Arrival in the Marquesas Islands, French Polynesia.

The moment of our arrival had been on our minds ever since our autopilot packed up and we knew that sleepless days and weeks were ahead of us. We had celebrated the sight of land when we were still about 12 hours away from dropping the anchor. Now that we were actually in a bay where the anchor could be dropped it was a great relief but this did not overshadow the sheer magnificence of the anchorage with its towering mountains and volcanic rock formations, lush tropical vegetation and clear ultramarine waters.

 

The anchorage of the Bay of Virgins, and its town Hanavave, on the north eastern shore of Fatu Hiva is not that large, probably capable of holding 15 boats at max but 10 comfortably. We had seen two boats leave as we approached the island and now we slowly moved through the anchorage looking to choose a suitable spot to anchor. Dannielle, a French sailor, kindly provided some advice on the local obstacles and we dropped out hook in 80 feet of water, more than we normally like to anchor in, and settled down to make sure we were secure before relaxing.

Now that we could relax we took in the breathtaking beauty of this place which more than lives up to its reputation as being one of the premier cruising destinations in the world. I had seen many a sailing magazine with pictures of Fatu Hiva tantalizing readers to far flung destinations and now we were here, a dream realized.  We sat in the cockpit and for the first time in nearly a month our muscles relaxed. No longer did we have to act against the rolling motion of the boat. No longer did we have to cling on to a hand hold to move about the boat and tonight we can sleep.

Fatu Hiva is the southernmost island in the Marquesas Islands and although not a port of entry we chose it as our point of landfall because it is remote and we did not want to make landfall in a relatively busy place as we wanted time to unwind and recover from the passage. It also makes sense to come here first as any passage from the northern islands would mean that we would have to sail to windward.

We stayed aboard Sarita for the rest of the day, tidying up and enjoying a stable boat. A large rain shower passed by and we took advantage of the fresh water to wash as much of the salt off the boat from the passage which in places was caked on several mm thick and had started to make the stainless railing oxidize.

We lifted the dinghy from the foredeck, where it is safely stored during long passages, put it into the water and put the small outboard motor on for the short journey to shore. We could not wait to see how our legs would react to land after so long at sea.

 

We tied the dinghy to the substantial concrete wharf and stepped ashore although we felt no effects of being at sea. We walked up the single paved road, past a church, school and small shop where we were greeted by a local man asking us if we wanted some fruit. We had heard that the locals were very friendly and offered visitors fruit and so we took up offer and followed him to his house where his son was carving bone jewelry. WE were given a whole stalk of bananas and a very large bag of pampelmoose, a grapefruit like fruit which is very succulent and not as bitter as a grapefruit. Quite delicious. We thanked the family profusely and said we would be back the following day to give them some suitable gifts.

We walked further up the road looking at the well cared for gardens with bright tropical flowers and were then stopped by a middle aged local man on a bicycle who introduced himself as Jean. He spoke little to no English but we used our poor French to make ourselves understood. Jean kindly gave us a brief tour of some parts of the village and suggested we watch him and others from the village carry out their boxing practice. 

We walked back to the dock, smaller children approaching us for gifts, not in a harassing way but gently. We returned to the boat and came back at 3pm to watch the boxing practice where Amber joined in with the warm up and was then invited to put on the gloves and spar with the French Polynesian Boxing champion. It was wonderful to see them all enjoying themselves but taking it very seriously. 

Earlier Amber and Katya had met a girl called Catherine who wanted them to come and play football with her so we wondered down the street and the girls joined in with the informal game on the dock, kicking a very worn ball along the concrete and up against a large rock wall.

The villagers seem very family orientated and friendly, coming to introduce themselves. One man who had just arrived off a boat counted how many we were and gave us five fresh baguettes which we devoured being the first fresh bread we had had for a month and boy was it good.

The water here is a beautiful shade of blue, crystal clear and quite the perfect temperature: enough to be refreshing but not too warm like the sea of Cortez. We swam about the boat looking at the wonderful scenery.

 

 

 

The Passage to the Marquesas Islands

We raised the anchor in La Cruz at around noon on the 14^th March having waited for the afternoon thermal to build in the bay that would give us some wind to get to the ocean winds. We had a combination of feelings: sadness at leaving friends and Mexico behind us, nervousness about our first long distance Ocean passage and excitement about the new experiences ahead but it was good to be on our way after many months of preparations.

