“Every explorer I have met has been driven—not coincidentally but quintessentially—by curiosity, by a single-minded, insatiable, and even jubilant need to know.”
– Jacques-Yves Cousteau
SOUTH PACIFIC POSSE FLEET UPDATE
2023-07-01
65 Yachts from 13 ensigns are signed up from now until November ’23 they will share up to date information, scout for opportunities and alert each other to threats.
Meet Bennington ( aka Benny – same as she ever was with her amazing garden – note she likes chocolate chop cookies )
David traded a set of knives
Lamen Bay ⚓ 16° 35.773 S 168° 09.893 E 20 ft Epi 🇻🇺 Vanuatu
Land diving is a ritual performed by the men of the southern part of Pentecost Island, Vanuatu. Men jump off wooden towers close to 90 feet high, with two tree vines wrapped around the ankles. Land diving is done by tying vines to each ankle. According to the Guinness World Records, the g-force experienced by those at their lowest point in the dive is the greatest experienced in the non-industrialized world by humans.
The origin of land diving is described in a legend of a woman who was dissatisfied with her husband, . It is sometimes claimed that the woman was upset that her husband was too vigorous regarding his sexual wants, so she ran away into the forest. Her husband followed her, so she climbed a banyan tree.
She tied lianas to her ankles and jumped and survived. Her husband jumped after her, but did not tie lianas to himself, which caused him to plummet and die. Originally, women did it in respect to the original woman who did it, but husbands were not comfortable with seeing their wives in such positions, so they took the sport for themselves, and it gradually changed from trees to specifically designed wooden towers. The men performed the original land diving so that they would not be tricked again.
SY DREAMER 🇺🇸 David & Gerne – Caliber 40lrv’
Londot ⚓ 15° 54.789 S 168° 11.277 E 23 ft Pentecost 🇻🇺 Vanuatu
3) PICTURES OF THE WEEK
Tahanea, Tuamotus 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
Anchorage @ Tahanea, Tuamotus 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
Floating Anchor Chain deployed @ Tahanea, Tuamotus 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
For anyone still in Marquesas or heading there our favorite anchorage was Hanatefau Bay in Tahuata. There is sand and good holding on the north side. The morning light is magical, there are spinner dolphins swimming around the bay most days. Hapatoni village is beautiful and the people are friendly. We got to see a traditional Marquesian performance, pick fruit with a local woman and eat an amazing lunch at her home.
In the next bay up Vaitahu the village is also very nice. We heard it was tough anchoring so we dinghied there. Jimmy a local restaurant owner hosted an awesome cruisers barbecue at his house.
In the first bay valley Baie du Nord there’s a beach and manta rays often come into the anchorage or you can wait just outside the anchorage at sunset in the dinghy or paddle board and you’ll see them.
Marquesas 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
Marquesas 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
Approaching Fatu Hiva, Marquesas 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
Fatu Hiva is absolutely stunning and when we were there some cruisers organized a type of circus acro yoga performance with the village kids that was really sweet.
Marquesas 🇵🇫 French Polynesia
On the north side of Hiva Oa in Baie Hanaiapa there’s a small fresh water pool with a waterfall on a man’s well tended property. He sells fruit & carvings he makes. We met someone who went on a goat hunt with him.
Nawi Island is located in the beautiful Fiji Islands.It will feature an International Superyacht Marina, which will have 132 marina berths, including 21 superyacht slips (up to 85m). The marina has been designed and built up to category 5 cyclone resistance rating.
The South Pacific Posse is planning a get together at Nawi on Sept 2nd 2023. A week before the infamous Musket Cove regatta. Nawi will be offering entertainment, markets, kava tasting and discounts on berths, water sport activities, restaurant & bar orders, with Pacific Posse hosting a Pig on the spit and rum delights.
The fully serviced marina will include “plug in” services through utility pedestals to water, sewerage pump out, power, fuel & gas facilities, plus 24hr security, complimentary Wifi, a.m.o..
