all a mess down below as we changed each time to avoid sleeping in a salty bed. Salt was layered over the boat, lines, and cockpit. Konami appeared to be covered in diamonds.
The wind forecast became unpredictable. A small High front which we were in, sandwiched between two passing low fronts, then a massive high with fast wind. And when we finally got through it after heaving to 135 miles out from Okinawa, we were ready for the passage to end. A hangup in email, lack of satelitte phone, and “proper” entry clearance into Japan had us hove to for another 24 hours, 15 miles off the coast of Okinawa as we waited for our information to be processed by the Japanese coast guard. All was good, we cleaned the boat, cold showered in the cockpit in 60 degrees, and rested up for our grand entrance into Japan. Here we are in full dress, make up with earrings, and clean shaven.
Our dream come true realized 21 months after leaving our hometown Portland, how could anything mess that up?

And during our passage, our twin  grandsons were born. All went well, Mom and babies were doing well, not sure about the Dad, perhaps in a daze?

Jittery, excited, nervous about communicating, eating great food, and most of all- seeing our families coming from home in just a few short 3 months. The Yonabaru marina is world class with every amenity possible, we have everything here, except wifi and money.
We spent the first 3 days with Eric and Mariella, the French couple and their girls traveling to Naha via bus to finish off Customs, immigration and permit processes. My Japanese speaking ability is slowing starting to revive itself. I can ask the bus driver if the bus is going to where we want to get off. My reading skills are also starting to focus,  So many squiggly lines!
The first morning after we arrived I was just too excited to sleep so at 5:30 a.m. I went walking. And in the park near the marina was a group of people my age, performing the “radio exercise” routine. Well I just walked right up, stood and watched until one member noticed me and invited me to join them. 18 new friends, all excited to meet me, hear that we came by a sailboat, and very curious about my heritage.
Needless to say, the last two weeks have been spent with them every morning exercising at 6:00 a.m., taking them out for a ride on the boat – a very rare experience for the average Japanese, eating delicious home cooked Okinawan food that included pig’s innards and feet. We loved the flavor, but something I probably won’t include in my future cooking repertoire due to the texture of the softened cartilage.
We have been surrounded with incredibly heart warming people who are not just ordinary kind Okinawans. Our new friends include famous masters of Okinawan dance, opera singer, composer, Japanese calligraphy teacher, hand craft designers, Chef, and Shamisen teacher.IMG_2225
IMG_2205The French people have been included in our gatherings and the Japanese people just don’t stop with gifts and parties.
Yukiko, a woman in the group from Osaka speaks English very well. She has become a very close friend has been our lifeline. She drove us to the airport at the far end of Naha to get a sim card for our phone so we finally have expensive wifi. $55 for 3.2 gb with a 30 day expiration date.
And between my sister managing our legal affairs and good friend in Tokyo who wired us enough money to last for a couple of months, we no longer need the $45 cab ride – one way- to withdraw cash from the only 7-11 ATM machine in Okinawa. Amazing!

So here we are, we hugged our dear friends with tearful goodbyes with hope of meeting again, riding our terrific folding bikes all over town, we’ve finished our paperwork, caught up on making google earth charts for the fishing ports between here and Kyushu, and waiting for this small low front to move off. We and LeOuistiti are headed for the Kerama islands about 35 miles off the west coast of Okinawa, a World heritage park also known as the “blue water” islands.

We are scheduled to haul out in Nagasaki May 15 for 2 weeks for a much needed bottom paint, rebed some leaky through hull valves, wood work and general maintenance to get our lovely Konami back to her grand state. Dione went to Chichi Jima, north of the Marianas. We will meet up with them in the Nagasaki boat yard painting side by side, and continue together from there.
And by the way, the harbor master said he heard from other Japanese sailors that the Westsail boat is the best boat for traveling around the world, it can go anywhere, safely.

Pohnpei, FSM

It has been a very, very busy month for us here in beautiful Pohnpei. We arrived in 3 days after leaving rainy Kosrae nearly a month ago.  Our departure was a wild ride coming out of the Kosrae pass; the wind, waves and swell were on our nose. We didn’t have a dry spot left on the entire boat top by the time we motored beyond the tip of the island and turned downwind. Upon clearing the extending reef the wind was in our favor but the waves were big and came at us with a vengeance. Slowly the seas calmed down and we had a decent sail for the next 30 hours. Eventually the wind died, the sails drooped, on came the engine. We motored the rest of the way into Pohnpei.

We arrived at the commercial wharf, completed the quarantine and customs paperwork, and waited for the immigration group. 5 hours later John hailed the Port Control and asked when we should expect immigration to arrive. The conversation between the Port and Immigration was in Pohnpeian but we gathered by the laughter between the parties that somebody screwed up and forgot we were in. 30 minutes later they drove up and the “Superior” asked us why we hadn’t checked in when we first arrived, 5 hours ago.?? Exhausted, and hangry, we just sighed relieved to be in.