The passage is almost exactly 2700 nautical miles from La Cruz to Hiva Oa in the Marquesas and if we are lucky we might get close to that number but it all depends on where the winds are and how much tacking and jybing we have to do along the way which will lengthen our trip. I had engaged the services of Bob McDavitt, a New Zealand Weather router, who would provide his thoughts on the best route to the islands to maximize the winds and to provide a backup if any nasty weather arose which we might not pick up on.  Having studied the route and the weather patterns along the way I had mentally split the trip into 4 sections: The first section was to get offshore through the light wind areas that are effected by the Pacific High pressure systems and to the NE trade winds that blow constantly nearer the equator. The second section is to sail through the NE trade winds to a point SW of our departure point at which we will cross the lighter wind section of the ITCZ (Inter Tropical Convergence one). The third section is crossing the lighter winds of the ITCZ to another chosen point where one hopes to pick up the SE trade winds that run south of the equator then the final section being the SE trade wind run to our destination. Sounds simple but there is a lot of guesswork and hope that the route that has been chosen has enough wind but not too much wind. Each section has its own idiosyncrasies.

Section 1. to The NE Trades.  

The weather for this section of the journey is dominated by the effects of the Pacific High pressure system which at this time of the year is trying to establish itself, develop and generally move northwards. The Pacific high dominates the weather pattern for pretty much the whole of the west coast of the United states and northern Mexico in the spring and summer and once established provides north to north east winds. The theory goes that when the Pac High establishes you take the N/NE winds and use them to drive you south west to reach the NE trade winds that run along the northern equator but there are a couple of things to think about and the main item being the effect of land and the systems which develop over it often sucking any wind out of the Pac High and then there is the guessing if the high has actually established or is it just a temporary build up of high pressure. Some people like to wait until late March / early April before they depart ensuring a higher chance of getting winds whilst others leave earlier taking a chance with the desire to have more time in the Marquesas Islands and beyond. We fall into the later camp. 

We studied the weather files on ZYGRIB and it looked like there was a weather window developing for Monday the 14^th March. It was less than ideal with an area of low winds showing up after a few days that might mean we would be wallowing about for days but we decided to take a chance as there would be no guarantee that a week later or even two weeks later it would be any better.

We said our goodbyes to all our friends in La Cruz, most of whom we would not see again and some we would be meeting up in a few weeks. We vacated the slip that we had been in for some 3 months and moved out to the anchorage so that we could get some acclimatization to the movement of the boat and do the last minute preparations before heading offshore. I studied the weather one last time and made the decision that we would be leaving tomorrow. 

All our provisions were safely stowed and other items tied down so as not to be thrown about by the movement of the boat on the crossing. We raised the dinghy on to the foredeck and lashed it down and double secured the kayaks, which are on the cabin tops.

D-Day had arrived and we waited for the thermal build-up of winds in Banderas bay to occur which would enable us to get out of this beautiful bay and like clockwork it occurred at midday. Alison and the boys from Kanta Anae rowed out to us to say goodbye which was a lovely gesture and much appreciated. We raised the anchor, set the sails and headed down the bay. After about 4 miles the winds developed nicely on the beam and we set a course for our first waypoint. We were doing 6.5 knots and we all had smiles on our faces.

We sailed into our first night with a quarter waxing moon, calm seas and Jude and I started our 3 hrs on 3hr off watch. By dawn we had covered 157 miles the winds were lighter and we had 13 squid on deck and 10 flying fish.

By mile 345 we were in the light wind zone predicted by the Grib files and we were pretty much stationary. We waited to see if the winds picked up but they did not. An amazing sunset wowed us all.

 

 

The winds were still light to non-existent in the morning so we decided to use some of our fuel quota. Before we left I decided to allocate an amount of fuel to each section of the journey so that we don’t use too much on this journey. For each leg we allocated 25 hrs and we would have approx 15 hrs in reserve.

For the next couple of days the winds were 7-10 knots from the north to north west keeping our apparent wind forward of the beam and speed 6knots plus. Boobies, of the bird variety, tried to land on our mast and a couple successfully hitched a ride with us on our solar panels.

By the 19^th March, 5 days after leaving La Cruz I believe we found the NE trade winds. We had covered about 700 miles 140 of which were under motor, pretty much as predicted.

