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Our first day in Tonga was what we called The Waiting Day. Having successfully negotiated the Tongan Customs, we were offered a taxi which we turned down, because our package deal included being met by our hosts from Atata Island. It soon became evident that they were not there, when everyone had gone except one taxi driver who took us under his wing, although we were insisting that we had no Tongan money, and in any case we had paid for our transportation. The taxi driver took us to the Inte... Read More
Go and take a look at the iron pyrites clay, they told us. Iron pyrites clay? Who wants to look at that! Well, they had never put us wrong before, and they live here, we don’t, so let’s go an see this iron pyrites clay! Hey, come back here and get a hat, you can’t go out in that sun without hats on! The Old Salt always wore his Captain’s hat. Three of us borrowed one. The Old Salt for some reason known only to himself, was running around barefooted, and we had to walk for mil... Read More
Great Barrier Island used to be regarded as the “back of beyond” that could only be reached after a long sea voyage, and there was nothing there when you got there. Modern transportation soon fixed that. Our arrival at Port Fitzroy proved that the whole world had not only heard of the place, they had arrived there in their thousands. Well, hundreds. Boats of every description and size littered the harbour, from little tin tubs to majestic multi-storey skite-boats. This was an exciting po... Read More
A few weeks after the Old Salt’s launch, Popeye, was damaged on the rocks, it had to go for repair. The propeller shaft was bent, and although the boat could still be used to a limited extent, it wasn’t in perfect condition. The Old Salt was very old, just a tiny little man with a whopping personality and charisma, and he had a lfetime of boat-building behind him. Many of the deep-sea big game fishing boats in New Zealand’s favourite fishing spot at the Bay of Islands in Northland, were... Read More
We were members of the local Sports Club. I had never imagined that I would join a sports club. I believed myself to be the least athletically-gifted person in the world. I had a host of unpleasant memories in connection with my enforced participation in a variety of sports, such as basketball (now called netball), softball, running, and all other field events. All my life I had deliberately dodged any kind of sporting activity. Then I met sports-mad Lyn, who was a former rugby rep, former ju... Read More
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