16° 46.5716′ S 179° 19.9533′ E – Nawi Island Savusavu 🇫🇯 Fiji
7) UPDATE SUWARROW 🇨🇰 COOK ISLANDS
Island caretakers like Harry Papa’i is back in 2023 with assistant park ranger Teina Vakapora. Together they’re responsible for protecting and managing the environment and wildlife of the island They also act as customs, immigration and biosecurity officers for visiting yachties who help pay for them by way a fee of NZ$50 to anchor in the lagoon. Their home doubles up as the island’s cyclone shelter which has recently been renovated. But the caretakers will never be lonely…they share the island with an estimated one million seabirds!.
“Hello everyone, I just wanted to give everyone an update. Voodoo has just arrived at Suwarrow reef. So prior to arrival in Suwarrow I messaged the officials, they stated that you could not check into the cook islands in Suwarrow, bummer. But we ended up sailing this route anyway bc there were less storms and better winds. We figured we would stop in on hopes we could get in. We heard rumors of offics turning all the arc boats away. The rangers could not be friendlier today and check us in to the cook islands today. We have all official paperwork and everyone was very friendly. So yes you can go to Suwarrow and the rangers will check you in. Safe travels everyone
SY CERULEAN 🇳🇿 Helen & Stephen – Seastream 43 Mk3′
The Coconut War was a conflict that occurred in the early 1980s between two groups on the island of Espiritu Santo in what was then New Hebrides ( Vanuatu) , a condominium jointly ruled by France and the United Kingdom.
Before the conflict, the New Hebrides was administered as a colonial territory jointly by France and the UK. However, the islands had a unique political arrangement where there were two separate administrations for each colonial power, and local chiefs held significant influence in their respective areas.
In the early 1980s, there was growing tension between the French-speaking and English-speaking communities, particularly on the island of Espiritu Santo. The French-speaking community, predominantly located in the southern part of the island, sought independence from the joint colonial rule and proposed a plan for the island to become a separate French territory.
On the other hand, the English-speaking community in the northern part of the island wanted to remain under the joint colonial administration or gain independence as part of a united New Hebrides. They were concerned that becoming a French territory would lead to loss of their land rights and cultural identity.
The Coconut War erupted when the Andrew Christopher Stuart was forced to quell a rebellion by bow-and-arrow-wielding cargo-cult devotees on the eve of independence in July 1980.
The conflict escalated when both communities formed paramilitary groups to assert their demands. The conflict became known as the “Coconut War” due to the prominence of coconut plantations in the region.
Amidst the escalating tensions and fears of a full-scale civil war, the leaders of both communities agreed to a compromise. A new constitution was adopted, and on July 30, 1980, the New Hebrides gained its independence as the Republic of Vanuatu, with a government elected by the people. The name “Vanuatu” was chosen to reflect the nation’s cultural heritage and means “Our Land” in many of the country’s indigenous languages.
The Cargo Cult is another interesting aspect of Vanuatu’s history, particularly during the colonial era. Cargo cults are a phenomenon that emerged in the South Pacific, including Vanuatu, after the arrival of European colonizers and missionaries. These cults were characterized by the belief that the goods and “cargo” brought by the Europeans were gifts from their ancestral spirits or gods.
The origins of the Cargo Cults can be traced back to the late 19th and early 20th centuries when indigenous peoples in Vanuatu and neighboring islands witnessed the vast material wealth and technology possessed by the European colonizers. The indigenous populations often found themselves in awe of the goods, such as manufactured products, clothing, tools, and other commodities, which were vastly different from their traditional ways of life.
To the indigenous people, the sudden appearance of these goods seemed inexplicable and almost magical. They interpreted the arrival of these foreign goods as a sign that their ancestors or gods were rewarding them. Consequently, they developed religious movements, known as Cargo Cults, that centered around the belief that if they performed certain rituals and ceremonies, the gods would provide them with even greater wealth and prosperity in the form of “cargo” from the sky.
These movements often involved the construction of symbolic landing strips, control towers, and mock airplanes made from local materials like bamboo and thatch. The believers would gather at these sites, imitating the behavior of the Europeans they had observed, hoping that their efforts would attract more cargo from the heavens.
