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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 |
So, Fakarava. We were going to rock up in town and get some practical stuff done. I was gonna put the last nail in that PhD thesis, for one thing. Send off a promised story to a sailing magazine. We were going to check the bank account for signs of life, turn on the new credit cards we received in New Zealand, send in a contract for some science work that is starting - all those little errands that require internet. Then we'd get food, propane, some petrol, water…and later. We were going to go get lost in the Tuamotus again.
Well.
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Tuhoe, the Mayor of the commune. Turns out he lived in Alaska for five years |
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.
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.
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A more normal lunch scene on Galactic |
Very remarkable people,
and kids. Elias and Eric have been getting down with their own crowd -
the kids who travel.
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The boys heading off to the delights of play aboard Caminante |
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Teams Galactic and Caminante |
So. I think we've been here a week. And I still have a few things I need to do...
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