Another day in Paradise

In the silent stillness of dawn, I motored out of Bora Bora lagoon headed for Raiatea. The perfect reflections of the few other yachts shimmered in Next Chapter’s passing wake, then stilled once more on the glass like surface. I let the engine run slowly, reluctant to make noise.
Slight pangs of regret pricked as I cleared the south-western reef marker, and that beautiful island started to fade to grey. It would have been so easy to spend a few weeks there just chilling. Taking a break from what feels alike relentless westward progress. Time and tide.
There was just the gentlest of breezes from the northeast as I pointed the bow at Raiatea. Not enough to sail, but I pulled the out genoa anyway and motor-sailed for a half-hour before even that slight breeze grew still. Wind or not, it was a beautiful day, and motoring across the slick surface of the ocean as the sun climbed higher was no hardship. I was surprised by the almost complete absence of sea life. No dolphins or whales, no birds in the air. Such a contrast to the Tuamotus. I trailed a lure in vain hope of catching something for dinner.
At midday, I entered the lagoon through Rautoanui passage, the reef pass on the west coast of Raiatea, which is a simple entry with good leading marks. Half an hour later, I picked up a mooring at CNI boatyard, which is, amongst other things, the rigger I contacted about refitting the halyard for me. Once I had been ashore and checked in with them, ensuring that they would be on the job first thing in the morning, I dropped the mooring and drove around to the eastern side of the island where I filled with fuel. There were no moorings or sensible anchorages close to town, and the day was getting on, so I headed back to CNI. By the time I settled down, darkness was closing in marking the end of another day in paradise.

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Author: A.J.

I have written as far back as I can recall. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends and travelogues to the family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I have been collecting experiences, people, and places. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I have gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates.

2 thoughts on “Another day in Paradise

  1. Lee says:

    I hope you realise I’ve very envious, Alan! 🙂 I’m sorry I’ve not discovered your blog until just now…I’ll do some back-reading to catch up.

    1. Lee says:

      And if you’re ever short of something to read…here’s my blog site…. We’re having beautiful weather up here on the hill at present. Winter was extremely mild…about three days of chilly weather, at most. Take good care.


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