Section 2    

NE Trade wind section

The winds and seas were steady from the North to North east 12-15 Knots but the seas were confused, no nice rolling ocean swell at 15 seconds. This made the sailing a little frustrating as aiming to sail downwind (SW) the sails flogged with the wind angle greater than 150 degrees so we decided to head a little west to keep wind in the sails and stop the annoying flogging of the main and head sail. We tried just a poled out Genoa but still the sail flogged. By sailing more west we would add more miles to the journey.

Over the next couple of days the winds built and so did the seas. A steady 20 knots, 25 knots and 10-15 foot confused seas made for quite an uncomfortable ride. We reefed the sails to add a bit of control. As we approached the evening of the 21^st we saw a large dark gray cloud ahead of us. We prepared for rain. As we entered the cloud it was like entering a different world, the visibility diminished, the winds increased and the seas became larger and more turbulent. We reduced sail again. We waited to exit the cloud but for the next three days we were locked in this alternate world. You know when you are at the top of a tall building people tell you not to look down, well people should say to sailors in rough weather don’t look behind you in following seas. When looking back in these conditions I compared it to looking to the top of a mogul hill. How could it seem up-hill? The water was white with streaks cascading down, seas came from behind and on our quarter, waves seemingly trying to reach into the cockpit like desperate white hands. Several times we had waves board the boat and water came into the cockpit. We had the weather boards in the companion way so as to prevent water going into the cabin. We surfed down the waves and at one point reaching a new all-time record for Sarita of 12.6 knots. (last record was 10.6 knots heading under the Bay bridge into San Francisco in 2011) Sometimes the angle was such that we slid sideways down the wave and at the bottom we hit waves and water covered our aft deck. Through all this the rain came down and the light was poor. Quite “exciting”. I have to award Jude a medal for her actions during these few days as she went on as usual and at one point as we were side-sliding down one of these steep 20 foot waves I looked down below and saw here making a vegetable soup from scratch, frying vegetables. Quite remarkable. Through all this Amber and Katya chatted away, watched movies and listened to music, almost oblivious to what was going on around us.    

We eventually came out of this other world on the evening of the 23^rd. The winds lightened to 14 knots and we saw blue skies. We sighed with relief and so did Geeves, our autopilot who stopped working as if saying I have had enough. Jude and I looked at each other as I took over the steering thinking that we were under half way and the prospect of hand steering 24hrs a day in weather like we just had was not a great thought but we had no choice, going back was not an option. We tried to continue our three hour watches but Jude found that 3 hrs was too hard, and so did I, so we reduced the watches to 1 hr on 1 hr off.  Geeves! Geeves! Come back please we will not be so hard on you.

In my off watch time I tried to fix the head unit of the autopilot but it seems that water managed to enter the unit and create a short. I emailed friends back in La Cruz to see if they could find a work around from the manufacturer and order a replacement for our arrival in the Marquesas. It’s great to have some wonderful people trying to help.

We continued on, exhausted particularly on the night watches, sometimes it was almost impossible to wake up after only an hour of sleep to resume duties but on we had to go. In the end we decided to heave to (stop sailing) and get 4 hours of sleep before resuming. The prospect of continuing this for another 3 weeks was not something I wanted to think about. We hoped that we would not have to go through another gale at night as this would be very hard to manage.  In our off watches, only an hour at a time, we continued our other duties, Jude keeping us fed and watered, me downloading weather, keeping the batteries charged and making water.  

By the evening of the 26^th I believe we had reached the northern limit of the next section, crossing the ITCZ and it was time to head more south having been heading more west up until this point.

Section 3 – Crossing the ITCZ to reach the SE Trade winds.

This section was one I was not particularly looking forward to as predictions were for light to variable winds, making for slower progress when we really wanted to get to our destination, and this area is known for its squalls which bring heavy rain and high winds. Great! Just what we need, a greater challenge.

On the afternoon of the 27^th we hit our first squall. We saw it on the horizon, turned the radar on and saw it was about 5 miles wide and about 20 miles long. We tried to wait and go around it but it soon engulfed us. Winds built to 35knots, rain lashed down and the seas built becoming streaked with white water. I put my foul weather gear on and, the rest of the crew went below and we put all the weather boards in the companion way to prevent water entering the cabin. We ran as much across the waves trying to escape the system, we had a shred of head sail out but were still making 7 knots. It was quite exciting and if I was not concerned that this might last through the night and another day I would have enjoyed it but being exhausted the prospect of hand steering for 12hrs straight was daunting to say the least. Thankfully our first major squall lasted about one hour before we popped out into the dwindling light of dusk, the winds lightened and the seas almost immediately calmed. We continued sailing until 4am when we hove-to for 4 hours to catch up on sleep.

