Oa Pou reaches for the sky

Just on the southern horizon as seen from Nuku Hiva is Oa Pou and it sings a siren song.  So we sail down there one day and walz right into the capital of Hakahau (pop. 2,110) where we are the only cruisers at least for one night.  Soon we are comfortable with the anchorage and the people.

Did I mention siren song?  My first view of these peaks was from ten miles away.

The sunrise painted them with a special palette and I lost my heart to Oa Pou.

There is a water spigot on the beach which we use for laundry.  We are washing our dirty laundry in a public park when two gendarmes approach striking terror into our hearts. Which one of our offenses did they discover?  They ask us in English to move our boat to make room for Aranui, the supply ship due the next day.   Breathing a big sigh of relief, we move Kalliope and Aranui doesn't run over us and everybody is happy.

A collision with Aaranui is to be avoided by all means.

There is a derelict building near the spigot where we were apprehended by the gendarmes.  Some years back it was painted brown but the painter considerately left this older piece of graffiti exposed.

Fresh supplies from the ship make the islanders happy so they host a reception and throw a party for the few guests that travel on the supply ship.

After the visitors are fed and offered local crafts at the park they are invited to walk a couple blocks to a historic site for traditional music and dance.

I give this band three stars.

She looks like she has been practicing and
will lead the troupe in six or eight years.

It is hard to believe these are store clerks, dignified government  officials, nurses and horse wranglers the other six days of the week.  They work out their aggression through their dances which historically emphasize the warrior role.  Four stars.

This guy concludes a dance depicting a successful battle with a celebratory howl.

We have seen a couple of these carved wooden ships prow pulpits.  This is my favorite.

We visit this Catholic Church at 10:00 Sunday, after the service I guess, for there is not a soul around.  However someone decorated the altar with beautifully woven fresh palm fronds.

We move to the next bay with the almost identical name  of Hakahetau where a beachfront park becomes our dinghy landing.  The designer made maximum use of these natural rock outcrops which even include a little geyser powered by the waves.

We have no photo of the geyser but here is is the rock.

The Marquesians must think it gauche to advertise nature's natural attractions with neon signs and tee shirt shops and Deb and Gregg often have difficulty finding them.  With only a couple false starts we find the perfect waterfall and skinny dip pool.  I can't believe how few people visit this place.

Our search is rewarded.  Five stars.

Deb worked really hard and threw out dozens of photos to get this one.

French Polynesia – First Taste

Approximately June 29 at 11:22 a.m. we conclude our first long ocean passage with landfall in Hiva Oa, Marquesas, French Polynesia.  We are delighted when “old” friends we know from Ecuador paddle over to welcome us.   We learn that another boat was dismasted the week before and a crowd of volunteers gather daily in the parking lot to assist with building a new mast from the wreckage.  The young owner works like a man possessed to get underway because his sweetheart is waiting for him in Papeete.

   Ev is a Frenchman we know from Bahia Caraquez seen here supervising rigging the mast.

The anchorage is about a forty minute walk from the commercial center of town.  Along the road, we snap a pic of this beach where the local school has broad frontage.  Not a bad location eh?

Surf on the beach backed by lush green jungle.

School just out of sight to the right.

This mountain hides in cloud most of the time so we snap a photo when the mist clears.

View from Kalliope at anchor

 View of Kalliope at anchor

On an excursion in a rental car shared with another couple we tour the north side of the island and some sights along the way include horses cooling off in the surf.

Horses are used for transportation and hauling loads like coconuts 

Marquesian mariners are particular about boat design and a flat bottom will not do for beach landings in the surf.  This type of boat is used for errands and inshore fishing and often carries a small outboard.

Searching the Jungle for petroglyphs, Deb indulges her inner botanist.

Our arrival coincides with preparations for celebration of Bastille Day.  Here a lady weaves palms to decorate the hall for the evening dance festival.

