Goodbye Mahana VI...Hello Tahiti

Day 11 (August 3, 2011): We were up bright and early & ready to hit one more archeological site before we returned the Mahana at noon. Our anchor was up at at 7AM & we were rounding the southern tip of Raiatea. We had a long way to go & one mini-excursion thrown in, so we had to get underway at sunrise. This was by far the earliest we were up & moving. We made great time to Marae Tainuu & even got to see Diana Ross' private island & getaway home. We dropped anchor & motored in to the dock. We followed our guidebook maps straight to Marae Tainuu. We explored for about half an hour & then headed back to our catamaran. Time to head back to & return our boat, which had begun to feel like home. Curt didn't feel really comfortable docking the boat in the tight slip at the marina, so we grabbed a mooring ball & call for shuttle pick up. It was so sad watching the crew start to clean our boat. We definitely can't wait to charter a catamaran again & live on the high seas. After we checked out, we got dropped into town near the airport & walked around for a bit. Stopped into a local marketplace & had some crepes - yum! Off to our last stop - Tahiti for a couple of nights. We got to the Radisson Plaza Resort in Tahiti late afternoon & checked out our new surroundings. Very nice hotel with a private beach - no waterfront huts though. Our room was very large, but not up to the same standard as the St. Regis. All & all we were happy with our last stop. We spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool & had dinner at an asian fusion restaurant, Le 5 Sens. The food was tasty & we had some delicious wine & cocktails with our meal. We spent the remainder of the evening enjoying the sound of the ocean crashing onto the shore from our balcony. Day 12 (August 4, 2011): This morning we decided to have breakfast in Tahiti proper (since our hotel was about a 15 min bus ride away) & explore the city for a couple of hours. We had a "typical" Tahitian breakfast that included huge slabs of bacon, toast, chilled seafood & eggs. It was interesting, but probably not my first choice for a start your day meal. The location was great & allowed us to do lots of people watching. From breakfast, we wandered the streets of the crowded city. What a difference from the beauty & seclusion of Bora Bora, Raiatea & Tahaa! We eventually wandered into the Marche Papeete, which housed fruits, vegetables, seafood, crafts & other treasures. We spent a long time exploring the different shops & picked up some souvenirs for everyone back home. We also picked up a Tahitian mask for our home. The man explained that this particular mask protects the house & family and was also great for fertility. Once back at the hotel, we spent the afternoon by the pool & exploring our local beach. I wanted to try & fit a million and one things into our last day, but Curt convinced me that we could always come back later in life. It was truly nice to just veg out at the pool & enjoy the relaxation. The weather was perfect & the company couldn't get any better. Hard to believe that we'll be headed home in a short time. For dinner, we decided to walk into town & check out the local "food truck" scene. I convinced Curt to walk because the guide book said it would cost $40 for a taxi from the area of our hotel. I couldn't see spending $80 on a taxi that evening for a cheap food truck dinner. We checked out the route on our map & estimated that it would be a couple of miles but should be an easy walk. We started our walk before sunset & got to watch the sunset over the water - beautiful. Once the sun was down & we started to get thirty & hungry, our walk went downhill. We were hot, walking along a "highway" and wishing we had planned better. I made a deal with Curt that we could stop for a cocktail at the halfway point. The location we picked out didn't serve alcohol to patrons that weren't sitting down for dinner. Oops! We marched on & I tried to convince Curt to stop for a drink at a local bodega, but he swore he was fine. Alas, we made it to center city & stopped at a local bar to use the restroom & have a cocktail. We finally made it onto the "food truck" scene and were amazed. There must have been about 50+ stands in a giant promenade. Each truck advertised their different fare & we wandered around salivating & trying to decide where to eat. We decided that we'd hit up a few different spots & try one thing from each truck. Turned out to be a great plan. Delicious food, wonderful ambiance & the perfect way to spend our last evening. While waiting at one of the food trucks we read through the guidebook to find recommendations for food. We discovered that I had actually been wrong with the $40 each way for a cab & discovered that it could cost $40 roundtrip. Oops! At least we have a funny story to tell from the experience. We'd definitely take the cab back to the hotel at the end of the night. While we listened to local music & checked out the docks, we discovered a massive yacht named Suri. It was four stories high & had an entire room on the main deck for toys (jet skis, surfboards, kiteboards, bikes, etc...). We tried to see if we could see the owners, but they were up on the 3rd deck where we could hear them but not see them. It was such an impressive boat - I can only imagine what it costs to maintain it. Once back at the hotel, we settled in for an early night sleep, since we had to be at the airport before sunrise. We woke up around 3:30 to pack & head to the airport shuttle. We were so glad that we had first class lounge vouchers & were able to relax in the lounge before our flight back to LA. The lounge had a very delicious breakfast, which was perfect for an early morning departure. We settled into our business class seats, full of love, new memories & books in hand for the long flight home. I absolutely love the full reclining seats - although the business class cabin wasn't as luxurious as the first class cabin I was able to enjoy on the way out. We were amazed at how many families were in business class with their small children. It was pretty noisy with the hustle & bustle of small kids running around, but who can complain when you've just had the most amazing honeymoon ever. We had a very easy flight to LA & then on to San Francisco. Next stop...Newport, Rhode Island to say I do :)

Tabu Motu

Day 11 (August 2, 2011):

I slept through another night!! I was so glad we found another quiet anchoring spot and was looking forward to our last full day on the boat. Curt wanted to sleep in until 8AM, but I forced him out of bed at 7:30M so that we could head into the village & search for his wallet. I decided it was absolutely necessary to get the wallet before we had breakfast just in case the hotel owner had morning excursions she planned to take her guests on. I would have been so upset if we got there and she wasn't around.

We headed out to the quay at about 8AM & walked over to Hotel Atiapiti. Curt spoke very broken French/English with Marie trying to get her to understand what he was looking for. After a little back and forth & using my wallet as an example, Marie understood what we were looking for. She had someone from her staff show Curt to the bungalow & I waited out front.

Curt returned empty handed and my heart sank. What were we going to do? We didn't even have internet to get in touch with the banks & credit card companies. I was so irritated and upset on our walk back to the dinghy. Curt insisted that everything would be fine, but I began to resent any man that puts their wallet in their back pocket. I kept this to myself, as I knew it wasn't Curtis' fault. It was a complete accident, but I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs anyway. We searched the area around the quay just in case the wallet was at the bottom (it was only a few meters deep so we could swim down if need be). No luck!

I feared that we'd need Francs at some point during the next day and a half and would be nowhere near a bank or ATM (since they are only in the capital city which was about 30 miles from us). When we got back on the boat Curt asked if I was about ready to start making dinner & I quietly lost it (I didn't scream...I just silently walked to the trampoline to sulk). Was he kidding? We were in the midst of our own financial crisis, on a boat, in the middle of nowhere & he was wondering if I could start breakfast!! I sat on the trampoline & soaked in the sun's rays, as if they were giving me the strength to head back into the kitchen and figure out our game plan. Half an hour later, Curt joined me on the trampoline & told me that he'd used our emergency phone to cancel all his cards.

