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I have not been consistent about posting photos, but I've posted many on several occassions. And, I've been exhausted by the heat and work, too. At any rate, here are some photos of people and things up to the day that we leave for Rarotonga.

Our old ship mate from the original Pacific crossing gave us this clock. The actual clock is repaired, but we forgot to bring it! We felt that placing the "Chip Clock" in its place was fitting.

Conni and I took an afternoon off earlier in our schedule, having seen only the inside of the rental car, our room, and the boat. We drove around the north end of the island and through a "short cut" through the mountains. It's lush and beautiful.

They're growing pineapples! We've not seen them before other than on a Moorea Experimental Farm.

To prevent the ladder to the boat from damaging our new (and terribly expensive) varnish job, we supported the top of the ladder with line. It proved quite effective.

Lovely Conni gazes at the varnish job from the ground.

Lovely Conni poses in front of Wings a few days before launch. We arrive early and depart late, as you can see.

Proof that a wrench can puncture a brass fitting. This mistake, inadvertant as it was, caused a lot of problems.

This is our best effort to fabricate a working propane system. The "bouchon", or cap, that we found is on the bottom of the left-hand end.

Nick, the owner's son and second-in-command, cuts it close as he moves Wings to the launch.

Dominique and Lovely Conni watch as Wings heads for the water. Dominique is the big boss.

A full moon over sailboats in Uturoa harbor.

A paraglider lands on the wharf as a full moon backlights boats in the harbor. I had watched the glider from his inital leap off of nearby mountain.

The only evening meal that we've eaten out of the boat is this roulotte meal of steak frites: a seasoned steak over a mound of fries. MAN...was it great!

50 Francs: about 50 cents US for a baguette. I love the presentation but hate that people feel compelled to feel each one.

Polynesians have a sweet tooth, and love color.

After being forced to stay the day out on the wharf, Wings is almost ready to depart. I've had to lock the fuel jugs, unfortunately. Those huge rubber fenders badly stained the hull and we'll have to work to remove them.

The only Wifi is about a mile from the boat, and we traipse over to look at weather and such.
Here, Lovely Conni is paying bills and watching weather for our crossing.




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