After a few days the swell started making its way into Ponusia Bay. At the same time, we knew that Laewe and her relatives were planning on walking back to Potnarvin. M asked them if they might want a ride on Bella Luna – they said that would be great. We couldn’t take them on …
We left Dillons Bay for a little anchorage that we hoped would be a bit calmer – Ponusia Bay. The sail was fairly craptastic – everything banging around, the Smalls left all the hatches unlocked on the port side ceiling, I left the one above my pillow unlocked. Wet, wet, wet. Gah, gah, gah. Small …
Travel makes me fickle. On arrival in Tanna I was fairly certain I could dump everything and live there for a year in my own hut, tending my own garden, beachcombing and cadging an occasional ride into Lenakel. However, after being knocked out by food poisoning for three days, and then having seriously contemplating leaving …