At the anchorage we were very pleased to hook up the SV Carina. We started following their blog 5 years ago, stayed in contact with them on facebook and dreamed that one day we might meet them in an anchorage. Dreams do come true! Leslie and Philip have been sailing the South Pacific, across to Indonesia and back, now working their way homeward to Kingston, Washington. For nearly 12 years they have sailed, blogged and are contributors to the Soggy Paws’ South Pacific compendium that hundreds of cruisers from all over the world have come to depend upon. The latest sailing information, customs and immigration requirements, island culture, and all the essential information that cruisers need when arriving in a new country are well documented in “the Compendiums”.

Leslie and Philip gave us a ride into town, showed us the local stops for fresh local veggies and fish, and all the other essentials that we needed. Its been wonderful to hang out with them, hike and enjoy talking about sailing adventures over dinner. Philip is an awesome chef and makes mean gin and tonic drinks. Leslie is funny and a kick to be around.  Really a great couple!

The anchorage has more sailboats than we’ve seen since American Samoa, currently there are eight of us. We’re always excited to meet new yachties, most of the time anyway. The day after arrival we sat in the cockpit having our dinner. Just as we finished a guy from the next boat over paddled along side us. We invited him aboard, the polite thing to do when you’re new in the anchorage, he handed up his full wine glass and dropped into the cockpit.  After about 15 minutes judging from the conversation, I wasn’t sure if I was tired from passage or he was just a little different. He asked about our pasta dinner as he stared at our empty bowls and peered down the companionway; must’ve been thinking that would go nicely with his wine. Having raised and fed seven, always hungry boys we know that look of foraging and drool. “No, we had instant ramen” and received more useless yak about the quality of our food.  Second clue, his glass was empty, he eyed our drinks and said “could I have a drink of what you’re drinking”? My tiny facial hairs tingled, met this kind of cruiser before. Well neither John nor I were willing to share our bottles. Alcohol is a very expensive luxury in the islands, anywhere from $40 to $83 for a bourbon that costs $16 in the States, John dug out the cheap tequila. By the way, Two Buck Chuck wine from Trader Joes in the states is $9/bottle here in Pohnpei !!  Third clue, “do you mind if I step to the back of your boat and have a smoke?” We are not good at being assertive when need be. We were in the cockpit, the back of our small boat is two steps away. Again, we should’ve just said NO. Two smokes later, he stepped to the back again. Thinking “chain smoker”, we instead heard the very distinct sound of water flowing overboard. Thoroughly disgusted, I looked at John, rolled my eyes and said ” we just came off a hard passage and exhausted, we are going below”. We avoided him until he departed two days later, totally relieved! There are strange cruisers just like the weird neighbors at home.

Aside from the strange guy, all other cruisers are great. We’ve enjoyed snorkeling and hiking with Leslie and Philip. We hiked up the Sohkes ridge – the large rock in the background is Sohkes Rock on the ridge —img_1840 with Leslie from Carina, and Jeanine, another cruiser on a Westsail 32 “Fluid Motion”. Jeanine is also from the US, an avid bird watcher and identified all the colorful birds for us. The view was spectacular, img_1716                       the Japanese war relics were a step back in time. The Japanese used the natives to build a long winding road and rock retaining wall along the Sohkes ridge for the gun placements and look outs. There are tunnels and mazes through out the island that were used by the Japanese during the war.  We didn’t venture very far into the tunnels, it seemed a little creepy.  It felt so good to get out and hike, we had a terrific day in the warm rain and sun. Our boat is the middle one on the far right of the anchorage picture.

Another day we took our inflatable kayak and SUP out with another Australian cruiser to the ancient ruins of Nan Madol. img_1789

The stone city was built nearly 2300 years ago. Most of it is overgrown with mangrove trees but the largest site is well preserved. We spent the day paddling through the mangrove canals viewing the ruins. img_1825You can read the entire history with pictures on the internet. Its quite fascinating.   Hundreds of car size stones and hundreds of thousands of columnar basalt from the Sohkes rock were hauled across the island to build the city. The feat is nearly equivalent to the Egyptian pyramids construction.

It hasn’t been all play though. Boat maintenance is about the same as living on land. Clean the garage, clean and polish the stainless steel stove and oven, scrub out mold from damp lockers. img_1842Our headsail that is only 3 years old had some seam threads coming loose. We thought it would be a couple of hours to hand sew, turned out to be several hours and more yet to do. A very big disappointment with the quality of our “Kern” sail. The sun cover stitching along the entire leach line and foot  (side and bottom of the sail), the most exposed area of the sail when furled has rotted away. A job for the industrial sewing machine when we get to Japan and spread out on the dock. There are only a handful of places that sails are actually sewn in the U.S. and very expensive. Most sail lofts contract out with Asian sailmakers, cheaper but the quality is questionable.

John changed out the raw water pump with a new one ordered from the states. The spare we brought turned out to be heavy bronze junk. The teak rubrails and eyebrows need to be refinished, the sun and salt water is so harsh on the wood. Another dock job.

Our visa expires in a week, its time to get moving. We’ve been monitoring the weather for our next passage to Guam. We have to time this arrival perfectly as a US Navy base is in Guam and have a strict entry process. Overtime fees apply to check into the country outside the Mon-Fri, 8:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m., average overtime charge is about $265.

