Leaving Woleai was a bitter sweet experience… This would one of our last "South Pacific" islands to visit and we knew it would be an experience that we would compare many islands to in the future, but we had to move on. Very few islands left a deep impression on us and the friendliness of Woleai definitely was one of them.
We set sail with intention to sail strait to Sorol Island 220 miles to the west but the shifting winds had other plans for us. The wind was predicted to be easterly at 15 knots on the weather report but shifted a little more north and intensified to 25 knots. With winds of this force Downtime moves between 8 and 9 knots and at that speed we would arrive at 7-8 pm and just after dark. Our choice was to turn north to Ulithi or try to slow way down to be able to arrive during daylight at Sorol. We decided to head north and set a course that would get us to Ulithi by the following morning after sailing 280 miles and two nights at sea.
Sailing during our first day we only had one line get hit but the fish did not take the bait. I put the lines back out at sunrise on the second day and we drug them all day before we had any takers. But, when the fish did finally show they came in force and all 4 lines were screaming with a mahi on them! Somehow we managed to get them all aboard before the shark that was following us took a bite out of any of them. I seen his dark shadow going after one of our fish but Daria must have been reeling too fast for him to sink his teeth in.
All that wind we had been having kicked up quite a swell by the second day and we were feeling the effects of the big waves pounding against Downtime. It is a great feeling at the end of a passage to see your destination appear on the horizon. The first thing you see is coconut trees, the highest points on the islands appear on the horizon at about 10 miles out. As you get closer you start picking up the island itself and the waves crashing on the reefs around them.
Ulithi is the 4th largest atoll in the world and is 20 miles long and 8 miles wide with a giant lagoon in the middle surrounded by small islands. This atoll is where the US navy staged over 600 ships to make the final assaults of WW2. Most of the islands spread around the atoll are small and uninhabited and just a few of the larger ones are inhabited with less than 200 people living on them. The exception of Falalop which has a high school and airport and about 600 people.
With the winds still blowing strong we were looking for and anchorage with protection from the strong NE winds but only a few islands in the entire atoll provided that. The first one was Fassarai which is located on the lower south east side of the atoll. The island is just over a mile long and you have to anchor 200 yards off shore to stay out of the coral heads. The anchorage is rolling at high tide from the waves wrapping around the island but the holding is good.
We no sooner had the anchor set and we were hailed on the radio by Martin on the island. We told him we would be ashore after we settled in to say hello. An hour later a guy name Pive came by and gave us a few coconuts and also welcomed us ashore.
We went ashore later that afternoon and were met by 8 or 9 men sitting under the men's house next to the church. The seen was much different than at the last islands and nobody was drinking tuba. Apparently the chief of this entire atoll banned the making and drinking of the stuff and everyone was just sitting around chewing bettle nut. Everyone warmly welcomed us to their island and Pive then took us on a tour of the rest of the island and to the school to meet the kids.
As always the kids were happy to see us as we gave our gifts to them. The elementary school only has about 30 kids and the entire village has less than 100 people.
What they did have that they were proud of was solar power! The whole village was given a solar station and underground connections to each home by the EU several years ago. Each home gets enough power to run a small fridge and lighting for just a few dollars a month. This was an impressive setup with over 150 solar panels feeding a huge battery bank. Power is limited to the basics and air conditioning is not allowed.
All the water they drink is collected from rooftops and stored in cisterns since the groundwater is too salty to drink. The breadfruit and banana trees seem to grow just fine though as well as the taro plants.
After our tour we met the men back at the men's house to see what else was going on this week. We met Martin who had hailed us on the radio and who was also one of the sons of the chief that had recently passed away and is acting chief of this island.
Naturally Daria asked about coconut crab! Martin told us his family owned the islands 7 miles across the lagoon and if we took him and a few guys over there he would be happy to catch us a some. Well that sounded like a plan to me and we told him we would meet him in the morning for a crab catching adventure.
The next morning we met Martin at the village along with Jaymin and Luciano, two very good crab catchers and we loaded into SD for the bash across the lagoon. The winds were still blowing strong and the waves toward the west side were 3 to 4 feet and I was soaked by the time we arrived at the island. We dropped the guys off at the island and Daria and I went out to the edge of the reef and went for a snorkel. With an off shore wind the ocean was nice and calm and we saw lots of interesting fish and even a sneaky moray eel and several sharks.
After about an hour we went back to the island and found the guys who were having a little trouble finding the coconut crabs. They did manage to find a few and decided to give the next island a try. The tide had fallen sine we had been here and now we found ourselves dodging coral heads on our way across the shallow pass between the islands. We wound up getting out of the boat and walking to the island while Jaymin walked the boat through the shallows. Daria went along the shore and took pictures while I went into the jungle with the guys to find crab.