While I sulked, Curt took out all my credit cards (we have 1 joint card & the others are with the same companies – Chase & Bank of America) to figure out the 1800 numbers and then successful cancelled his Chase cards, Schwab bank card & was in the midst of canceling with Bank of America when the phone ran out of prepaid minutes. I was really glad that he cancelled the cards but still worried about not having any Francs. Curt assured me that we didn't need the Francs, since the rest of our trip would consist of anchoring in locations that were so remote we wouldn't even be able to find a store. Feeling much better about the situation and letting go of any resentment towards all male that keep their wallets in their back pockets, I headed in to start breakfast.

Breakfast was delicious!! I whipped up a chorizo & swiss scramble, with grilled papaya & cooked the remainder of our bacon. Curt brewed a pot of coffee & we finished off our coconut milk. Breakfast was just what I needed to get out of this early morning funk, so that we could continue on our adventure with positive attitudes. Curt did the dishes & we were ready to leave Baia Opoa.

We pulled up our anchor, let out the sails & went downwind towards our next anchor location. We took our time sailing down to Motu Nao Nao. I snapped some pictures, tanned on the trampoline, helped trim our sails & enjoyed the rest of the morning. We got to Motu Nao Nao at 1:30PM, surveyed our anchor options & decided on 3m spot near shore. My guidebook told us that we'd be able to picnic on this motu. I noticed instantly that there was a house on the motu with about 7 people outside working away & near there house was a white sign with red lettering (we assumed it was – NO TRESPASSING). I was now skeptical about being able to picnic or explore this motu, but hoped that maybe on the east side of the island there would be open land.

Once we were certain that our anchor was not dragging, Curt prepared lunch. For himself, he poured a bowl of muselix cereal & for me he put together a nutella & banana sandwich. We drank wine & finished our lunch on the trampoline. The afternoon was beautiful, so we decided to tan/read our books for about 45 minutes before taking our dinghy out to explore the motu.

Once we were nice & toasty from the heat, we loaded up the dinghy with all our snorkel gear & the underwater camera. I was really hoped that we'd find a location to explore on the motu, but as we rounded the southern tip of the motu the beach was lined with signs that read: TABU (No Trespassing). We explored the coast line in our dinghy – dodging coral all the way down. We made it to the northern tip of the motu & couldn't go any farther. There was a ton of coral & the water was really shallow in parts, so we decided to watch the waves crash a bit before heading back to find a great snorkel location.

On our way back down the east coast of the motu, I was our lookout. The sun was hidden behind big, billowy clouds, which made it nearly impossible to see the coral until you were right up on it. Eventually we made our to the southern tip, dropped our anchor & swam out in search of colorful fish. We were fortunate enough to find a wide range of fish: a large rainbow colored fish, many schools of tiny electric blue fish, aggressive black fish, tiny irridescent fish & many others. The sun kept hiding behind the clouds, which made it very difficult to see certain types of fish.

We headed back to our boat as the sun began to duck behind the mountains. Curt read a bit, while I did my Core Kettle Worx DVD. After sunset, we prepared an early dinner & settled in for an early night. Since this motu was far away from villages, it got really dark when the sun set – very relaxing for our last night on the boat. The waves were calm, the boat was really still all night & the temperature was perfect!

I wanted to use up our provisions without having pasta, rice or bread (I was carb'd out!), so I sauteed our remaining veggies (peas, carrots, corn, onion & garlic) in a large pot. Curt prepped our tuna salad – using the last can of tuna in oil, curry powder, mayo & onions. We settled on our deck with our very last bottle of wine & our nosh of leftover provisions. Dinner was actually very tasty & filling (Curt fed his leftover veggies to the fish).

I wondered what we were going to do with ourselves now that dinner was finished. It was 8PM, pitch black & we'd watch the both movies that Curt downloaded for our sailing trip. We decided to veg out under the stars & chat about what it will be like when we're back to reality in the USA, where we'd like to charter a sailboat next & what life will be like after we're married. I don't think either of us was ready to leave paradise at the end of the week, but we both agreed the following week's wedding festivities would fill the void. We headed in for an early night, since we planned to pull up our anchor by 7AM to head back up the coast.

5 days on a boat were about to end...just when I was getting accustomed to living on a boat. I'm definitely going to miss the Mahana (although next time I'd like a larger kitchen to cook in).

Life on a boat

Day 10 (August 1, 2011):

I actually slept through the night!! I was so happy!! I woke up at 6:30AM (which is super early for me under any normal circumstances without any alarm), but felt rejuvenated. I think I am finally getting used to living on a boat (as long as we are anchored in a very sheltered area that allows me to get enough sleep). I woke Curt up and encouraged him to get moving so we could check out the Apoomau River with our dinghy. We set off for the mouth of the river at about 7:30AM.

The river water was a bit murky and we had to be careful of shallow waters, but the fauna was incredible. There were many coconut trees, papaya trees, breadfruit trees and hibiscus growing along the shore. I manned the camera, while Curt handled the motor. I kept trying to convince him that I'd seen “river monsters,” but this didn't startle him at all (if anything I only made myself nervous that a giant river monster would take a bite out of the dinghy & gnaw on our calves for breakfast). We went up the river as far as we could, but passageway grew narrower and more shallow the further in we went. We turned back & headed to our boat for a leisurely breakfast.

By the time we reached our boat, all the other sailboats that anchored in Faaroa Bay had headed out to the lagoon. We decided that we needed to tackle some of the fruit we had purchased, since we only had a few more days on the boat. We grilled our pineapples & topped them off with a bananas sauteed in a coconut milk glaze. This was an incredibly sweet & scrumptious breakfast, with a side of bacon to balance out the meal (more like dessert & bacon for breakfast). Curt helped me brew a pot of coffee & we used coconut milk instead of cow milk (this is very Tahitian & done by all the locals).

After we'd cleaned up breakfast, it was time to pull our anchor up and head out to Motu Iriru. This motu was a public park and you could snorkel up to the motu & picnic. We set a perfect anchor just inside a huge drop off point near the reef and decided we'd put on our snorkel gear and swim for shore.
I was so glad that we rescued our snorkel the day before, so that we both were able to snorkel properly and check out all the colorful fish swimming around the coral.

On our way into shore we noticed what appeared to be a boat shipwrecked near the reef. We decided that on our way back to the boat we swim out to check it out. Once on shore, we saw a family of locals barbequing. We said hello & went about exploring. There is a small hut on the motu that the caretaker must live in, which is set near the barbeque pit, shower stalls & bathrooms. Most of these buildings were clustered together, which left the remainder of the motu untouched. We wandered about checking out the crabs, shore and different reef points. I was surprised at how hard the motu's ground was (lots of coral loose on top & hard packed coral below), as I had expected it to be more like powdery white sand.