Two other boats are leaving bound for Guam and onto Japan also. They are bigger boats with average cruise speed of 7. 5 – 8.0 kts so we probably wont see them until we arrive in Guam but just knowing they’re within a day or so of us is comforting.

Christmas in Kosrae, FSM

We checked in on Dec. 16th after six days of traveling through the split Inter Tropical Convergence Zone from Kiribati. The grib forecast indicated 10 – 15 knots of wind but it never materialized. Nearly 60 hours of motoring listening to the din of the engine in flat seas, unbearable heat in the cabin, and overpowering diesel fumes left us on the edge of craziness. We could see the thunderous buildups to the far North and South of us but we were stuck in the blue donut hole.

The only reward we had was watching a 4 foot dorado swim in the shadow of the boat, just inches away from our reach. The dazzling fish swam in a circle jeering at us as we watched the fishing line for a hit. We didn’t catch anything but one stinky flying fish. A juvenile seabird landed on the back deck and spent the nite plopped on the floor of the cockpit. John tried to persuade him to fly out with a stick but the poor little thing was so fatigued he couldn’t move. Feeling sorry for him we decided to let him ride along. John managed to get a towel under it but despite sitting on the towel he managed to poop all over the teak cockpit floor. By morning the floor was covered in white slime and smelled worse than the flying fish. Lesson learnt, the next time a bird tries to hitch a ride the boat pole is stronger and can be very persuasive. Finally, the ITCZ closed in and we sailed the remaining distance in rolly seas and rain squalls but nothing more than 25 kt gusts between the oncoming fronts. Fortunately we made the slack high tide to cross the reef and once inside the lagoon the waves calmed down. We dropped anchor in 40 feet of thick oozing mud. Opposing fast current and wind here makes for an interesting dance around the anchor.

img_1553Kosrae (Ko-Shrye, like “rye”) is just above 5 Degrees North of the equator so we’re still in the ITCZ. NE tradewinds swoop down the jagged mountains and blow across the lagoon creating choppy water and swells between us and the shore. We’ve spent nearly 6 days sitting on the boat with torrential rain and driving winds pounding us. The steady 80+ temperatures combined with the rain makes for uncomfortable evenings trying to sleep with closed up hatches. Kosrae is the farthest Eastern state of Micronesia and is considerably more remote and modern conveniences and goods are mostly unavailable. Kosraean is spoken here, English is their second language and taught in schools but the kids seem reluctant to speak in English. Most of the adults speak quite fluently but we definitely have some communication issues when asking for directions.

This island is very lush and green with relatively tall mountains, snake free, peaceful, laid back. Kosreans are very friendly and generous. Very conservative clothing is worn- long skirt and T-shirts for women or the traditional moo-moo style dress. You don’t see girls over the age of 10 wearing jeans. The men wear shorts so no problem for John, he looks like the locals and blends in as long as he shaves. There is a handy Ace Hardware store and an Ace grocery store is well stocked with rows of junk food just like home. Even spiral cut ham is available although cost prohibitive, so no doubt it will be here next year as most of the food is from the mainland US and outdated. Dairy products are hard to get. Small packages of cheese is about it. The prices of everything are about double of mainland. Fresh fish is hard to come by, they eat the imported slimy chicken from Arkansas, the same fatty turkey tails found in Am Samoa and Samoa, and beef from who knows where. Pork is the mainstay meat and its locally raised. There seems to be one pig and dog per capita just like Kiribati. Unlike KIribati though, the pigs are at least penned in the backyards and the daily rain shower squelches the smell.

The fertile soil produces abundantly wonderful fresh small cucumbers, squash, pumpkin, eggplant, tomatoes, green tangerines, the usual papaya, breadfruit, bananas and coconuts. We discovered the local bakery and have enjoyed some of the best bakery items since being in the South Pacific. The spry elderly lady with a wonderful heart and her daughter have a great niche and is known for her baked banana pies. A fresh baked pie is $3.00. We eat the entire pie in a sitting, just wishing we had whipping cream. The biscuits and buns are outrageously wonderful and cheap!

Wifi is very expensive and also very, very slow, $10 for 125 mb and only a couple of hotspots around the island, about 3 miles walking distance from the boat. To get anywhere you need a taxi as the villages are stretched far apart. Diesel costs $4.50/gal, the highest price we’ve paid since Portland was Kiribati at $4.90/gal. Fortunately we needed only 15 gallons when we arrived here and a portion of that was used to run the engine to charge the batteries during the cloudy rain days.

Christmas is very unusual here. We were personally invited to the celebrations by the Quarantine officer when he boarded our boat – (another story). He made a point to tell me “no sexy dress is allowed though” as he looked at my ratty flower shorts hanging on the clothesline. And then he glanced at John’s nice black button-down shirt he was wearing with the top button open. “And you must wear a shirt”. Totally closed up to the neck or a white T-shirt underneath, we wondered.