The Bastille Day Gala is a large undertaking for a small town and on Hiva Oa represents a celebration of the culture of the Marquesan people.  The band is made up mostly of drummers and the music supports the lady dancers whose moves are well choreographed and very “hip.”  The next two photos are dedicated to our friend Andy D. back in Alaska who is an avid and talented drummer.  We hope the third image conveys some idea of the dancing.

This drum is so tall that the drummer stands on a stool to get a comfortable angle to beat the drum with his palms.

The band warms up

There are over thirty dancers who mime the planting, cultivating, harvesting, cooking and eating breadfruit.  There are several costume changes, the rhythm of the drums and smiles of the island girls.

Soon we will try to post the video – Much Better

Ecuadorian Andes

We stay busy sprucing up the boat in Bahia Caraquez through March.  Things like renewing the wind-vane steering re-mounting the solar panels, changing fuel filters for the diesel engine, polishing the stainless steel stanchions, hauling water to top off the tanks and varnishing the hatch frames are now checked off the 'to-do' list.  When we learn our Visas for French Polynesia are waiting for us in Quito we drop the screwdriver and paint brush and hop the next bus.  We combine a couple days of "business" with several days of seeing the sights before returning home to Kalliope.

Dawn raises her rosy fingers* and finds us in the town of Otavalo, a three hour bus ride north of Quito in a hotel much nicer than the hostels we usually camp in when we are on the road.  We heard Otavalo has a great market and it is very popular with Americans.  After spending Saturday, the BIG market day here, we believe both claims are true.  One group of students is speaking American English when Deb strikes up a conversation on the street corner.  She is so outgoing she does this regularly.

Hotel lobby/restaurant area.

Otavalo hotel garden

So, picture a town, small but probably tens of thousands of people nestled in an Andean valley with temps from 60° at night to 75° in the afternoons.  There is a low cost of living, a university, a trout stream, a lake, a waterfall, an outdoor market, a vibrant Native American culture, clean air, abundant water, good restaurants, Internet and CNN News in English at the click of a button.  I know Otavalo is a good place to visit and probably a good place to live.  No, we are not shopping for real estate.  The common thread between Otavalo and the Quito notes below is that they were both part of the same trip.

Archetecture

Deb takes a few photos from the vantage of Mt. 

Pichincha a few miles from downtown Quito.

                        Doors as art.

Since we are in Quito for Holy Week, we stake out a spot along the route of the Good Friday procession through the Historic District.  Thousands of marchers show up, more thousands of

watchers and at least hundreds of vendors selling everything from mango slices to umbrellas for

protection from sun and heat.

First come hundreds

of 'Penitents' in purple robes.

Some penitents perform self flagellation.  Others

tie crosses of cactus to bare backs or wrap their 

torso in barbed wire. **

Some Penitents carry heavy crosses.

Near the back of the procession 

come the 'Veronicas'

A few altars at the end of the procession merit

heavy police protection.

*  Wish I wrote the rosy fingers line, but credit goes to Homer.  If any copyright was infringed, I                            apologize.

**  Some penitents were harmed making this procession.

Bahia de Caraquez

We work on maintaining Kalliope when we can, go to Quito and Manta when we must and occasionally, OK frequently, visit one shoreside restaurant or another for a beverage or a meal.  Our new favorite cafe is part of the small Hotel Bahia B&B where David, a Canadian and Sophia, Columbian are building their business and their lives.  David does construction, accounting and customer service.  Sophia just charms everyone who comes in.  Sophia also makes a fashion statement, encouraged by her father who is visiting here now and brings her beautiful clothes from the family business when he comes.

Sophia modeling a dress from Columbia in the restaurant
of the Bahia Hotel B&B

One of the Cruising families we meet frequently on shore-
side excursions.

Sunday evenings, the cruisers treat themselves to a potluck.
 This cruising couple helps organize this event and others.

If you want to get a photo of Bahia Caraquez
you can take a taxi to the heights or . . . . . 

Either way, this is the Rio Chone and Bahia Caraquez with
the museum in the lower left and Kalliope near the center.