Curt spotted a couple kittens (their mom was being fed by the locals). Once the kittens spotted us they ran over to us, meowing & purring. They definitely wanted us to pet and feed them. Curt was freaked out at how close they were getting to him & went down by the water to escape them. I on the other hand wanted to play with them (despite the fact that I'm allergic), but Curt warned me not to and said I'd end up bringing fleas back to the boat. The caretaker on the island must take care of them because the didn't look mangy like many of the stray cats and dogs on the main islands (although these kittens were scratching and awful lot). I shot some video & was stunned at what I caught on tape. You'll have to check out the video posted below, as the kitten made itself a toilet, used it and then carefully cleaned up after itself. It was hysterical.

We said na-na (goodbye) to the locals and headed out for the shipwreck. As we got closer we saw that it was a catamaran. We thought it wrecked out in the ocean and up onto the reef, eventually getting stuck on the coral near the motu. It had been there for quite some time as the interior had decayed quite a bit. Curt took some pictures with the camera and I swam back to the boat.

Back aboard the boat we decided spend the rest of the morning reading on the trampoline. The sun was shining brightly and the wind was pretty mellow – perfect conditions for relaxing. We pulled up our anchor at 1PM and headed towards Marae Taputapuatea. This was the site of one of the largest Polynesian temples discovered. Our journey from Motu Iriru to Marae Taputapuatea was quite far, so we motored to save time (since I wanted to spend the afternoon discovery this large archeological site).

As we neared the Marae, Curt & I debated where we should anchor. Our Sunsail charter information warned us that Baie Opoa was difficult to anchor in, unless you anchored in one small area at 20m. The other option was to anchor on the other side of the Marae at Baie Hotopuu, which was right near the Hotel Atiapiti where we wanted to have dinner. We decided to first check out Baie Hotopuu to see if there were any moorings near the hotel, since we'd be headed back in the dark after dinner (it would be better to be close to the boat, since there was a lot of shallow water with coral near the shores).

There weren't any mooring near the hotel, so we decided to attempt the difficult anchor in Baie Opoa. If we anchored in Opoa, we could easy tie our dinghy up to the concrete quay that is 5 minutes away from the archeological site. I prepared myself for what could end up being another squabble during our anchor attempt. However, I was pleasantly surprised that we anchored successfully without any trouble at all. We've anchored so many times in the past few days that we are pros now! Curt decided we should open up some wine while we waited to make sure we were set properly. Somehow he managed to take a huge chunk out of his thumb with the corkscrew & had to wrap it up with gauze and tape (he told me he nearly lost his finger).

Curt sat with his wrapped thumb for a bit to make sure he wasn't going to bleed out before we prepared the dinghy for shore. I packed our backpack with both guide books (huge nerd), both cameras, sunscreen & our travel info (just in case). We tied up at the quay and headed into town. The locals were very friendly, but there really wasn't much to the town (a few houses, 1 snack shop that had a pool table), the Marae & the hotel).

We came up on Marae Taputapuatea & was marveled at the site. I instantly broke out both guide books & used the walking tour (from one of the books) to explain what we were looking at. Unfortunately, neither of my books had a map of the Marae, which would have helped immensely because there were many temples & buildings that had different functions.

We entered the Marae from the beach & instantly saw a rectangular courtyard of black volcanic rock & assumed it was the main temple. We walked all around trying to find the markings and special rocks that my walking tour mentioned, but couldn't really find anything that stood out. We decided after sufficiently exploring this temple that we'd search the grounds to see what else was there.

We found a large area at the center of the Marae that actual had plaques with information (still not a map of the Marae) but helped give a better indication of what we were looking at. We went off again & found each spot noted in my walking tour.

This is one of the most significant temples in all of Polynesia. It is situated at the mouth of Te Ava Moa Pass & fires on the marae were beacons for ancient navigators.

Here are some of the sites we discovered:

Hauvivi – the welcoming platform. This is the most simplistic area in the entire complex & right at the waters edge. Guests would be led to the main temple from this platform to participate in rituals.

Hiti Tai – (we stumbled upon this site as it's really overgrown by fauna, but you could still see the outline of the building). This is a sacred temple where meals were served.

Opu Teina – Was the farewell platform. Departing chiefs would take a stone from this marae to be planted elsewhere, which would also receive the name Marae Taputapuatea. **We took a stone (even though this area was a replica) and will place it at outside the house we eventually buy/build in California (guess our home will have the name Marae Taputapuatea).

Oro's Shrine – this is at the main temple of Taputapuatea. It's an oblong shaped temple and was considered the home of Oro (god of war & fertility). Local lore has it that 4 men were buried alive in an upright position in the temple to guard Oro and keep him from straying.

The Sacrifice Stone – We think we've discovered the correct location, which is about 9 meters from the main temple. It's an obelisk-like basalt slab where unfortunate victims met their fate in a very bloody ceremony. The right eye of the victim was removed for the priest & the left eye was taken for Oro. If the priest deemed the ceremony unworthy, the poor victim was taken to a large upright slab of limestone (resembling an large gravestone) and was scraped against the rough surface until what was left of his body dripped in blood. A great number of human sacrifices took place here. In 1969, during excavation, 5,000 skulls were discovered at the temple site. **I was really surprised to hear of all the human sacrifices here because Tama had insisted that there weren't any human sacrifices in Bora Bora. I just assumed that they lived similar lifestyles, but had different chief & kings. I guess I was mistaken.

After thuroughly discovering Marae Taputapuatea, we went off in search of Hotel Atiapiti. Our guidebook said they had scrumptious lobster & I was really craving a lovely sit down dinner, after making due with what we had in our pantry. We found the small hotel (7 little, self sufficient bungalows) at the end of a dirt path). It was very clean & charming. The owner Marie was on the phone when we arrived, so we walked around the grounds for a bit & waited until she was finished (she was on “island” time and not to concerned that we were waiting).

I eventually sent Curt to ask her about dinner (since he was the one who “claims” to know French). He spoke to her in English (which annoys me to no end because I really wanted to take French lessons before we came on this trip but Curt said we didn't need to because he knew French) & she couldn't understand him (we knew she didn't speak English because the guidebook told us she spoke French, Tahitian and understood very little English). In any case, after their brief interaction, he came back and said she wasn't serving dinner but we could stay for drinks. Curt had Hinano (local Tahitian beer) & I had a glass of white wine. We sat & watched the sun disappear. After our drinks we decided to head back to the boat to make ourselves dinner. Curt paid Marie & used the restroom (their public toilette wasn't working so she let him use one in an empty bungalow).

