Those are the lyrics to a song Hazel created yesterday 5 minutes after we cracked open a bottle of Argyle to celebrate the news that Becca had been accepted to Cornell Medical School, her first choice.
We’ve been in full-on vacation mode since Max and Becca joined us in Papeete last Saturday, complete with the occasional morning cocktail, wakeboarding on the paddleboards (above), and hours of board games in the aft cockpit. Everything has been perfect. Except for when the wind kicked up to 20 knots when I took Max and Becca trolling outside the reef yesterday (Becca has never caught a fish on a pole before. We got soaked). And the lamb neck slices I barbecued for dinner last night (Becca has never liked lamb before. They looked like a bag of frozen steaks when I bought them in the store. They were awful. Worst meat mistake of my life. Why on earth would anyone sell a bag of frozen lamb neck slices? Seriously? She still doesn’t like lamb).
After 10 weeks either at sea and or anchoring in remote locations, we finally arrived in the big city of Papeete a week ago, and I have to say I didn’t like it. It was great to reprovision at Carrefour, and the downtown marche was fun, but the overall stress and noise and traffic of the city really bothered me. We had a dock at Marina Taina 5 miles south of the city. It was a lovely marina, but our stern tie/pasarelle arrangement didn’t work very well when a big swell kicked up. We rented a car for 2 days. We went out to eat a few times. We went snorkeling by the airport and found a plane in 20 feet of water. That was about it.
We are now in Moorea anchored in Cook’s Bay, and that is much nicer. There is still a fair bit or road noise, along with a rooster that SOMEONE needs to put in a stew pot so it will finally stop crowing 7×24. But we are surrounded by mountains thousands of feet high. The swimming is great. The people are nice. There is a gas dock right next to us so we don’t have to worry about running out of dinghy fuel while wakeboarding.
We went to a traditional Tahitian dance at the Kona Bali Hai the other night and had a wonderful time. The venue was basically a motel, and the troupe was a group of locals who danced together once a week. You could tell they were having so much fun with each other, and that made the experience all the better for us.
We have Max and Becca for another 10 days, and I hope the time doesn’t go by too quickly. (In case you don’t know by now, Max is my older son. He’s attending law school. Becca is his girlfriend. She is going to attend medical school).
Today we will explore the island. Tomorrow we will head over to Opunohue Bay, the other cruising spot in Moorea. We’ll spend the weekend there and then head back to Cook’s Bay on Monday morning for tattoos. Yes, we have an appointment with a local ink artiste, and I am hopeful that four of us will be his customers. I have already selected my art. Stay tuned …