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Pétanque and a haircut anyone? As a May Day treat, Chez Jimmy's Jimmy sold us some doughnuts, treated us to beer and a game of pétanque. Fortunately, John (half the crew of our long-term coronavirus-isolation neighbours) pre-warned us about Jimmy's boule throwing...

Return to Vaiatahu We dodged a bullet leaving when we did. Because of coronavirus concerns, the Fatu Hiva locals told the crews of all the boats in their anchorages to leave and to go to Hiva Oa; the vessels in Hiva Oa had to stay put, and some boats were told to go...

Back to the Bay of Virgins I'd heard it's possible to buy a hand-crafted ukulele on Fatu Hiva, so I wanted to go back there. Maria wasn't so keen, but on 14th March the wind came around to an ideal direction - she acquiesced - and off we went. The sailing gods were...

Boatyard Reunion After a few days tolerating fumes and nakedness, we moved to the bay next door - Vaitahu. We heard that the place is worth a walk ashore and that wi-fi is in plentiful supply if you hand over 500 francs to Jimmy of Chez Jimmy's fame. So, just half an...

Tuahata bound After a few hectic days of fixing, painting and cleaning, launch day arrived. And on 3rd March we said au revoir to Vincent and Maria and their MMS boatyard. Lady Jane was lifted up onto the tractor's trailer and trundled down the rocky road to the...

Getting close to nature After six weeks in the UK catching up with family, friends, doctors, dentists, shops, chandlers and computer fixers (and a few days in LA on the way back), we are about to plop Lady Jane in the water to restart our sailing adventures.    For...

Hanga Roa Four hours after leaving Tahiti, our Latam aircraft gently descended onto the tarmac at Hanga Roa Airport, Easter Island. And a few minutes after that, we joined the rest of the herd in the small immigration area to have our papers checked. Then, after...

Back to Baie Tahauku Mindful of our past trauma at Baie Tahauku, we parked Lady Jane at the opposite side of the bay. The holding here was just as bad, but it presented a change of scenery and some entertainment from the canoe teams, who were practising for their main...

The laptop is dead. Long live the laptop As a likely consequence of heat exhaustion, overwork, humidity or general abuse, my MacBook has given up the will to live. Despite numerous attempts at bringing it back to life, it remains as unresponsive as a politician asked...

Good timing Well, that was good timing. Not only did we arrive in Fakarava in time to grab the last mooring buoy, but we also discovered the fuel station (after a long wait for a licence) is now in the business of selling duty-free fuel. And, if that were not enough...