We were off to the quay in the dark – armed with our flashlights. We made it back to the quay & boarded the dinghy. I held the flashlight while Curt tried to start our engine. It was a bit difficult in the dark, but after many attempts we were off. Back on board I quickly did a Kettle Worx DVD before showering & starting dinner.

After my shower, Curt told me that we had a slight problem. He couldn't find his wallet. He had it at the hotel because he paid for our drinks, counted his change and put it back in his shorts. He thought it may have fallen out of his back pocket when he used the restroom or perhaps it fell out when we were in the dinghy battling with the motor. He called the hotel & left a message for Marie. He told me not to worry about it tonight & that we'd go back first thing in the morning to check the restroom.

I put together dinner with what we had available. I really wished we had purchased fish from a local fisherman or had even purchased frozen fish from the supermarket on our first day. I pulled together dinner with spaghetti, tomato paste (Curt picked this out at the grocery store & told me it was tomato sauce), olives, ham, cheese & milk (my best attempt to turn the paste into a sauce). Curt said it wasn't bad & I instantly responded that it wasn't good either. Dinner was ehhh! I planned on grilling the white bananas with melted nutella for dessert, but we were full on the starchy pasta, so instead we settled in to watch Captain Ron.

After the movie, we turned in early since we had planned to head into the village bright and early in search of the missing wallet. I was so thankful that all our travel documents & passports were safely tucked away in my holding place. I was a bit panicked that we'd be in trouble without Curt's wallet because he had all our Francs & the only thing I had in my wallet was my checkbook, credit cards & debit card (which wouldn't help us a ton since most places only accept cash here since the villages are so tiny).

Rough Seas & the First Mate's Rescue

Day 9 (July 31, 2011):

After I finished yesterday's blog, I managed to get another hour & a half of sleep before Curt woke me up. At 7:30AM he wanted to get an early start since we were heading out of the passage and into the ocean. Our sail to Huahine would take 7 hours (and that estimate was with us motoring most of the way). We untied our boat from the mooring & Curt took us out towards the passage.

I started coffee & breakfast in the kitchen. I was preparing the white bananas to bake in the oven when Curt told me that we were about to hit our first ocean swell & I should just be careful in the kitchen. BOOM...we hit the swell, went up and over the wave and smacked back down pretty hard. “Curt, do you think you could take the waves from more of an angle?” He told me he was doing the best he could but the channel was really narrow, so I'd have to make due for a little.

We spent the next half an hour doing the exact same thing. The waves & swells came one after another & I was crouched in the kitchen doorway (in earthquake ready position) with my hands bracing myself on either side of the sliding door. “Honey, are you sure this is normal for ocean sailing? We're not even going to be able to put the sail up.” We were headed dead into 25 knots of wind, with dark rain clouds up ahead. The swells seemed to almost swallow our 40 foot catamaran (Curt said in actuality there were probably only 10-12 foot swells).

I tried to continue brewing our coffee but stopped when the entire pot almost ended up on the floor (we hit a huge swell while I was pouring the hot water in the pot). I did manage to bake the white bananas & we each had two. With about 6 & ½ more hours ahead of us, I didn't think this would be a very comfortable sail. I hadn't even changed out of my pajamas, brushed my teeth or washed my face yet (basically jumped out of bed to untie the mooring). I didn't think going below was a smart idea because I was still afraid of nausea (although even in the ocean swells I wasn't nauseous at all).

“Curt, will the swells ever let up a bit?” “Is this a smart idea?” “What if it starts to rain or storm?”

I was pretty nervous as our boat was approaching rain clouds up ahead. I imagined that we'd go into survival mode & it would play out like a scene from the Perfect Storm. Curt thought about all my questions for a bit longer and then told me that we were turning back. I told him if he was certain that we'd be safe I could suck it up (we both really wanted to go to Huahine, as it was supposed to be gorgeous). He said he didn't really want to spend the next 6 & ½ hours so uncomfortable & that he'd rather enjoy a relaxing sail.

We turned back & instantly things calmed down. We were now surfing the waves instead of smacking over top of the them. It was still not ideal sailing, but enough so that I managed to get out of my crouched position & climb next to Curt on the captain's bench. Once we were in between the two motu's and safely through the passage, the wind died down to about 15-18 knots. We anchored at the same motu that we successfully managed to anchor at yesterday.

We had anchoring down!! I manned the anchor & the lead, while Curt manned the wheel. Perfectly in sync & a million times better than our first attempt yesterday. The anchor was set & the rain cloud opened up over top of us. We headed inside to come up with a new game plan, since Huahine was out of the question. We decided to keep our anchor set here until after lunch, at which point we'd head back into Haameene Bay (where we anchored last night) & check out the town that was set to the back of the bay (about 10 minutes from where we anchored & completely out of the wind).

The first set of rain clouds passed & the sun came out. We put on our bathing suits, lathered up with lotion & took our books/magazines out to the trampoline. We spent about an hour working on our tans & catching up on reading. I headed inside & heated up our leftover tuna & macaroni. Once lunch was over, we fed the fish with our giant baguette. There were a lot of fish near the motu & they were coming in schools for bread.

After feeding the fish an entire baguette, Curt decided to go for a snorkel. We both couldn't go at the same time, since we lost our mask the day before, so I encouraged him to go and shoot some video of the fish. He was in the water for about 2 minutes when he came up franticly and asked me to guess what was at the bottom. I instantly got nervous that he was going to tell me there was a giant shark below us. He didn't wait for an answer & blurted out that our snorkel mask was directly below the boat.

What are the odds that we'd anchor over the exact spot where the mask ended up? We were in 5 meters of water & Curt thought he could dive down to retrieve them with our boat hook. He made three valiant attempts & almost had it but his flipper came off. I told him it wasn't worth it and worried that he'd smack his head on one of the pontoons when he swam up quickly.

He came back on board & I asked if he wanted me to give it a shot. He told me where it was and what I needed to do. I put on my flippers, my mask & swam in between the pontoons with the boat hook in my hand. I made sure there weren't any giant sharks waiting for me at the bottom, took a deep breath in and dove down to the bottom. I managed to snag the mask with the boat hook, but it slipped off. I swam down a little deeper, felt a lot of pressure on my ears & gave it one last shot before I came up for air. E VOILA...in my first dive I was successful. Curt was really impressed (& probably a bit jealous that I was the one to rescue our snorkel mask). We both couldn't believe our luck of anchoring directly over top of the mask. We pulled up our anchor & set off for our next destination. I was feeling super confident after my successful dive that I offered to take us in to the bay. I think Curt nearly fell on the floor. He told me I've come a long way from our first day on the boat & I felt really good about actually earning my title as “first mate.”

I took us all the way into the bay, dropped the anchor & we assessed whether we wanted to take the dinghy over to the town to check it out, another rain cloud was over top of us. We waited out the rain & chatted about the town, with a glass of white wine in hand. This rainstorm was really short and we decided that the town looked too sleepy to check out (it was Sunday and many places looked dark inside).