The following day the winds lightened for the first time in quite a while, a sure sign we were in the ITCZ. I downloaded the weather files and they did not look encouraging, light winds all the way to the Marquesas. Could our passage extend to over thirty days? Possibly especially if we heave-to every night to catch up on sleep.

I decided that as we were pretty sure we were in the ITCZ or the doldrums we could start using our next quota of fuel so when the winds were below 4 knots we motored to find wind. Most of the time we found some wind in an hour or two and started sailing again. We encountered a few more squalls which we picked up on the radar and were more confident of our abilities for each new one we encountered but still we hoped not to encounter on in the dead of night.

On the 31^st March we crossed the equator a major physical and mental milestone for us. The mental one being the more important as this signaled an approach to the final leg of the trade winds. We toasted Neptune with a bottle of bubbly, the girls dressed up in home made masks and made me a crown. It was a beautiful day, with light winds but we were making good speed in calm seas. Over the next couple of days we drifted, sailed and did a bit of motoring.

Section 4 – The SE Trades to our destination.

The weather files still looked depressing – light winds of less than 10 knots aft the beam all the way to the Marquesas for the foreseeable future but by the evening of the 1^st April the SE winds started to build and with them a current of up to 2 knots with us! With the wind on our beam we started to make good progress although at times the seas were very confused with a large cross swell knocking us sideways every few minutes. During the day these were OK as we could see them coming but at night they surprised us. At the start of our hand steering we found night sailing particularly difficult, how to keep a course. Sound easy right, focus ahead, follow a star or a cloud but when the skies are black and nothing can be seen, Jude and I found that our brains told us we were spinning in circles. Add sloppy, rolling seas to this and it made it really frustrating and exhausting. It took a while to master a technique but we ended up pretty much using the compass and checking our heading every few minutes. If there were stars to follow then great but quite often they vanished behind clouds and we were back to the compass. Getting comfortable when hand steering was also hard, we each had our own positions and methods to make our watch more comfortable.

Slowly the seas became more stable and the winds more steady but still we had squalls with heavy rain and winds up to 30knots but we could see these coming on the radar and we prepared for their arrival.

As the winds lightened and the seas became more stable Amber was able to help us on more of the watches and what a godsend that was. Suddenly we had two hours off several times a day and eventually Amber shared a couple of night watches.

Different milestones were important to the moral of everybody, we wanted this trip over. Every 100 miles was celebrated and when the Distance to destination fell below 1,000 miles then 500 miles our spirits lifted.

On the evening of the 6^th April, as the sun set we finally spotted land away in the distance, not our destination but of Hiva Oa but it still signaled that the end of this leg of the journey was in sight. We decided that we would all sail through the night and not heave to and sleep, we knew we would be exhausted on arrival but we would be able to sleep. As darkness fell the chartplotter teasingly showed us that we would be arriving in 14 hours time, that was just 4 watches each, but as darkness fell so did the winds and our speed, the time to our arrival extending as the small hours of the night approached. 14 hrs hung there through the night. With dawn came the sight of our destination Fatu Hiva, the most majestic and welcoming sight I have ever seen. We knew we could rest, stand upright, have a cold beer, gin and tonic eat normally and step on land.

At just after 12pm La Cruz time, 7:30am local time we dropped the anchor on Fatu Hiva having circled the anchorage to find a suitable spot that was not too deep. We celebrated, laughed, hugged each other and congratulated each other on reaching our destination. 3014 nautical miles in 24 days.

If I had been told before we had departed that we would have to hand steer the boat over 1700 miles in challenging conditions, there would have been no hesitation in deciding not to leave but now I am almost glad we did it. We have all learnt so much, not only sailing but what we can take. Not once did our tempers fray, yes we had many moments or exhaustion and despair at the task ahead but we remained positive and got on with the job. I can now berate myself for not having a spare autopilot system. Its not that I did not think about buying one, I have done so many times over the past few years but I could not bring myself to pay the $5,000 plus for a complete new system. Now of course I would have gladly paid that price plus more, and I probably will have to as the cost of getting a new system out to one of the remotest islands in the world does not come cheaply. Lesson learned.

Now we can enjoy this wonderful paradise which from first sight is beyond comprehension and explanation but that will come later for now I will be drink, be merry and SLEEP, oh will I sleep!               

In summary.