The 25th isn’t observed as the “Christmas Day”. The celebration spans for a week with singing and marching in the churches. There are four main villages and each village hosts a performance with all the attending “groups” (choir). The choirs sing sans musical accompany. Their strong soprano and baritone, children’s voices filling in with gleeful singing, beautifully echoes throughout the church and carries beyond the windows. Each group has about 100 people comprised of both children and adults all elegantly dressed in “uniforms” as they call it. Locally sewn dresses with varying unique designs for the women and complementing shirts with black slacks for the men. They carry decorated stars and sing as they wind their way through the large church. The audience sit and sing along or clap and wave at the performers. Each performance lasts about an hour. At the end of the performance the singers walk by the very large open windows and throw candy, clothes, miscellaneous items out the window to the gathered crowds -mostly children and women sitting outside on bleachers and chairs. This year the main celebration was on the 29th. It’s called “the Gathering Day”.  Anyone who is Kosrean or has ties are welcomed to attend. Families from other Micronesian islands, Hawaii, Guam, Samoa, and the Phillipines were in attendance this year. Judging from the crowds of families there were about 2,500 people at the church. The performances started at 9:00 a.m. and ended at 2:00 a.m. the next morning. 13 groups sang this year, a record.

The banquet that goes along with each church performance was amazing. The traditional Kosraen rice soup was served first. Rice boiled down in coconut water, with either fish, chicken or pork depending on who made it. I have to say it was substantial and very delicious. A bowlful Is traditionally eaten before and after church service on regular Sundays. At least two roasted pigs were served. Large coconut frond baskets held baked breadfruit and taro root. Ongoing storage containers (seriously 18″ X 24″ x 12″) full of BBQ’d chicken, rice, salads, and desserts. The banquet was prepared twice on the 29th as the performance ran longer than expected. We had to get back to the boat before dark so left around 4:00 p.m., pleased to have attended two days of performances in our finest clothes and new sandals. I purchased a hand-made, multicolored flour sack skirt for the occasion and saving it for my sister. It’s really a beautiful work of patch art done by a local villager.

We invited a young man from the grocery store for Christmas dinner a couple days prior to Sunday, the 25th. He was excited to come out. Locals are curious about the yachts and appreciate an invitation to visit. We agreed upon an arranged pickup time at the concrete steps. Well of course, the wind howled, gusted 35 knots, standing waves from wind and opposing current made the boat swing and pitch wildly. We ‘re used to it so it wasn’t a big deal. We launched the dinghy in the wild winds, got out a rainproof blanket for the guest and John splashed through the waves. The young guy didn’t show up. We went over the pick up plans and agreed that maybe he arrived and was too afraid to come out to the boat after seeing Konami bucking in the water. We had also invited a Canadian sailor on the boat next to us. We enjoyed our Christmas dinner and played board games anyway. Two days later, I went to the store to ask if we had miscommunicated on the time and date. He only nodded and apologized. “It was Sunday and I stay at home after church” was his polite, nonchalant response. But don’t you eat dinner, I asked. “yes but I eat at home, no go out after church”. Okay, so maybe another day, I told him. I think he was too shy to refuse our offer and didn’t know how to say that it’s customary to not engage in social activities on Sunday. Not wanting to hurt our feelings he accepted just to be courteous. Oh well, we had wonderful leftover chorizo lasagne.

What else have we done besides relax and sweat in pouring rain? Our comprehensive electronic library consisting of 12,000 books and has been our main source of entertainment since a cruising boat passed it on to us in Am. Samoa. We also play board games, eat and be merry. And being US territory, they have bagged icecubes here! Something that is rare is ice sold in the stores in the So. Pacific. John replaced the engine exhaust valve, yep, they had the proper size, bronze ball valve we needed at the Ace Hardware store. I cleaned and polished the stainless steel. Cleaned out the garage (V-berth) re-organized the food cupboards, checked for bugs in the grain products. Konami is looking good.

Sunday is a quiet day, no leisurely activities are allowed so we observe their custom and try to stay below dressed only in our shorts, especially since we’re anchored in view of the church. We went to the Lelu ruins. The Ace grocery store is built on top of some of it. It’s overgrown with the jungle which is too bad and local kids hang out there with their spray cans of paint defacing the colossal size, perfect basalt stones. Garbage is thrown about and some homes back against the rocks with their garbage pits. We walked far back into the jungle and climbed up the burial mounds. The mounds are about 50′ long and 20’ feet high. It’s amazing to just sit at imagine how the chieftain and villagers lived their lives nearly 600 years ago. It’s “young” for ruins compared to the European cultures but it’s all very interesting nonetheless.

We dinghied up the mangrove maze to Bully’s restaurant. Numerous river turns and secluded. Rather creepy with the dark brown water from vegetation and lowlying bushes. You could swear alligators are lurking in the water waiting to have a meal should you fall in. We thought we heard duo banjos playing but it must’ve been just the wind blowing through the tall banyan and coconut trees.

The weather never cooperated enough to allow snorkeling on the outside reef, too bad, it’s beautiful and enticing! The Japanese war caves are a ways off and you need a guide for the day. If there were more time…

It’s now January 1, 2017 as I complete this blog. Happy New Year to All! May 2017 be as blessed as last year. Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu! Saku nen iroro osewasama deshita. Kotoshi mo, dozo yoroshiku oneigai shimasu – Dear Sister!