The Cargo Cults varied in their beliefs and practices from one region to another and were not limited to Vanuatu but were also observed in other parts of Melanesia and Papua New Guinea.
It’s essential to understand that the Cargo Cults were a response to the drastic changes brought by European colonization and the overwhelming material disparity between the colonizers and the indigenous populations. They were an attempt by the local people to make sense of these changes within their own cultural and spiritual frameworks.
Andrew Christopher Stuart was the last resident commissioner * on Santo, the largest of the 80 islands of the New Hebrides, now Vanuatu in the South Pacific. He arrived there in 1978, with the brief of bringing the islands to independence. That he managed to see this through in the face of a local rebellion and machinations by the French was tribute to his smooth operation under pressure.
(*Resident commissioner was or is an official title of several different types of commissioners, who were or are representatives of any level of government. Historically, they were appointed by the British Crown in overseas protectorates amo)
‘To the USCG, Tahiti Maritime team, and the 21 member crew aboard The Baker Spirit I have gotten to know, thank you. Despite losing everything materialistic in my life, you provided me with a beautiful perspective on life I can only hope offers others seeking the same, a chance to SEE too. It’s worth more than all the funds and savings, I lost. While I am not fully sure what details on the events that took place are known by the public yet or what my options are on arrival, I just wanted to post an official update, long overdue as I now found out too. I am speechless on how much support there is now from my friends groups that were set up and new followers on the social media pages for it all. All I can say is I love you all and look forward to sharing so many more details to the story below, many in person soon too. Forgive me, this is my best effort not to push my private beliefs on anyone, yet at the same time share the unique perspective with facts of what happened as I continued on my ‘See Level’ Expedition. The effort to connect the world in a positive way thru humanity while exploring my own spiritual curiosity thru the solo travel. I believe the dates and times are on point but with the official journal and all other notes now underwater remaining in Smiles, the capsized vessel, possibly still floating, this is the best I can recall. Please excuse the gramatical and spelling error sent from my new phone brought to me on arrival from good friend Jeremy Corum who showed up here in Honolulu, to ID me and offer his support out of his own pocket, like many of you have done .
“Be Brave”, the words I heard in my head and wrote down in my Captains log , understanding that I had now lost total power 7 days ago, May 13th , coordinates being 4.31 south and 117 west, roughly 1600 NM from closest land way point of 7.9 south and 137 west, roughly the Marquises. Now the 21st of May, aside from my gifted fixed Epirb and Personal Locator Beacon with built in batteries for emergency use only, I was left with 13 percent battery life on my iPhone and 5 percent left on my Spot GPS tracker. I had been powering on and off the iPhone for the last 8 days, just to write down my coordinates using the offline Navionics app, and continue to do my best rowing in the blind. Calculating the last 8 days of my progress, it was clear that with roughly 1410 miles remaining I was truly on the sought spiritual pilgrimage. Having read the stories of Moses and the Mount, Noah and the rain, Jesus and the wilderness, and David with Goliath, I too was projected to officially be embarking on a similar 40 days with God, from the Ocean. At least that’s what I had told myself anyway, with nothing to lose other than Sanity. I made the deal with God in my head after calculating the 40 miles a day average and 1600 to go onward since the outage in silence. I could also test my faith, as I was not in need of a rescue at that time and had enough basics to make it 50 days or so at least. Just no devices, no communication instruments, no screen time, no internet, no music, no man-made sounds, nothing. Oh, and no sugar left either, just 40 kilos of rice with a few emergency bars and cans of fish if needed. It was also then, after the first week of no success trying to come up with a fix for the surged solar panels, I powered on my Spot Device again and attempted to quickly check my gps location as well send an official satalite message to my point of contact for the expedition, Chris Martin. Spot had been doing a great job tracking hourly for the months prior, but because the battery power was low, I was turning it on an off now, which took some time to find get on satellite, when and if it did in the short time I kept it on. I mentioned the above in my text and that I did not feel I needed a rescue, but wasn’t able to know my locations much longer and this would be my last message until I reach land. I was also noting that each day the iPhone was off, I was still losing battery power, roughly 1 percent per day. Then, on June 1st after 18 days of rowing in the blind with my heading at 190 degrees referenced with fixed compass on deck, I wrote down my final coordinates, before my phone officially died. 5.39 south, 121 west , amazingly I was still on track, with such hope