The Voyage of the Swan
 
After a week in Nuku Hiva, we set sail for Tahiti. We arrived after eight days: two beautiful sailing days and six days of very light winds. But, the skies at night were incredible (“when you see the Southern Cross for the first time, you know just why you came this way”). We anchored near Maeva Beach, southwest of Papeete.
After a week, we left Papeete and sailed across the channel to Moorea. What a beautiful place! We anchored on the reef outside of Cook’s Bay in 10 feet of crystal clear water, a snorkeler’s heaven. We could also just sit and watch the sea life swim by under the boat. We also met JJ and Maria on Ksar and had a wonderful time with them before they sailed back to Tahiti.
After two weeks in Moorea we left our good friends on Pacific Star and Innocenti and sailed on May 24th for Huahine and arrived 24 hours later at the village of Fare, a beautiful little Polynesian harbor on the northwest corner of the island. We anchored right off the town in 60 feet of clear water. Raiatea, Tahaa, and Bora Bora were visible in the distance. Then we sailed to the south end of Huahine and spent a week in a beautiful little bay near a small village. A large turtle visited us every morning and evening.
The Voyages: Society Islands
Leaving Nuku Hiva.
Becalmed at dawn 30 miles from Tahiti, jewel of the Pacific.
At anchor in Tahiti. Moorea is in the background.
Manta ray by the boat.
Anchored on the reef near Cook’s Bay, Moorea.
Our own personal aquarium. A ray swims beneath the boat.
A long walk in the Moorea highlands with Maria and Jean Jacques (JJ), folks from France who have made Tahiti their home.
Maria and JJ Novgarede aboard their sloop Ksar. In four days we became friends for life. Their hospitality was incredible.
A marae on Moorea, a spiritual place, this one over 1100 years old.
We met the crew of this magnificent Schooner, the Argo, a sail training vessel, while it was anchored in Cook’s Bay.
Aboard the Argo with its splendid skipper and crew: Boomer, Chantale, Graham and Becky.
Early morning approach to Huahine, 85 miles northwest of Moorea.
Beautiful, primitive, Huahine.
Fare, Huahine, is a cool little village where  many goods and services are available, but still retains an old polynesian ambiance.
Mount Otemanu, Bora Bora , from the lagoon in the lee of Toopua. We are anchored in 35 feet of beautiful water.
Anchored off the Bora Bora Yacht Club in 85 feet of water. The hospitality at the Yacht Club is excellent, and it is a wifi hotspot.
These are guns left by the Americans in WWII when the island was a strategic location.
Swan at anchor in the Bora Bora Lagoon (center).
L to R: Anna and Angus Willison (Innocenti), Dave, Julia and Horst  Wolff (Pacific Star) at Bora. Great cruisers and more friends for life.
It was painful leaving Moorea.
Roadside flora in Paradise.
The Maltese Falcon at Cook’s Bay, Moorea. It is dwarfed by the remnants of the ancient volcano that formed the island 1.5–2.5 million years ago.
We were anchored in 10 feet. Every day we woke to an incredible sensory overload of sights, smells, sounds and tropical warmth.
Putting Swan’s sail covers on. Our home in paradise deserved the TLC she deserved after bringing us so far safely and comfortably.
This tiki in Moorea is the same one as on my arm.
Anchored at the south end of Huahine with Raiatea in the background. We can clearly see our anchor on the bottom 40 feet below us.
Looking south at the lagoon at Bora Bora. Boats are moored at Bloody Mary’s on the left in the distance.
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On the evening of June 10th we left Huahine and sailed the 55 miles overnight to Bora Bora. The wind was blowing 25 knots so we actually had to heave to for half the time to keep from getting there before dawn. Bora Bora is a strikingly beautiful island with a huge lagoon of clear water, manta rays and beautiful fish. We anchored in 35 feet of water in the lee of Toopua, a large motu on the west side of the lagoon. We were soon joined again by Pacific Star, 59th Street Bridge and Innocenti where we reveled in each others stories since last seeing each other. We set sail for Tonga on July 3.