Our 30 day cruising permit expires in a couple of days (we were shorted by 12 days of actual visitation, another story of bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, typical of over-inflated government employees) so we’re preparing to leave Kosrae bound for Pohnpei, about 350 miles to the NW. The ITCZ is still very active and boisterous, it won’t calm down until later in the month. We’ll start out with good sailing according to the weather forecast.

Blessed be, dear families and friends!

Abaiang, Our Private Resort

20 miles northeast of Tarawa lies a serene atoll that has all the appeal of a vacation resort island.  The culture is simple and oriented around family values. The clean beaches are lined with coconut, bandanas and Palm trees, fine white sand are adorned with ornate seashells, coral and dried leaves.  Clear emerald water gradually turns dark blue as the massive reef falls away nearly 100 yards from the beachside in some areas.
Homes are built entirely with coconut tree beams and sawn lumber thatched with palm fronds tied with twisted coconut twine. There are no nails or tin used.
Platforms under the thatched roofs are built in various heights – ground level to 12 feet providing a small 2nd story level.  The siding is made from the buttend of the palm fronds – very thick and hard, hand sawn into long thin strips and attached to the bigger lumber.  Some siding has intricate patterns cut away for air circulation, some homes have only Palm fronds laced together, or perhaps fabric hanging down.  All unique and several homes are built in a small group allowing families to live together and still have their individual sleeping abodes.
Babies and toddlers have their own small day maneba similar to the doll houses built at home. With the ocean side being within easy walk of a toddler, the parents are able to go about their chores of fishing, cleaning and drying fish, laundry, gathering coconut fronds for mat weaving.  They are busy all day just to gather and cook their food on open fire pits, and wash clothes in large tubs.  The dish pans and washing stands are next to the “house”.
Unfortunately the toilet – nothing more than a giant stone as a base with a hole chiseled away leading to a pit underneath may be too close to the water wells.  They bathe out in the open wearing a sarong.  At least they understand the consequences and boil their water. There are several above ground cisterns that capture rain water but when those run dry they resort back to the well water.
The school is comprised of several small huts, each hut represents segregated ages and class, with the same home construction.img_1345 The finer coral and shell floors are covered with palm fronds. There is 1 small desk and chair also built from coconut lumber for the teacher, a table for books and papers, a couple of 2 X 3 foot small tables for students to sit at while studying, but they mostly sit on the floor to write or read.
We walked through the school lane and were an immediate distraction to the younger students. They are so eager to latch onto you, give high-fives, girls want to hold both hands.
The last day of school for the term was on Thanksgiving day and we were invited to join their “cultural day”.
There was traditional Kiribati singing and dancing competition performed by the students,  and the parents brought palm baskets filled with only traditional foods. There was no “imatang” (white/foreigner) food allowed. img_1373After the student competition the judges walked around to each group of parents to count the number and ways of food presentation.  I, being a true “foodie” person was very curious to see how many ways to cook taro root, breadfruit, papaya, sweet potato and coconut. I duck-walked barefoot throughout the giant school maneba covered with nothing more than coral and shells – it’s rude to walk when everybody is sitting – to speak with the parents and view their hand woven Palm baskets.  Amazing food!img_1400  Most everything included coconut is some form – cream, water, or grated.  There was boiled scrawny chicken with feet and necks still attached, shell fish, small reef fish and octopus all cooked in various ways.  Bandanas fruit was most interesting to eat.  Looks like giant 3″ candy corn shape but unimaginably opposite in terms of texture. The “fine-thread” fruit is boiled with or without coconut, then chewed and twisted between your teeth to suck out the pulp and juice.  One of those and I had a mouthful of threads stuck between all of my teeth. Not very graceful to pick at your teeth, but I did anyway just to be able to speak again. Not wanting to be in second place, a young girl offered me one that she had helped prepare. Not able to refuse I warmly accepted and she beamed with pride. I chewed and nodded my “delicious thanks” and waddled back to our mat with a mouthful of string.

The head school master’s wife prepared us an eloquent platter  – she won the food prep competition.  We and the other yachtie couple who attended the festivity were the only ones eating with plastic bowls and spoons.  Our food platter had delicious coconut balls very similar to coconut macaroons that exploded with flavor and natural sweetness, crispy taro chips – similar to potato chips, smoked clams on skewers, boiled shellfish, reef fish fried in coconut oil, slices of papaya, chunks of fresh coconut, young coconut spouts, breadfruit,  taro all cooked in coconut milk or just boiled in salt water. So delicious, we ate our fill several times over just like thanksgiving dinner at home.
Unfortunately after sampling the different recipes of all the starchy coconut laden food I paid the price in the middle of the night with a double dose of meds. Cast iron stomach John slept peacefully with dreams of thanksgiving pies.

We rented motor bikes and toured the island yesterday. There is only 1 dirt road that runs the entire distance of the island. We saw only 1/2 of the northern atoll about 10 kilometers. The beaches, villages are the same. All clean and beautiful. Groups of thatched homes, fire pits, wash stands, community manebas.  Families with friendly smiles greeted us as we passed by.  Kids eager to interact with Imatangs waved, yelled and ran after the bikes. Some stood in the middle of the road with their arms stretched out to give passing high fives.