that the Godspeed would save the day, keeping me with a COG I needed at 225 going slightly more miles than expected at 45 NM per day. Over the course of the following 15 days, I continued on. More stories and details for another time, but in short, my daily routine was simply eat, pray, row. Manually making 1 gallon of water for the first hour of the day to survive, catching generally 2 fish daily with the same pink lure I was gifted too, and cooking them with 1 kilo of rice in the solar oven after 4 hours. It truly felt like a devotee fasting to say the least. Offering me something to do to avoid insanity while getting through each SLOW day. Admittedly, life after Cancer had gone by so fast already over the last 15 years it now felt like a blessing to have it slow down. I was also making amends with the vivid memories I was now getting of the past. My failed lines of communication with my poor business moves, my failed efforts with some independent contractors, loss of communications with immediate family, and coping mechanisms thru it all. Putting it to rest in my mind now and making peace with it all. Without that ‘need for speed’, where the only stimulants came from the fresh clean air, a warm sea breeze, and a clear mind taking in the natural beauty of it all out on the Ocean. Something I enjoyed sharing to all of you as well. Overall, it was a pure dopamine hit that offered a daily sweet taste from the rice and cool glass of clean water with fresh fish to compliment. But again, more details for hopefully in person stories at a later time, because now, it’s the morning of June 15th. I estimated I had officially now entered the ‘Marquises Fracture Zone’ with about 350-400 ish NM left before I may see land, another 7 days I expected. I noticed the seas were different than my roughly prior 80 days since my Galapagos departure. It felt like 30 knot plus winds from the south this time, not SE. By now, I also knew that the waves generally increased in size up to 13 times before doing the cycle over again. I believe it was about 9 am as I had the first 3 hours of Sun, made water and fished and had just finished putting my to be daily meal, in the solar oven. It was then I felt for the first time a deadly silence to my right side. Out of my right eye, I was 90 degrees and close to the largest wave crest, I had seen to date. What appeared to be about 4 meters of crest, I knew I was in trouble. I jumped backwards into the hatch and leaned into the approaching wave side, bracing for impact, still harnessed to the deck safety lines attached to my life jacket. Within that next 2 seconds, Smiles (the boat) was toppled and I was now upside down, water coming in. Thinking, did this really just happen? Still attached to the deck outside, with my safety harness and life jacket, I swam out of the hatch where I held onto the boat and saw my world, now upside down. Doing my best to understand the confusion and process it all, I tried to get my bearings, to locate my needed items now under the boat. I spent the next 2 min I believe, trying to upright Smiles with no success. I began to dive under a few times thinking it was the bow, trying to reach the port side but on the starboard, etc. Eventually I got the life raft free, along with my PLB that was fixed near the door of the hatch, next to the fixed Epirb. After 33 days of trying to avoid using unnecessary rescue resources, it was clear I needed help now. I pleaded with God, why? I thought we had a deal? We are only 7 days away from success in faith? Then, lifted the antenna and officially activated the PLB at that time with success. I had tested and pressed the gps check on the device a few times in the prior days in effort it may show that despite I was not activating an emergency, still alive and making progress to land, as I mentioned in my final SMS text. I don’t know if that worked or was received but couldn’t have hurt and with various submarine sounds around the 28th of May and 30th I believed some form of maritime knew I was still making progress. I hoped anyway. I then pulled the painter on the life raft floating a few feet next to me, which inflated. I also attempted to free my safety cable from Smiles but couldn’t untangle the line, with the confusion still lingering around. Concerned Smiles may take me down if she sinks, removed the attached life jacket and jumped in the life raft with only my PLB in hand and my bathing suit on. I then unhooked the painter line which I then lost hold of as the Seas continued to bounce Smiles into the raft, which then left me floating slightly faster down current than capsized Smiles. Knowing the hatch was still open with my life inside, I was faced with the choice of jumping back in to attempt to grab hold of Smiles and also ideally grab my ditch bag containing all my dry box with devices, paperwork, cash, cards, emergency food, passport, etc, or staying put with only my plb and swimsuit to my name. I reluctantly stayed. As Smiles and I drifted apart, thoughts ran thru my head, and I questioned the deal I had with God, telling him it was only day 33, and all I knew about 33 was that was the age Jesus was said to have died, and now wondered if this was the plan for me. Hoping it wasn’t, I now began assessing my new boat, the second hand life raft I recently acquired. I noticed there were small packets of water, a drogue anchor, and small oars. Unfortunately, I also noticed that