09 23.155 S
140 07.701 W
Pretty cool anchorage tucked barely behind a cliff on the 'Poo. A stones throw from the shore, it felt like we were anchored in the wide blue ocean to one side while kissing a hard place to the other. Turned out to be well protected and we had a contemplative time watching the wild goats navigate impossible looking paths on the side of the cliff.
Goodbye Marquesas. I will miss you and we will probably never see each other again, but I gotta go.
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