We pulled up the anchor and headed out to the mouth of the bay & another rain cloud was over top of us. I asked Curt if we should set the anchor again and he told me we were moving on. I gave him his foul weather gear (really just the poncho from the St. Regis) & he began to navigate his way back to the island of Raiatea (where we picked up our boat).

Our plan was to explore the east side of the island & anchor for the night in Faaroa Bay. Curt motored along because he said we had a lot of ground to cover to make it to our anchoring spot by sundown, so motoring was our best option...I was bummed we hadn't had the sail out at all today. I opened up our guide books and checked out things to do on the East Coast of Raiatea. For this afternoon, we wouldn't be able to do any of the fun things that I found, but we'd get an early start in the morning to check them all out. Somehow I thought we'd be able to see & do it all with our 5 day boat rental. I think if you actually wanted to see the 5 main Leeward Islands you would need about 2-3 weeks with the boat, which would account for long sails & days actually exploring land.

We motored past the capitol city. It was actually supposed to have some decent shopping, a variety of restaurants and seemed to have people bustling about (even on a Sunday). We decided we stop their for lunch on August 3^rd, after we returned our boat to Sunsail. We passed Passe Teavaapati, which was supposed to have grey sharks, morey eels, barracuda & other fish swimming in it's dark waters. We didn't have time to stop and snorkel at the nearby motu, so I sat at the front of the boat with my toes hanging over (hoping to attract some sharks & sea life). I had my camera in hand & was ready to capture something...anything, but the only thing I saw bobbing around was a mooring near the motu.

I manned the wheel for a bit, which gave Curt some down time to take some pictures and enjoy our beautiful surroundings. The sun had been shining since we exited Haameene Bay & the afternoon was superb for sailing. I really wished that we could put our sails up for a bit, but it was already 4PM & we had to have our anchor set securely by 5PM.

We entered Faaroa Bay & the wind dropped to about 7-8 knots. This was an ideal spot to set our anchor for the night & essentially promised that I may actually get my first good sleep since we boarded the boat. We took our boat near the entrance of the river (the only river in the Leeward Islands) & set our anchor. We were in 10 meters of water & Curt wanted to make sure that we were properly set for the night, so I let out 140 turns on the winch. I set the anchor lead & we were letting out a bit more rode when we reached the end of our chain (not a big deal because we had 20m of rope after the chain). The only hitch was that the knot at the end of the rope was a bit large to go through the turn into the winch. We made some minor adjustments to the anchor lead & rode...e voila PERFECTLY set for the night.

I wanted to take our dinghy into the river to check out the hibiscus & the botanical garden, but Curt said the sun would set soon. Instead I prepared cheese & crackers, poured us some wine & we enjoyed the sunset. There were giant clouds over the tops of the mountains, so the sun set just shining it's light through the clouds. The light was beautiful, with lots of blues, purples & pinks shining through the clouds and onto the water. I took many pictures.

After the sunset, I decided I must squeeze a Kettle Worx workout in before dinner (I skipped the past two days – 1^st day Marseille was on the boat & I really didn't want to work out in front of him & the 2^nd day I got sea sick around the time I had planned to workout). Tonight's resistance workout was just what I needed to end the day.

While I showered, Curt prepped the veggies for our dinner. I made a delicious coconut curry sauce that I mixed with carrots, peas, onions and rice. It was very tasty & felt very Tahitian. Once our leisurely dinner was finished, we checked our navigation system to make sure we weren't drifting (I have been insisting we do this even though Curt is certain we won't drag the anchor) and settled on the trampoline to finish Avatar.

Even though it had rained periodically during the day, the night had beautifully clear skies & the stars were shining brightly. Even though we opted not to take the journey to Huahine, we both agreed that today was a huge success. Curt told me I was impressing him with how well I've adapted to life on a boat.    

The Relationship Test...

Day 8 (July 31, 2011):

I'm starting this blog at 3:30AM. I managed to get a few good hours of sleep (thanks to MerCalm & exhaustion), but once I rolled over I was up for the duration.

Let's flash back to just before 7AM & I will fill in all the details of our first day at sea without Marseille. I crawled into bed with Avatar playing the night before & was asleep within minutes. However, once the boat started to sway in the middle of the night, I tossed and turned. The bed was hard & the dinghy was smacking the waves violently near our head. I pulled our windows halfway closed because the cold wind was chilling me to the core. Tossing and turning, turning and tossing and voila it was 7AM. I was extremely grumpy when I woke up & my back was sore from the stiff bed.

Our plan was to bring Marseille back to Sunsail by 8:30AM, so that we could get underway and head out to Tahaa. Once out of bed, we got ourselves ready for the day (basically put our bathing suits on & took care of hygiene needs) & we began breakfast. Marseille had coffee going by the time I got upstairs. It was glad that he started it and could talk me through how to make another pot (pour hot water in our “coffee pot” while holding the filter full of grinds over the pot).

I decided to make French scrambled eggs for breakfast since Curtis loves them & they've become a specialty of mine. Curt had the bacon in the oven & our pot (yes I said pot not frying pan – it's absolutely the only way to make proper French scrambled eggs – thank you Institute of Culinary Education) was ready to go. I was just about to pour my mixture into the pot, but while Curt was pouring milk into my coffee mug the board under my bowl slipped and the entire egg mixture ended up on the floor (both our faults because we shouldn't have been preparing food on the cover to the drying rack). I was so annoyed (still very grumpy from lack of sleep), but Curt quickly cleaned up the mess & brought me more eggs.

Round two of making eggs went off without a hitch. We enjoyed some coffee, juice, eggs & bacon in the saloon before pulling up the anchor and heading back to Sunsail. Once at Sunsail, Marseille brought us to the market. We first stopped by a local farmer & picked up 1 large breadfruit (basically an island grapefruit) & a bunch of white bananas (the peel is orange) that Marseille recommend we try baking in the oven.

We walked over to the only supermarket in town to get some fish, meat & veggies. I was pretty disappointed by their vegetable selection, as they had tons of lettuce, brown tomatoes, shriveled up peppers & cucumbers filled up an entire row. We opted to get carrots that looked decent & a giant bunch of green beans. Curt went in search of seafood, but wasn't impressed by the selection they had in the freezer or fridge section (no counters with meat or seafood here). We decided that we'd try and pick up fresh fish from a fisherman the following day to cook on our grill. Curt managed to find 1 piece of steak that looked decent (it was only $3.60 – looking back on it I'm wondering if it was actually steak. It could have been dog at a cheap price like that, as many locals eat wild dog).

We loaded up all our groceries & the beverage provisions that Sophie forgot to put on the boat yesterday & head back to our catamaran. We were ready to start our first sail...just the two of us. Once out of the marina, Curt asked me to take the wheel so he could get the main sail up. I refused. I was really nervous to take the wheel of this 40 foot catamaran & would rather put the sail up. Sunsail has a sail cover that is permanently attached to the boom (basically the sail flakes into it and you use tie it closed with the sail ties), which made it difficult for Curt to see which lines did what (without him coming up front to get a look), so he couldn't really give me instructions.  I was on my own to figure out which was the halyard, etc...

