And then the wind dropped and the skies cleared. We took ourselves ashore for showers, sundowners and an evening meal at Bora Bora Yacht Club. Hang the expense I said. It is one of those indulgences I grant myself more and more often as the approach of late middle age threatens. A badly infected coral cut is not related to senescence but my crumbling shoulder joint is. I hope the shoulder, like our dear old engine, will make it home to Australia.
We have cleared customs and plan to go to sea tomorrow, destination Tonga. Whether that is via Niue or Samoa, wind direction will determine. In any case, there will be no posts on the website for a couple of weeks. A relief for everyone.