We have enjoyed our stay here at the village anchorage but we’re off to the remote part of the island to paddleboard and hang out with our new cruising buddies from New Zealand. Their boat is very similar to ours and we get along very well. Perhaps too well, we’re being encouraged to move on to the Marshall Islands with them. We had originally planned on the Marshall Islands but the timing wasn’t seeming to work out. Guess it’s better to sit in the M.I. Than in Tarawa for another 4 weeks though. Still thinking it through, we’re not impulsive… Mmphm.

We will keep you posted on our next adventure!

Big Island, Big Hearts


The Health and Quarantine group arriving via dinghy. We anchored quite a ways off shore; the ladies weren’t too happy about the wet ride.  img_1126completing all the forms, signing our signatures that we didn’t have stow-aways, rats, infectious diseases, guns and ammo, no dead arrivals, declared the exact quantity of onions and potatoes, literally, we’re all cleared in.  The Quarantine officer then asked for “cold water and snacks, – ‘home made snacks’ .  Still recovering from lack of sleep, no fruits and veggies, I brought out iced tea and cookies from Bora Bora.

We moved from Betio (Besso) to Ambo, about 5 miles east. We anchored in 10′ of water which wasn’t a problem but when the full moon cycle brought exceptionally low tide we were grounded. The tide came back in and we moved into 15′ depths.  A view of the lagoon area from the highway.img_1149 It’s hot during the day but the breeze blows in the late afternoon into the wee morning hours cooling us down.

We’re very happy to have found the laundromat, wash, dry and folded is about $5 – a very cheap price considering water is difficult to make on the boat. Taking a break, waiting for the laundry to be folded. img_1139

We met a gal at a little open “cafe”, her name is Timera (Simera). We invited her and her fiancé, Tenabo, img_1177to the boat for a lunch. They in turn took us to meet their families in the villages.  Turned out to be a real eye opening experience in what life is like in Kiribati.  The village homes are no more than 8′ x 10′ galvanized tin structures with thatched roofs, fenced with chicken wire. img_1183Most of the homes have a “maneba” a platform raised waist high off the ground where family and guests sit during the day.  Some of the homes have fabric draped down for privacy and shade, some are lined with polypropylene rice bags. The interiors are small with nothing more than coral covering the dirt, kerosene stoves, a wash stand as kitchen sink, mats for beds and sitting, solar lights, a community “bathroom”.  Pigs, dogs, cats, chickens all roam freely.  It’s customary to offer water to guests and we were obliged to drink and visit.  The people are very warm and inviting, wanting to hear all about us and where we come from. We found we didn’t want to elaborate too much about our comfortable lives at home when they have absolutely nothing.  We brought our customary gifts of banana bread, jar of jam, candy for the kids. img_1159The children want to be held or carried, a little disconcerting when they are naked and not potty trained, but I happily snuggled and played with them.

More pictures of our new friends’ families and lifestyle sitting in their maneba.


His parents and daughter. They are from Onotoa, a southern Gilbert island. We were given giant clam meat cured in salt, some fruit “roll up” made from some unknown fruit that was fantastic.  img_1174This is their “kitchen” wash stand.

We are so grateful to have had the opportunity to meet these extraordinary folks and be welcomed into their homes.  We’re invited for a family get together later this month. It will be a potluck meal. Not wanting to be rude we’ll attend but I’ll bring paper plates and bamboo eating utensils, and we always carry our in our backpacks.

We’ve arranged a tour guide to see all the war relics around the island tomorrow. Later this week we’ll be heading off to Abaiang, an outer island 25 miles NE of Tarawa. We will be there for our limited 10 day visit and come back here afterwards.  Our new friends are so anxious for us to come back so we can swim, visit their homes and spend more time with them.  We may bring more of the family out to the boat to have lunch with us. They don’t know what mayonnaise is and eggs being expensive (.70 cents each, much to expensive for their budgets) I will make them special egg salad sandwiches and peanut butter cookies.







Amazing, AMAZING Sail Across the Equator!

It was a hasty departure out of Tuvalu, sooner than we had anticipated but the cyclone season was growing closer and we had already endured a few bouncy, wet, anchor rides. We took turns watching the anchor drag alarm, poking our heads out to watch the lightening and listen to the wind howl through the rigging.

The weather to the north was changing daily. We were watching the weather grib forecasts and the SPCZ was showing up on the forecast with large black blotches of heavy rain headed back our way. As the SPCZ moves northward it also pushes the ITCZ allowing an easier passage across the equator. It’s similar to crossing a 4 lane highway, as the traffic passes by from your left, get ready to run for the median and wait for the opposite traffic to pass by in order to get across the the second half. We realized we had only a day to ready the boat, post a quick blog and check out before the weather rapidly deteriorated and overtake our path to the north. Go when the going is good!