there was a leak coming in that would leave me bailing out the salt water for my remaining time in it if I wanted to stay floating. Lots of details for another time too but after what felt like an expected 3-4 hours, I heard and saw the first plane I had seen in the 80 days. Speechless on how quick the response was, be it I was in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean, in a hard to see life raft. It was the ultimate sight for sore eyes, and despite still bailing water out, did my best to signal distress as I noted the beautiful red and white lettering for the USCG plane. With I believe another 2 hours of Sunlight left, the plane began dropping things from the sky with the hopes I believe of reaching me. Flares to keep things light during the sundown, inflatable rafts I believe as they may have seen my leak issue with the raft, and a barrel of what I guessed was survival coms, food, and more attached to a parachute. Still in complete silence the thoughts in my head were running all over the place, trying to process it all, but managing and staying calm. Was a person coming down next? Did they see the shark circling the raft from the images they may have been able to take? Did they have knowledge of Smiles and eyes on it? The seas were still high and with the items being dropped above the current, I couldn’t seem to reach them, trying to use the oars to paddle closer. I debated trying to swim too, but was still being circled by an estimated 6 foot shark with an odd white tipped fins and with possible a tag on it near the tail for the last few hours. So I stayed with the raft. After the sun went down, I began going into a different survival mode, trying to stay tight in a ball as the temperatures went down. I was sitting in ankle deep water that felt warmer than the air outside, but wet, still bailing water, knowing it maybe a while before I would see a ship the USCG may try to divert and rescue me. I bailed water thru the night, thinking about the floating barrel still and Smiles, which I believed was still floating a few miles away. 20 minute naps was about all I could get as the bailing continued and the sun came up offering warmth. I believe then it was after about 30 total hours, the Baker Spirit Cargo ship came into view. So many more details here too but with the crew of 21 on deck with the captain piloting closer was able to maneuver the ship next to the raft, a miracle to say the least. On the second attempt, I was able to grab the life ring, jump into the cage, and be lifted up. The cheers from the crew when I grabbed a hold of the cage, provided me the strength to hold on to say the least. On arrival, I was immediately offered a warm jacket and unable to gain my sea legs, aided down to the cabin where I was given a towel, sandals, shorts, and two shirts. Clothes from the crew directly and a chance to shower after they took my vitals. I hadn’t had time to tell them anything of my journey yet, and it would be the first time I spoke to anyone in 34 days. I couldn’t believe how clean and proper the ship and team was as I got my senses back a bit more. Coming to my bearings again now processing it all, my all in journey had left me with nothing to my name. Thoughts of what went wrong and if I misread my entire journey purpose? While I could blame it on the weather or the as is boat, I tried my best to make it work with no official sponsors, I felt and still feel, this was my own captain error. No one else to blame but myself who got sideways with the wrong wave and won’t make the same mistake twice, that’s for sure. As for my spiritual pilgrimage, well as I got a quick shower and went to put on the shirt I was offered, I noted the writing on the front and nearly fell to the ground. It read the words, ‘Brave’. Proof in the picture from the crew who will only now know the significance it offered me when they read this post, is below. A wink and a nod from the man up stairs that our deal was still on and it was clear this was meant to be. While making it in the blind after 40 days would be a personal faith success story, this ending is much better. As it is truly other strangers, turned friends, who have connected the dots now, like brothers and sisters. I believe that’s why I am still here, to share the story of faith, humanity, and what happens when one acknowledges the mistakes of the past and leads by action steps, moving forward. ‘Rowing my boat’. Personally, I finally saw what I hoped to SEE, God. While I can’t quote scripture versus, offer a homily to a parish, or claim a perfect past, I hope this story of a simple effort with human power demonstrates a true effort to a purposed life. One others can try themselves in their own life, with their own Ocean and boat. My loss of Smiles and all the items I had is no match to the friends I made and communities I saw and connected with along the way. It was and is my goal to go back and pay forward to various individual and communities, sharing their stories as I like to do best on the now ever growing social media I have seen here now grow. Work with maritime to educate and learn from all the lessons learned, mindful of all the lives risked and resources used on my efforts. Still processing others here now believing in the journey, I believe success is happening on the effort to connect the world in a positive way. I too am reborn, starting from scratch, with a few lose ends to mend now before….
