We’re currently on passage to Tahiti. Hirifa was quite the happening anchorage. Fakarava was fun, but it’s time for another prenatal appointment and to get the lay of the land on the most populous island in the country.

Yesterday started with removing our mainsail and putting on our old sail. We had to do this as the sail still isn’t fitting properly, and needs to be remeasured and sent back. Unfortunately the sail we removed was already a warranty replacement, which makes this whole ordeal thoroughly exhausting.

We had a leisurely lunch with Lorien, coffee with Champagne and then a small provisioning trip into town. I stopped at the grocery store where I bought nearly all my beer, and had a brief chat thanking her for the beer and saying that we were departing. She kindly said she’d see me when we returned to Fakarava.

We rushed to get the groceries back to the boat, as we wanted too get the perishables in the fridge as quickly as we could. Then came the arduous task of getting the boat ready for a 240 mile passage. I ran trash to shore, put the outboard up and packed the lazarettes. We hoisted our tender into the deck. I stowed the dinghy we intend to sell, which was above deck and blocking a hatch. I spent some serious time and frustration in the v-berth organizing it for the passage.

Then it was time for cooking up dinner with plenty of leftovers for the next couple days. Margot made a copious amount of rice and beans. I made [speedy wraps][speedy wraps] which are the closest thing I can make that approximate tortillas. We ate, watching our one episode of star trek deep space nine and promptly fell asleep: we were both very weary.

We’re no too sure what to expect—people tend to have extremely strong feelings about Tahiti.