He was getting frustrated with me for not taking the wheel, but I keep refusing & eventually we got the 2 reefs in & the sail up. Our morning sail was quite nice. We were headed to our first anchoring spot near, which was halfway around Tahaa. The plan for mid-morning was to anchor, snorkel around the Motu & head out early afternoon for our night anchoring spot on the other side of Tahaa.

By the time we got to the Motu, I had spilled my coffee all over myself when we hit a wake. This was just not my day (and this was still only the morning). I rinsed out my cover up, hung it to dry & mentally prepared to set the anchor. Curt was still at the wheel & it was my job to drop the anchor. We arrived at our location and assessed the best place to drop our anchor. There was a lot of coral & we were just outside of very shallow water.

Our first attempt at dropping the anchor was not a success. Curt kept yelling for me to drop the anchor & I kept yelling that he was near too much coral. It was a battle of stubborn minds trying to accomplish a tricky task (the current and waves were pushing us into the coral & we were just not working together). After another failed attempt, Curt left the wheel to assess the situation & thought we needed to attach the anchor lead rope (used with catamarans to keep the anchor centered) to the rode of the anchor. He attached it and we went for our third attempt (this time I didn't argue that he was too close to coral & decided that if our anchor got stuck in coral it would be the captain's job to dive & get it out). This time the anchor didn't go anywhere. I told Curtis that his brilliant plan to attach the lead was a failure because we should have attached it after the anchor was secure at the bottom (he didn't come back to see what I was talking about and didn't really understand what I was talking about). He wanted to try again with the lead still attached. I took the lead off because clearly the anchor wasn't going to go anywhere (in my hast I didn't reattach the lead to the boat but wouldn't realized this until later in the day) & it was at that point that Curt told me to put the anchor away & we went for the mooring instead.

I grabbed our boat hook and prepared to grab the mooring. As we got close I realized that the moorings didn't have any rings and the hole at the top was too tiny to hook through. Curt went back for try number two & told me to try and grab the rope right under the mooring ball and pull it up. While he was giving me instructions we passed the mooring & since I was listening to Curt's instructions I missed it again. We were both frustrated with each other, our unsuccessful anchor attempts and our unsuccessful mooring attempt.

Curt motored away & said we were moving on. I was equal parts upset because we were arguing with each other and annoyed that he left the anchoring spot because I thought eventually we'd get it. I went into the cabin and pulled out my sailing books to figure out why we were unable to anchor properly (note: normally we don't anchor since we mainly do day rentals where we can tie up to moorings or dock the boat, but we were both taught how to set various types of anchors). I realized that I forgot the key 5:1 ratio, but also realized that our anchor wasn't marked in feet or meters so I had no idea how much rode I was actually letting out. Since the rode was inside the boat, I had no way to pull it out and flake it out in sections of 10 feet. Curt came into the cabin, did a little math & we figured out that 60 revolutions of the winch would roughly equal 5 meters to the bottom (we were mainly anchoring in water 5-10 meters deep, so this should work).

It was only when Curt was working out the math that I got nervous (not sure why since we were in 40 meters of water, not close to any shores & with no other boats in sight) that someone wasn't manning the wheel, so for the first time all trip I got behind the wheel. This was a turning point for our morning, as I felt successful at something, Curt was glad that I was actually feeling confident enough to take the wheel & we both apologized for being short with each other during our anchoring exercise. I stayed behind the wheel for a while, which gave Curt a much needed break. We both were able to sit on the captain's bench and enjoy the morning (we've been motoring since our failed anchor attempt).

I realized that it had been quite some time with our sails down & asked when we'd put them back up. Curt pointed to our instruments & it was the first time I realized that we've been going directly into 30 knots of wind for the past hour. Had Curt not pointed that out (I get really nervous in high winds & large swells), I probably would have stayed behind the wheel for a bit longer. I used the excuse that I wanted to check out our next anchoring location for things to do nearby & headed into the cabin for a bit. The wind was getting stronger & stronger as the day went on.  It wasn't exactly smooth sailing.  

After going through some guide books, I thought we should check out l'Hibiscus hotel & bar. We could use their free mooring, get drinks with them at happy hour & stay tied up to the mooring over night. Curt liked this idea & we both thought that since l'Hibiscus was in a bay that we'd be more sheltered from the wind at night, as opposed to anchoring out in the lagoon by the Motu.

It was about 2PM & we decided that we'd still go to our original night anchor location, practice our anchoring again & snorkel around a bit. This location was much more desirable for anchoring since the water was a bit deeper around the Motu, there wasn't a lot of coral & the current wasn't pushing us toward shallow water. We successfully anchored on our first try!! This was not only huge for our afternoon plans, but also a huge success for our relationship (no bickering this time around & excellent teamwork).

We opened a bottle of wine & sat in the saloon for half an hour watching our swing to make sure that we were in fact set properly. We still needed to connect the anchor lead line to the the rode. I tried to use our boat hook, but the lead was directly below the trapeze, so I couldn't reach it and pull it where it needed to be hooked onto the rode. Curt put on his flippers & snorkel gear and jumped in to hook it on from the water. The wind was picking up a lot and our boat was swinging bobbing around a lot. I was really nervous that Curt was going to get hurt in the process, but he managed to successfully attach the lead. I needed to let the anchor out a bit more, so that they lead made it's proper Y shape and the anchor lie in the center.

Once we were set, Curt came back on board & we prepared to snorkel, only we couldn't find Curt's mask. He had it on when he went in the water & he thought he handed it to me after he attached the lead, while he waited for me to let out the rode. I was certain he didn't hand it to me. He realized that when he swam back to the diving platform he tossed them up on the deck. We searched & searched but couldn't find it (we figure it fell off the back when we went over a big swell), so I stayed on board while Curt swam around for a bit checking out what was around us. By 4:30PM, we were showered & ready to head into the bay for l'Hibiscus happy hour.

We tied up to a mooring & were preparing the dinghy when I thought it was much windier than it had been all day. I asked Curtis if this was a good spot to tie up for the night & he told me that if it was rough (large waves & strong winds coming in to the bay) that we'd have to rough it for the night because the sun was about to set. We got into the dinghy & I felt really queazy. The swell was getting bigger & the sun was almost set. I was nervous about heading back to the boat in pitch black (we left our anchor light & deck lights on but it was still very dark). Curt told me we would be fine.  I love that his calm demeanor is always able to balance my high anxiety.