ENTRY INTO THE ’22 SPP BIGGEST FISH CAUGHT AWARD – CHRIS SEAGLUB
11) HIENGHENE 🇳🇨 NEW CALEDONIA & THE KANAK CULTURE
The Kanaks are the indigenous Melanesian inhabitants of New Caledonia, an overseas collectivity of France in the southwest Pacific
The earliest traces of human settlement in New Caledonia go back to Lapita culture, about 1000 BC In addition, Polynesian seafarers have intermarried with the Kanaks over the last centuries.
Linderalique rocks on the edge of the lagoon
Hienghène, located in the northeast of New Caledonia, is a town with significant Kanak culture. The reason for this is primarily due to its historical significance as a traditional Kanak territory and its geographical location.
Hienghène is also known for its natural landmarks and rock formations, which hold spiritual significance in Kanak culture. For instance, the “Henri S. Milliard” or “Brooding Hen” rock formation is a famous symbol associated with the town, and it holds cultural and spiritual significance for the Kanak people.
The remoteness of the region has often served as a protective factor in preserving traditional customs and practices and the Kanak culture is deeply connected to the land and the sea. Hienghène’s location, with its lush landscapes, mountains, rivers, and access to the ocean, has played a vital role in shaping the cultural practices and traditional subsistence activities of the Kanak people living in the area.
These natural resources have supported their traditional lifestyles, such as agriculture, fishing, and hunting, and have remained integral to their cultural identity.
The Kanak population is traditionally contrasted with two other groups of European descent: (1) the Caldoche, who were born in New Caledonia; and (2) the Zoreille, who live in the territory yet were born in modern France.
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Nouméa, on the other hand, is the capital city of New Caledonia and is located in the southern part of the main island, Grande Terre. It is a major urban center and the country’s administrative, economic, and cultural hub. Nouméa has a cycloen accounts for a significant portion of the country’s population. It is a bustling urban area with modern amenities, infrastructure, and a diverse population comprising Kanak, European, and other ethnic groups. As of September 2021, when comparing per capita GDP, which measures the average economic output per person in a country or territory, New Caledonia has a higher per capita GDP compared to both New Zealand and Australia.
Meet Noumea Yacht Services: Hervé Moal Noumea Yacht Services
Chief engineer, then captain on the drilling rigs’ supplies in Africa, he has also been in charge of a navigation’s company agency in Cameroun. His attention then turned to nautical charters where he worked as a skipper on many boats everywhere around the world.
Attracted by the Pacific, he settled in Tahiti and created the API YACHTING company: a naval repair building site with sail and cable-making services. He created a service for large units haul out at the PAPEETE Slipway and dry dock where large yachts (Maltese Falcon, FetutTéa, Askaris, Sorsha, etc) did their refit. He thus gained a good knowledge in solving yachts’ problem and their specific needs. He now offers his services in Noumea which objective is to bring yachts the best and thoroughly exhaustive range of services.
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