The last blog was about our Pacific Crossing and coming into Fatu Hiva after twenty-two days at sea. We could see Fatu Hiva one day before we got there, and while we were coming in closer, I could smell the sweet smell of rainforest and salty air. We could see lots of goats on the mountainside and the beautiful town in front of us. It almost reminded me of Colorado. The looming cliffs and tall trees surrounded our boat and the tiny harbor. Almost immediately after dropping anchor, some manta rays came behind our boat to say hi. My dad and Michael jumped in the water and swam with them and we managed to get a few bad pictures.
Most people say that once you step foot on land after being at sea for so long, you would get the land wobbles. We did not experience anything like that. We hiked for two hours up a steep road. Then when we were coming down, we bumped into our friends Aghavni (Aghavni means “dove” in Armenian). We hiked with them to a waterfall that was barely more than a trickle falling from a cliff. We weren’t disappointed, however, because of the natural pool at the bottom of it. We had lots of fun swimming in it. We hiked back to town and met someone who would sell us fruit. We hadn’t had any fruit since something like day ten, so we desperately needed some. We got some grapefruit that was really good. It was sweeter than the ones in the US and bigger. They were also really hard and green, but they were good. We got tons of bananas and then we walked back to our dinghy. We were exhausted, and the sun had already set once we got back to the boat.
We spent the next week mostly at the dock. We played soccer with the locals (we were crushed) and volleyball (also crushed). We swam at the dock with all the local kids almost everyday. The local boys especially liked coming on our boat and fishing with Michael. They caught four fish and swam with the manta rays. One day, we ate lunch at one of their houses. They made all sorts of food, including pork, which we found the hair still on the meat when we ate it, (I’m Vegetarian so I was content to just watch them eat it). One of the big sports is hunting in Fatu Hiva. They went out every night with dogs and caught pigs and goats.
On Easter my mom and I went to the local church. My mom loved it and went every Sunday in the French Polynesia. We swung off Aghavni’s boat and into the water on their swing that they made. We also went to the docks and swam with the locals. We left shortly after Easter and set course for Hiva Oa, the place we wish we never went.