We spent the next couple of hours hanging out at l'Hibiscus, drinking wine, checking our email (I of course posted yesterday's blog) and unwinded from our tense day of sailing. Curt adjusted to the land within half an hour, but I still felt like I was on a boat the entire time we were at l'Hibiscus. We boarded our dinghy at 8PM & planned on making dinner once we got back on the boat. The ride back to the boat in the dinghy was rough (swells were high, the wind was still strong & we had very low visibility). I started to feel really nauseous.

I wanted to put the dinghy back up on the boat (this catamaran has a drop down bar to set it in the water). I held the dinghy as stable as possible, while Curt searched in the dark for the hook to connect to the drop bar. Our dinghy was bobbing all over the place, despite my best efforts at holding it steady. I feared Curt was going to get knocked off the dinghy by the drop bar & I would never be able to find him if he was knocked unconscious at night. We tied the dinghy up, but let it drift a bit further from the boat so it wouldn't smack around so much while we slept.

All of a sudden the nausea took over & I ran to the edge of the boat. We found some MerCalm in our first aide kit & I laid on our kitchen bench to let the anti-nausea medicine kick in, while Curt prepared dinner. This was the first time I have ever gotten sea sick in my life. I'm not sure if it was true sea sickness or part nerves from the waves/strong winds & part sea sick. The MerCalm worked well & I fell asleep at the kitchen table. Curt tried to wake me up for dinner but I was out for the count. He managed to prop my head up with a pillow & cover me with a blanket. I slept from about 9PM to midnight before waking up to boat bobbing up and down violently (ok maybe I'm over-exaggerating this part a bit but the movement definitely startled me awake). I tossed and turned on the bench but was afraid to go down below to the head because I thought I would get sick again.

At about 3AM Curt woke up to check things out. I decided it was time to try sleeping my bed & went down below. I lasted about half an hour before coming up to take more MerCalm & blog, since sleep was not on my agenda this evening.

I'm desperately hoping tomorrow is a better day. For a large chunk of the day, I felt terrible that Curt was marrying someone who couldn't handle living on a boat, when this is one of the things he loves most in life. I did feel better when he told me that a family friend that races all the time gets very sea sick & always takes Dramamine when he gets on the boat. We'll see how I feel tomorrow – I'm certain that my attitude will improve over the next few days with regards to feeling more comfortable living on the boat & am hoping that the nausea goes away.

Next up on our itinerary is the island of Huahine. We'll actually be heading out into open water to sail to this island (so far we just been sailing inside the reef). I'm nervous for the larger ocean swells & the wind is supposed to be equally as strong (if not stronger) for most of the day tomorrow.

**Photos will be added at a better WIFI location, as the slow connection isn't cooperating.**

Honeymoon - Part 2 ... The Mahana (our Catamaran)

Day 7 (July 29, 2011):

Goodbye St. Regis!! Today we start part 2 of our honeymoon adventure – where we leave our 5 star hotel, concierge & butler service & “rough it” (as I like to say). Curt says we will hardly be “roughing it” on our 40 foot catamaran, but I'll be the judge of that. I was not born a seaman, so I may require an adjustment period before I feel like a real yacht woman haha.

After boarding the yacht from the St. Regis to the Bora Bora airport, I got a bit mopey. It was the same feeling that I got every time I would fly back to NYC or Curt would fly back to SF, during our 21 month cross-country trips. It's the “I'm leaving something amazing right now & it will be a while before I can enjoy it again” feeling. We actually chatted a lot about how we wished our stay at the St. Regis was longer, so we made a tentative plan to return to Bora Bora for our 5 year anniversary (leaving any children behind with their grandparents). Who knows - maybe we'll stay in the royal overwater villas when we return (there are only 5 of this specific room type & they are the furthest out in the water, largest, have swimming pools on their decks & are much quieter/more peaceful).

We got to the Bora Bora airport, checked in and waited an hour for our flight. Our flight was pretty full, as it had two stops (1^st in Raiatea & 2^nd in Papeete). The flight was literally 10 minutes long. Very strange feeling to ascend & descend with very little air time (I was very thankful for my Earplanes). Once off the plane, we were greeted by our taxi driver. She was scheduled to bring us to Sunsail's marina (literally 2 minutes away in the taxi).

Sophie & Marseille were the first to greet us at Sunsail (Sophie was the manager & Marseille was our real life Captain Ron). Since neither of us has experience chartering large catamarans, Sunsail requires us to sail with a captain the first day. It was nice to have Marseille on board to show us were our water tanks, gas tanks, instruments, etc... were located.

Marseille helped me unpack, while Curt dealt with paperwork in the office. I had us fully unpacked by the time he got back. We picked up our snorkel gear, put away all our groceries & were ready to go by 1PM. Marseille navigated us out of the marina. Curt took over the wheel when we were out in deeper water, while Marseille manned the sails. We had a lot of wind & needed two reefs in the main sail during our afternoon sail. Curt told me that I didn't have to do much today (he was Marseille's first mate), so I lathered up with suntan lotion, manned the camera & tanned on the trapeze (occasionally checking to make sure that everyone had enough champagne).

We sailed from Raiatea to a Motu on the outskirts of Tahaa. We were pretty close to the reef, which had great waves breaking over it. Marseille explained that this Motu was pretty tricky to sail into or even to take our dinghy in to because it was shallow with a lot of coral. Sunsail suggests that you anchor by 5PM, since the sunsets at 6PM in the French Polynesian islands, so we turned around here.

We headed back to Raitea to anchor where Marseille suggested. We set our anchor near Motu Tahunaoe (anchoring proved to be quite difficult this evening because the current & wind were moving in opposite directions, plus we were anchoring on the edge of deep water so little changes meant we could be anywhere from 1m to 25m in our depth). After a successful anchor, Marseille showed us how to operate our dinghy (lower it into the water, outfit it properly with the motor, etc...).

Curt & I attempted to take the dinghy out near the Motu & watch the waves crash over the reef during sunset. This proved to be a bit more difficult than we anticipated because of the change in depths. We noticed that we couldn't get very close to the Motu because of the shallow water & coral. Other dinghys had their anchors set far from the Motu & a few people were walking from the dinghy to the Motu (that's how shallow the water was). We got stuck navigating our way through very densely packed coral gardens.

We found a nice spot & watched the waves for a bit before exploring a bit of the coastline. We headed back to our boat, Mahana VI (Mahana means sun), for some snorkeling before the sun went down. Snorkeling without a guide freaked me out, as this water was less clear than our previous snorkel spots, there were no guarantees that a giant shark would not eat me (not really possible in the depth/location that we were swimming) & the depth kept changing (you could go from deep water to being able to stand in no time at all). Curtis didn't seem to mind the murky water, but I swam back to the boat after a bit.

