This morning we went back to the bakery as soon as we got up. We had already eaten all our Danish and wanted more. To our delight, they also had chocolate croissants and banana tarts. The banana tarts had a layer of mashed banana, a layer of pudding, and a layer of meringue. Yumm. It is quite possible that bakeries are the best thing in the world.
This morning we began the day with another dive, this time on the ocean side of the north pass. This was definitely our best dive yet. The coral here was extremely colorful — light blue, lavender, bright yellow, dark yellow, black, white, various shades of beige. No single color was dominant. The coral also had a lot of variety in shapes, including some formations that looked almost flower-like in addition to all the shapes we had seen before.
Today we had a sailor from another boat come to visit. He was curious about our powerboat and wanted to know more about her. A few hours later one of his boat mates came by and said he wanted to know more about the boat, too. The cruisers are fascinated by Kosmos. Invariably, as soon as they find out we have a power boat, we are inundated with questions. They always ask the same questions in the same order. Eric has threatened to make up ridiculous answers to throw them off, such as “How much fuel do you carry?” “One tablespoon of plutonium.”
We didn’t go into town until close to sunset.
S 16-03.4 by W 145-37.6 – This morning we went scuba diving. Special Blend had highly recommended the Fakarava Dive Center and we had booked an appointment the day before while in town. The dive master and his wife picked us up from Kosmos and took us out to a reef inside the lagoon near the north pass. It was just the two of us. The dive master adjusted Christi’s weights, saying she had too much. We loaded into our gear and jumped in.
Today Christi started the day by grudgingly performing a rain dance. Out came the brush, soap and hose. It always worked with the car, maybe it would work with the boat. She only washed the areas most in need of a good scrubbing, clinging to the hope that the rain dance would work and Mother Nature would take care of the rest. Oh, and Brad from Special Blend retrieved our ropes for us. Thank you Brad! Continue reading