August 23, 2013
After crossing the central lagoon, we made a left turn and passed through an area of rock islands. The space opened back up again, revealing an area large enough for several boats to anchor.
On one side were the low green hills of the main island and a small beach. Everywhere else, surrounding and enclosing the anchorage, were rock islands in all shapes: pyramids, mushrooms and flying saucers. Some of these islands were hardly more than large rocks, while others were large enough to have their own beach. It was one of the weirdest, and most beautiful places we’ve ever seen.
While there was room in the middle of the anchorage, I was enchanted by the little islands. Rich indulged me by going next to one to anchor, in only 10 feet of water. I grabbed the camera and started taking the first of what would be thousands of pictures during our time here.
Tomorrow we would need to hike over the hill to the village to perform a sevusevu ceremony, but for today all we needed to do was drink some wine and gape at our surroundings. –Cyndi