The planned route was for 2710 nautical miles but we ended up doing 3014 nautical miles. Some of this extra mileage is due to a change of plan and wanting to head more west before crossing the ITCZ as it appeared to be narrower but also wanting to stay in the NE trades longer rather than the variable winds and squall zone just north of the equator. We also decided not to sail directly downwind as the sails flogged badly in the high seas so we had to jybe our way down the course line. I believe that some of the extra distance should be attributed to our hand steering as we found it almost impossible to stay within 5 degrees of the course so we made a continuous “S” course along the route, perhaps adding 10-15% of distance. Our overall time was extended mainly due to our heaving-to each night to get some sleep but also to our action of having reduced sail most of the way after Geeves failed so as to reduce the effort to steer the boat. 

I think the weather and seas conditions were a little different than expected. The NE trades were not the nice downwind sleigh ride we had been led to believe but the seas were confused and uncomfortable. The ITCZ section was pretty much as predicted and if anything much fewer light winds but we must have been lucky. The SE trade wind section was so much better than the NE trade wind section, although there were some contrary seas at the beginning the winds were more steady, as predicted 15knots and more on the beam than aft the beam making for a more comfortable direct sail.

Landfall

We are pleased to announce that as or 17:24 UTC we made landfall in Fatu Hiva, Marquesas, French Polynesia. 10.27S 138.40W. We sailed through the night and at dawn the light revealed our wonderful destination ahead of us, the most majestic sight I have ever seen. After 3014 nautical miles in 23 days, 23 hrs and 24 minutes at sea it is great to drop the anchor, be able to stand straight and enjoy a cooling swim in these wonderful waters. More on our arrival later but for now we need to sleep, drink and be merry.

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Day 21. Position 04.00S 133.59W. We are hopefully out of the doldrums having only motored for two half days, or 24 hrs in total, which is pretty lucky I think. All the forecasts have shown for light winds of 7 knots or less for this next part of the passage but for the past three days we have seen 10-15 knots right on the beam which make for great sailing conditions to cover some ground. To help that we also have a knot of current going with us and at times we have made 9 knots, speed over ground. We are just hoping that these winds will last all the way to the Islands which are now less than 450 nautical miles away. Despite the improving sailing conditions we are still stopping overnight to get some rest so we are doing 1 hr on 1 hr off from about 7am until 2-4am then heaving-to for 3-5 hours. Since the conditions have improved Amber has been helping us on some of the watches and this now means that we can get 2 hours off which is amazing, we can sleep. The fresh food has pretty much gone but Jude had pre prepared some great meal before we left and we are consuming those before we head on to the tinned foods but we might be lucky enough to make land fall. Looking forward to smelling land and not the inside of a hot, sticky and sweaty boat which smells like the boys locker room at school.

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Day 18. Yesterday was a bit of a milestone for as as we crossed the equator into the southern hemisphere and we enter another phase of the journey, that of light winds. We have had everything so far: perfect conditions, downwind sailing, upwind sailing, sailing in gales, squalls and now we have the light wind section. It is a little frustrating, sometimes enough wind to make good speed in the right direction and then it changes to poor speed in the wrong direction. Difficult choices then have to be made, do we sail on in the slightly wrong direction or do we pull everything down and drift? Either way this section is probably going to be the longest in time, possibly 10 days or more to cover the final 750 miles.

Jude was on the helm yesterday and I was lying down in the cockpit looking at our trail. I decided to change the fishing lure which had been on the line for over a week with no success. I put on the Mexican Flag lure, known to be effective and then sat back and watched it skip across the surface. Within a couple of minutes I thought I saw a black fin come up behind it and then drop down again, then it came up again. Clearly something was stalking the lure. I thought it was a tuna and went to the rod and eased it forward and then dropped the line back in a hope to drop it back into the mouth of the fish. Sure enough the fish took the bait. Well did that real scream or what as the line went out at a blistering rate. I put some more torque on the reel to slow the line going out but still it went and then the fish, which I knew was big, leapt out of the water, it was a Marlin and probably 200-300 lbs if not more. It leapt into the air several times trying to dislodge the hook. I had no chance. This rod was my Alaskan salmon rod with 80 test line and it snapped the second time the Marlin performed its aerobatics. We watched the Marlin continue to leap into the air clearly relieved that it had escaped and to be honest so was I. Yes it would have been nice to have some fresh Marlin but there is no way we could have eaten or stored all of it and it would have been interesting getting a fish of that size onboard. Fun all the same.