When we must go to Manta we take time out to observe this
repair facility right on the beach which has about a dozen
wooden boats just above the high tide line.

Let's See . . . where are we?

A brief glimpse at the interior of Ecuador.  We also went to Quito but

 Gregg prefers empty places or those with little development.

In Mindo, a few miles north of Quito, we hike to the  "Siete Cascadas"  attraction.  The trails to the waterfalls are on the other side of a wooded valley and are accessed via an areal tram more reminiscent of mining than ski resorts.

Miss Debbie relaxing at the cascades.

An aging but not typical house near the center of Mindo.

Mindo is a very small town at the confluence of

two lovely trout streams no one seems to fish.

In Mindo the bananas are abundant in March.  They

begin something like this

Carry the violet color to the small fruit.

Then green and, if you don't pick them in time, yellow.

Fanesca is a very rich soup traditionally prepared at

Easter time or 'Semana Santa.'  This photo is for Phil.

New Year in Palo Alto, CA

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Today the nearly deserted Stanford University campus is blessed with crisp cool air and the morning light shining on mature trees and well-maintained lawns.  The Rodin Sculpture Garden, though echoing with the noise from nearby construction is as beautiful as ever.  I search in vain for "The Thinker" even assigning a spot where I think it should be.  After turning this over in my mind a while, I remember it was the University of Houston campus where "The Thinker" sits in a prominent spot.  Rodin Sculptures are probably the only similarity between these two schools.

Not far away on the Campus is the "Main Quad" with a minimally landscaped courtyard surrounded by buildings.  Each building is fronted by a portico or "peristyle" a wide porch with one side open to the breeze and the roof supported by columns bridged by graceful arches. The crowning glory of the Main Quad is a pair of ivy-covered arches over the two entrances to the courtyard.

One attraction of Stanford is a big antique clock mechanism originally installed in another building on campus which was damaged by an earthquake.  The clock works were stored for several years, then reinstalled in a rather plain purpose-built tower.  The beauty of the installation is that the pendulum, gears, fans, levers, pulleys "the works" can be viewed from all sides through a glass enclosure.  Pretty cool when everything starts spinning and whirring in time with the chiming of the bells in the tower above.  No?  Well it's a guy thing.

Machupiccu in the Misty Mountains

Speaking of Machupiccu, it is maintained with the help of llamas which may be found wondering among the ruins and cropping the grass.  They provide a very pleasant contrast to the lifeless stones around them and provide great amusement to the throngs of tourists taking photos.

After joining a tour of the central area, Deb and I venture out along a trail that was a key access route before the coming of the roads, the busses and the trains.  In places, this trail is only a narrow shelf cut in a sheer rock wall with a drop that must exceed a thousand feet.  There is a unique feature in this trail, consisting of a missing section of the "shelf" spanned by a couple of logs that are easily removable.  Of course this makes the main village easier to defend from hostile forces like Spanish Conquistadores.

We don't cross the "Inka Bridge."
This is far enough.

To be clear, we understand the Spanish never visited Machupiccu and there is no evidence of battle.


Back in the central area, we swing through again, trying to absorb the significance of the structures.

Mysteriously shaped stones are the centerpieces of
several courtyards may have been altars.

Stone steps and water-courses are abundant and we enjoy thinking about the feet that trod the steps before us.  As the bard once wrote.  "So light a step will n'er wear out the everlasting flint."

Approaching the altar.

There are just a few restored buildings which give a sense of the appearance in the fifteenth century and in the case of two buildings, shelter scantily clad tourists from a brief rain shower.

Guard House or Storage - Memory fails

The entire complex is served by streams that originate higher on the mountain and follow channels through various buildings and sixteen fountains.  There is a separate drainage system for rainwater runoff which includes a porous sub-base in each of the terraces to prevent them from becoming mud slides decorated with corn and potato crops rushing down the mountain.

Did I mention the water still follows the channels?

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