The Ocaen III - The Son of Ocean (Hiva OA -> Tahuata)

After touching bottom one murky morning in Atuona, we decided it was time to leave. Goodbye industrial park with all of its pleasant drum of dredging equipment and robust unprotectedness. A quick motor sail of 9 miles made all of the difference. Along the way a striking 50-55 foot, ketch rigged, American flagged yacht passed us in all of its glory. It was more than a little bit scary watching it avert an uncomfortable embrace with the cliffs. Not really sure what they were doing, but these guys got swept CLOSE with sails slatting before surging out under engine. We laid anchor in what I would say is the first crystal blue, white beach, prototypically tropical anchorage yet. (this is one of those "enticing stretches of sand", I guess)