|He had pipes - a fine alto voice. I remind myself that in my next incarnation as a traveller I really must carry a little recording device and pursue the music of whatever place I visit|
It turns out that Fakarava had a few distractions in store for us. There was the Bastille Day celebration, which the more festive of these photos is from. A quick parade of the schoolkids, some speeches and fine music and good-natured entertainments, followed by a fine free lunch for all comers.
Very remarkable people, and kids. Elias and Eric have been getting down with their own crowd - the kids who travel.
So. I think we've been here a week. And I still have a few things I need to do...
|Tuhoe, the Mayor of the commune. Turns out he lived in Alaska for five years|
Not a lot of yachties were around for the parade, but we all showed for the free lunch. No one appreciates a free lunch like a traveling sailor.
The Bastille Day goings on were the beginning of what have turned into some very fun local interactions for us.
|The lunch - that's poission cru at the top left. Everything else was good, too|
|…went on and on|
And the yachtie scrum has been more than enjoyable. There are a lot of boats that stop in Fakarava - we are solidly on the beaten path here. And, go figure, a lot of those boats have very remarkable people on board.
|A more normal lunch scene on Galactic|
|The boys heading off to the delights of play aboard Caminante|
|Teams Galactic and Caminante|