PHOTO GALLERIES
2009 South Pacific
The cruising we are doing now is off the beaten track for sure – these small islands are 100s of miles from neighboring islands and 1000s of miles from any continent. To get to an international airport would require about three days and nights of sailing barring any weather complications. Probably this is as remote as we will ever be in our past and future cruising life.
The largest of the motus, Anchorage Island, is just to the right of the entrance passage, and here is where the so-called warden, John, and his family are headquartered. Other than that one family, Suwarrow is totally uninhabited and holds a unique status as the Cook Islands’ only national park. Theoretically the park is open only 5 months of the year from June 1 – November 1. Then the warden and his family head back to big city life on Rarotonga for the rest of the year.
We politely checked in with John on the day of our arrival. He is an ex-cop from “Raro” and welcomed us with a tough attitude and a big list of rules – but soon revealed himself to be rather comical and quite entertaining as he recounted memorable episodes from his five seasons as park warden. His wife is very friendly and outgoing and giggled often during his diatribe, and their four boys hung out on the outskirts, curious and friendly. On an average Suwarrow hosts some 100 yachts per season, but for the 2009 season we are the first and so far the only yacht in the lagoon, which turns out to be a big advantage as John is willing to let us explore on our own, rather than accompanying us on all ventures (to be sure we mind the rules) which is the standard practice when several yachts are here at a time.
A host of small black tipped reef sharks have gathered about Raven, identical to their counterparts in Penrhyn. We spent some time mock-fishing them – tying a tuna head to a rope (no hook) and letting the little sharks grab onto it, as tenacious as Jack Russell terriers when they grab hold with their jaws and don’t let go. We’ve done some snorkeling (including at John’s favorite spot just off the shores of Entrance Island) and a drift out the pass on the outgoing tide, holding onto the dinghy and getting towed along for the ride. However a number of smaller grey sharks eventually were attracted to our dinghy and we declined to join them in the water.
Among the bird life here are fairy terns, delicate snow-white seabirds with huge black eyes. When we hike ashore, they circle around us and then hover in mid-air to inspect us more thoroughly. The photos I shot of them were with my camera still encased in its underwater housing – some 13.5 pounds of equipment all told to heft into the air and try to focus on the flitting birds!
We have plans to go fishing with hook and line from the dinghy at some point to fill our freezer with fish, but so far it hasn’t happened. We have captured some wild green coconuts, however! Last evening we watched as John and his entire family headed out to the pass – they caught three rainbow runners for their dinner. They have no refrigerator or freezer, so dinner is what they catch on the day! At sunset the boys come out to the end of the pier and lower the Cook Island flag down the flagpole to the sound of three long blows on a shell horn. Our evening entertainment consists of viewing (and photographing) the stupendous sunsets and our never-ending quest to spot the elusive Green Flash.