The creatures live in holes any where they can burrow into the ground. So the first thing is to find the pile of dirt they dug out and then see if the entrance to the hole is open or closed. Closed holes mean someone is home and then you start probing the ground with a stick to see where he is at. They are usually not deep and when you find a soft spot you start digging to find them. When you get lucky you find a nice size crab and you grab him by the top of the body and make sure you watch out for the powerful claws that can take a finger off!
Luciano is a seasoned professional and can tell just by looking at the size of the hole just how big the crab is and if he is there or not. The ones that are there are dug up and bound in less that 5 minutes and he off to find the next one.
We wound up with 7 nice sized crabs and called it a good morning and headed back to Downtime for a fresh a mahi lunch. It was Darias turn on the way back to catch the waves on the windward side as I stayed dry. She did not care though she had a sack full of her most favorite food in the world - coconut crab!
Daria was more than happy to feed these guys lunch for all their hard work, a fair trade for all those crabs. I asked the guys what they needed in trade and dug into the fishing tackle and "hooked" them up with a bunch of new gear. Next they asked if I had any rum?…well they do drink!! Just not tuba? I broke out a bottle of Bounty Rum from Fiji and warned them to be careful and the rest is history! Soon after the rum disappeared they were happily dancing to their favorite band CCR on the back of Downtime.
Jaymin eyed my ukulele that I just bought in Majuro and asked if he could play it? I replied: Can you? I brought it to him and he tuned it and began playing. I have to admit this was much more music than this instrument had ever played since my learning to play was short lived. Then he boldly asked if he could have it and I told him why not since I would never learn to play. This made two people very happy, Jaymin and Daria, who would not have to listen to me practice and longer!
It was quite a day and later that afternoon we went ashore to bid our fare wells since we would be leaving in the morning. I have to say this is the third island in a row where we really made a connection with the people and had such a wonderful experience. You can tell this is a place where everyone shares and you could also tell everything they had they would gladly give to help someone out. Lucianos daughter gave Daria a beautiful necklace with over 100 tiny shells woven in a beautiful design.
Thanks to Martin, Luciano and Jaymin for an amazing day!
We headed north in the morning fighting the north winds the whole way, it took us 3 hours to make just 12 bumpy miles to the next island of Asor. This was another small island in the top NE side of the atoll and the anchorage was just a rolling at high tide, but beautiful. Again we were met by a few guys that welcomed us ashore and to their island. In the morning we went ashore and met the chief and paid the $40 entry fee. The village was small and about the same size as the last island and we had enough gifts for all the kids on the island. This island also had solar panels and everyone had cheap power available.
What really got my attention of this anchorage was the 2 mile wide reef that the 20 knot NE winds were blowing strait across onshore creating perfect kiting conditions! In the morning we moved Downtime right in the middle of the reef behind a tiny island and got the kite gear out. The conditions were all coming together with enough wind and low tide falling behind a long reef all at one time. I was able to kite 3 hours strait the first day skimming over crystal clear 1-2 foot deep flat water of the reef. The outer reef absorbed the crashing ocean swell just yards away while I glided over the calm inside reef for a mile in either direction. This was by far the best kite spot I had ever enjoyed with 85 degree water and no obstructions to dodge. It is amazing to skim across the reef and see all the fish darting away inches below you! I even saw an occasional shark scooting away wondering no doubt, what was that? On the far side of the reef was another small treeless island just a few feet high and a half mile long that blocked all the waves and had perfectly flat water behind it. The wind blew unobstructed over the island while I kited on glass behind it going as fast as I could just feet from the beach! This never got old and we spent the next two days enjoying this very special reef.
Just to the west is another island, Mogmog, which is known for being very traditional and we went there for church on Good Friday to meet the villagers. The surrounding islands came here for church and everyone was dressed traditionally with the women in lavalava's and the men in Tu's (loincloth). There were not as many flowers as on Woliea though, but I guess there never will be! It is too bad all the services are in the native language…but we did enjoy the warm welcomes of the villagers.
The anchorages in this entire atoll are marginal and it really depends on wind direction where you will be able to safely anchor.
With another week coming to a close it was time to move on and Monday we set sail for Yap, the island where we would finally have the first store to shop at in 6 weeks and would also clear out of Micronesia before we head to Palau.
In our next adventure we will be in Yap, our first chance to shop and to check e-mails in 6 weeks!
Until then, Peace
Pete and Daria
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