Monday morning we launched the dinghy and headed to immigration and custom to clear out by 9:00 a.m. Mmphm, so much for being early. A tuna trawler had arrived on Sunday evening and got the clearance priority slot so we were forced to wait for an “after lunch” opening. About 11:00 we went back just to see if any of the Immigration officers had come back earlier. Well he was in and rather annoyed that he had to come out of his office and actually perform a task. I believe he gets paid. With departure stamps in our passports we dinghied up to the port office – about a couple miles up the shoreline – to meet with Customs for outbound clearance papers. He was still out on the fishing trawler and not expected back til after lunch. Darn. We happened to be speaking with a Customs import agent and asked her if there was a place we could wait and perhaps get some lunch. Nope, nothing around. Then just as we started to walk away she asked if John knew how to operate a motor scooter. She handed us the keys and offered her personal scooter. We’re foreigners, having met only 10 minutes prior, and here she is very kindly, and happily obliging a foreigner. We were astounded by her generosity and trust! Who and in what other country would offer their personal vehicle to a total stranger? We offered to buy her a lunch, and with many thanks we accepted her scooter. John gave her a liter of gas money and she reluctantly accepted it. We drove 3 miles back into Fongafele. A quick lunch in a “Chinese” restaurant (a dose of Imodium on the side) and drove back just in time as the Customs officer had arrived at the dock and was preparing to leave for his lunch hour. He very graciously completed our clearance. God’s be good, it was our lucky day!

Cleared out, dinghy packed, final boat checks, we made haste. Weighed anchor and headed for the northern 2 mile pass just in time for the slack low tide over a 1/2 mile wide reef with 28′ of chartered water under us. It’s a little gut wrenching to see deep, blue water transition to an emerald green in less than a minute, and see the breaking waves on both sides of the reef. We took turns watching the depth sounder, looked over the side at the passing reef and counted off the distance in 1/4 mile increments according to the chartplotter. Once the depth sounder reached a steady 35′ depth reading and could see the blue water ahead of us we actually breathed a little easier. Looked back and said good bye to Tuvalu.

The first 18 hours was a smooth glassy motor ride. The grib forecast was spot on, a rarity! We welcomed the smooth ride for once but not wanting to burn the diesel since this was a 700 mile leg and the fumes intolerable, we were very pleased to shut down and had full sails up in light winds the following evening nearly 80 miles to the north. We looked back and watched the threatening cumulonimbus (thunder storm cloud streets) build and seemingly chase us. Yes, in fact, they were chasing us. Oh come on winds!

The second day out we were sailing in 15 knots on the beam with 2-3 meter seas, all the sails were up. A great sail despite the side rolling. By late afternoon we were caught in the “squash zone”. This is the air mass between the SPCZ and the ITCZ that gets compressed as the zones push and bump against each other. The wind immediately picked up to 20 knots on the beam. Not too uncomfortable down below but enough that I didn’t attempt to cook. The first couple of days we tend not to eat a lot anyway so no big deal. Sandwiches, fruit, crackers, ginger ale.

It always happens when I’m asleep and John is on watch. For a brief hour, black tendrils dropped out of the quick building cumulonimbus street and pounced on us. 30 knot winds blew, the ocean became a menacing dark blue with white foamy waves all around. I stood up on the lazerette to see farther out to the east. Blackened sky was rapidly approaching with driving rain, the ocean was nearly white with breaking waves. John went forward to put a 3rd reef in the mailsail, having already furled in some of the Yankee. The staysail was fortunately already reefed. We watched our boat speed increase to well over 7 knots, and then we began to surf at 8.5 knots. John still working on the reefing decided to drop the main. Good call. We furled more of the Yankee to a small triangle and we held onto the stainless steel lifelines as the boat heeled well over to port slurping up water. Water repeatedly gushed down the side deck and trickled over the cockpit seating. One good thing about sailing in the South Pacific, it’s hot and we generally sail in our underwear. We learned our lesson coming across from Mexico, don’t bother with clothing unless you want to deal with loads of wet salty clothes down below. And then it passed, over and done with. The front moved off just as quickly as it came on leaving behind 15 knots of good wind on the beam but 2-3 meter waves remained. With that much wind and boat speed dropping to 5.5 knots due to the waves we moved along with full sails once again, just enough that we could walk on the floor, but the pitching and rolling was very annoying.

The miles ticked away and each passing day it just got better. The sun was out filling the battery banks. The wind steadied from the East, mostly 12 – 15 knots, with full sails hoisted. We came up the leeward side of the Southern Gilbert island chain and the waves disappeared. The glassy ocean allowed us to sail with light winds in the moonless nights with such smoothness that we couldn’t tell that the boat was actually moving. There is no sound of splashing as the boat glides over the top of the water. It’s one of those rare moments in sailing where there is no distinction between your body and the boat. A magical, whispering motion, the boat speed is known by the intensity of sound as water passes by the rudder. You can feel the strength of the sails gently pulling, the feel of the helm, the smell of ocean, cool and refreshing wind on your face, your mind and body at total rest with the power of sails and wind. You lose track of time and only the stars moving across the horizon reminds you that you’re not stationary. Four days of bliss and peace.