We rinsed off, opened some wine, set out cheese & crackers & prepared for sunset. It was very peaceful out near the Motu, since we were one of only 3 boats anchored (the other 2 boats had their dinghys out near shore). I decided it was time to prepare dinner, but was at a loss as to what dinner would actually be. Curt asked what I was cooking & I really wasn't sure since the provisions he got didn't include any veggies, meat or fish (he opted for the “Get Up & Go” package – which I think only really includes things for breakfast, a lot of pasta, rice, condiments, etc...). I surveyed our options & decided to make a macaroni & cheese (of sorts). I caramelized onions, while Curt prepared garlic bread. In my “mac & cheese,” I used tuna canned in oil, caramelized onions, herbs de provence, gruyere cheese, heavy cream & lots of butter (really the only suitable options we had for a meal).

We sat out in our saloon with white wine & our dinner. Marseille joined us for dinner & told me it was delicious. I think he was being polite, as I wasn't really convinced that it was a yummy dinner. However, itt was the best I could pull off with very little to work with & supplied with a teeny-tiny galley kitchen. Gordon Ramsey would not have been impressed with my lack of creativity, but it was dinner (let's see his Master Chef's try & pull off a gourmet meal, with barely any suitable ingredients, in an itty-bity kitchen. We decided that we should definitely hit up the market tomorrow morning when we dropped Marseille back off to Sunsail, so that we could pick up fresh vegetables, fish & meat (& hopefully prepare a proper meal tomorrow night).

Marseille turned in for bed about 7PM. At which point, I decided it was time to shower & get ready for our first night on the boat. Curt joked that if I held the shower head above my head, then I would feel like I was back at the St. Regis in our rain shower. I didn't see the humor in this & wasn't very keen on showering in this stall at all. To the bathroom's defense, it did have hot water & I only needed to use the shower pump-out one time. All in all - not a terrible experience, but definitely not the St. Regis (maybe it would have been better to do the sailboat before the St. Regis so I wouldn't have known what I was missing).

We decided to settle in on the trapeze with a bottle of wine, pillows, my travel snuggie & Avatar playing on Curt's laptop. The trapeze was extremely peaceful at night & with only the anchor light on we could see many stars in the sky, as we enjoyed the movie (pointing out all the details Cameron borrowed from Bora Bora). The wind picked up a bit during the movie so we relocated to our cabin where I fell asleep with Avatar playing in the background.

Stay tuned to hear about our first day at sea...ON OUR OWN!!!

Sent from a remote location on Tahaa - while regaining our land legs at l'Hibiscus during happy hour

Our last day at the St. Regis...

Day 6 (July 28, 2011):

It was an extremely cloudy day & ended up being a day full of rainstorms.  We still had one last excursion to fit in before we left the St. Regis.  I did Kettle Worx pre-excursion & was all set for whatever the day had in store for us.  We hopped aboard a boat for a morning of reef snorkeling.  Luckily our excursion was in the water, since it rained for most of the morning.

Our guide Christof brought us to three locations on our snorkel adventure.  We've been lucky that all of our excursions were with only a few other groups.  This excursion was no exception - there was another couple & a family of 4 (the first Americans to be on the same tour as us - I complained to Curt later on that they were loud - I guess I've gotten used to the quiet and hushed tones that exist outside of the US).

Our first location was to try and spot some mana rays having their breakfast.  Their mouth is much larger than sting rays & they feed off of plankton.  I finally mastered snorkeling and could successfully snorkel my way around the lagoon without any water sneaking in to my mask.  I stayed near our guide who pointed out all kinds of fish & explained about the sea life.  Curt swam off in a quest to follow the mana rays.

Before heading off to our second location, our guide found a few octopus at the bottom.  He managed to pull one out of his hiding spot.  We all got to feel how he holds on to you with his tentacles.  Poor octopus kept releasing his ink & was very stressed.  After our guide released him, he quickly swam to an new hiding spot & probably prayed no other tour guide would disturb him.

Our guide pulling up the octopus - the video clip was too large to upload 

Off to our second location which Christof called the lagoon's aquarium because of all the fish we would see.  He pointed out black urchins, coral worms, sea horses, surgeon fish, angel fish, etc...  It was still raining but we were able to see great sea life (including the angel fish which Christof said is normally very hard to see, but since it was cloudy we lucked out).  We spent about 30-40 minutes exploring this spot.  We even found a surprise written in the bottom of the lagoon - check out the video clip below to see what's written.

Our last location was snorkeling on the reef.  It was pretty shallow here, so we needed to be careful not to get cut by the coral.  We saw some pretty amazing fish, while fighting the current coming in from the ocean.  Even though we were slathered in sun tan lotion & it was raining/completely cloudy, Curt & I managed to get a bit sunburnt on our backs (up until today we managed to be burn free).

When we arrived back at the St Regis it was pouring, so we settled in for a cocktail at the bar & enjoyed each others company.  We hitched a ride back to our room on a golf cart and hung out for a few hours before being picked up for our 4PM couples massage.

The Miri Miri Spa wasn't able to do an in-villa massage (even though we had been trying to have them confirm one for us since the first day we arrived).  In hindsight, it was much better that we didn't have the in-villa massage because of the rain.  We wouldn't have been able to appreciate the in-villa if were actually inside the villa (not on our deck like I had originally wanted).

I arrived to our spa room first & was face down when Curt came in the room.  I chuckled instantly, as he was in what he claims was a child's robe.  It was so incredibly snug on him I couldn't help but laugh.  He had never had a massage before and wasn't sure what to expect.  He looked at me and whispered, "was I supposed to keep my boxers on?"  He had tucked the spa undies into the belt of his robe & thought it was an eye shade.  My stomach hurt I was laughing so hard.

He settled in on the table & we both had a fabulous 50 minute Balinese massage.  Just what I needed to completely release all tension & stress.  I don't think Curt really appreciated the massage & claimed he didn't have any stress or tension that needed releasing.  In any case, I loved the spa afternoon - complete with laughter at how ridiculous Curt looked in his robe.

After our massage, we relaxed until dinner.  The rain was off and on all afternoon.  We got all dressed up for our last dinner at the St. Regis.  We went to the Lagoon restaurant (which was the main restaurant featured in Couples Retreat).  The food here was incredible.  We both opted for the local fish entrees, which were to die for.  Finished our meal off with chocolate meringue, lemon sorbet & thai basil sauce - fabulous!

We headed back to our room, had some more wine & decided since we needed to be on the St. Regis yacht at 10AM that we'd get up early to pack, go for our last swim in the lagoon & eat a leisurely breakfast.

When we woke up on Day 7, it was still very cloudy.  We hopped in the lagoon for a dip, Curt did all our packing (which stunned me because I am usually the one who packs everything for us) & we said goodbye to the fabulous St. Regis.

Stay tuned as our next adventure will soon begin.  Captain Ron will take the wheel of our 40 foot catamaran.  Our plan is to sail from Raitea, Tahaa, Hauhine, Bora Bora & possibly 1 other very tiny island for the next 5 days.  Not sure how often we'll have WIFI available, but I will update you on our adventure as often as possible.