Saturday, Nov 5 – 4:03 p.m. we crossed the equator – no longer shell backs.img_1115 Awww, feeling a little saddened that we may not pass this way again. We toasted Neptune with a full bottle of rum. We felt guilty that it was an awful tasting rum that was distilled in Moorea.img_1103 Burnt sugar with a strong taste of turpentine, totally unpalatable. We brought out the bourbon, made another toast to Neptune and enjoyed a shot ourselves. So many more adventures in the North Pacific are coming.

Part of the sailing challenge includes trying to time a passage so that the departure from and entry to a pass is near perfect relative to tide and current, and daylight hours only in a reef atoll. We made new calculations every 3 hours the last 24 hours of the passage. The distance to go divided by average boat speed, factored the wind +/- velocity, crossed our fingers for good measure and hoped for sustained wind to keep us going. Not exactly scientific given the various elements. We calculated a sail vs engine for an arrival time of 3:00 p.m at the latest to the Tarawa pass, anchored and sundowners in hand by 5:00 p.m. Well, so far we haven’t been successful mostly due to uncooperative weather, not due to the lack of sailing skill.

Sunday, Nov 6, sixth day out. A 17 mile span of ocean lies between the islands of southern Tarawa and northern Maiana. The ocean floor depth rises to about 800 feet below the ocean surface and on either side of this 800 feet lies depths of over 12,000 feet. Imagine a giant dam between the two islands and the tremendous amount of water that flows over that dam with tide, eddies and current all influenced by the moon and wind. The wind lightened in the early morning hours as we began the crossing. The adverse current was pushing us west of Tarawa, our distance made good to destination dropped to 1.5 knots. We ghosted along on calm water constantly trimming the sails and tiller windvane. At about 10:30 a.m the wind nearly died, we had another 17 miles to go and the arrival time at the pass was looking to be 8:30 p.m.

Choices: arrive at dark and stand off for 10 exhausting hours.

Second choice: Time to motor.

Let me say, nothing goes to plan, don’t ever expect it and you won’t be disappointed.

John opened the rear lazeratte hatch, reached down and began to turn the engine exhaust valve. He turned the handle once, then it began to spin. It’s an the old gate valve and what came apart in his hand? “Oh, it’s made with an “acme” screw, and it’s stripped” stated matter of factly while holding up a knob attached to a spike of bright twisted bronze.

My interpretation: “Oh, it’s a ‘We’re screwed’ screw” .   The nice way of saying it here. My heart firmly attaching itself to my lower gut.

The Exhaust Thru-Hull Valve: The engine exhaust hose comes off the back of the engine and is connected to a through hull valve embedded in a bronze housing. The entire assembly is in the side of the boat that is suppose to open allowing exhaust to escape while the engine is running. In the closed position it prevents the sea water from flowing in when the engine isn’t running.

Layman’s explanation. You gotta go real bad but there is a needless “out of order” sign indicating on the obliviously plugged toilet.

Examining the options: John got out the screwdriver to pry it open from the outside. No Joy. Next came the hammer and chisel thinking he could possibly force the gate open. Leaning out over the side of the boat he tapped and grunted. Hrumpff.

Next option: Disassemble the entire through hull but that would leave a hole in the side of the boat and the exhaust hose couldn’t be connected to a gaping 2″ hole. I looked at the life raft.

My first option: launch the dinghy with 5 hp motor and have it ready to pull or push us as we try to sail the channel. But with the wind on our nose, a long narrow channel through the maze of reef and coral bommies lurking under the surface I wasn’t sure the dinghy motor would be able to keep up. Maybe we could hail the Tarawa harbor master and have a fishing panga tow us in.  Second option: Continue sailing to the Marshall Islands another 400 miles until John came up with a fix.

John is really smart though, and he’s always calm and nonchalant, “it’s not a worry, I’ll fix it”. With a kiss for reassurance.

He removed the packing, (the handle was already off), drilled and tapped a hole into the bronze valve then screwed the appropriate sized bolt into it. Grabbed the bolt with vise gripes and removed only the special valve leaving the housing in the ‘open’ position and allow the exhaust hose to remain attached. Why the manufacturer used an “Acme” bolt is beyond me. We now have a wooden plug on the outside of the boat to keep water from coming in when the engine is off. (We won’t sink) Very clever, that guy. An hour later he started the engine and we motored up the west coast of Tarawa atoll.

5 full days of perfect sailing; 18 hours of engine time out of Tuvalu;  4 hours getting around Tarawa and to the anchorage

The boat hummed along the 700 miles on the same tack, with only the one exciting hour of sail dousing, and tweaks of sails the remaining days.

We entered the pass at 2:00 p.m, an hour motor through the winding channel and by 3:00 we dropped anchor in 45′ of water amongst large steel skeletons, floating Asian fish canneries and rusty old wrecks on the reef.

Tired but still pumped with adrenaline we tidied the cabin, hung up the sunshades and gave our ritual high five, hugs and kisses for our AMAZING sail across the equator.

And yes, thanks for the emails, we did in fact see the incredible Super Moon.  An incredible view with a clear sky and billions of stars.   And it was on my birthday, perhaps a fortuitous year ahead.