Sunday May 18, 2008
Understandably I missed a day or two. Landfalls are just like that. Late Friday we sail down the lee shore, west, of the
At a point about 15 miles from
After a hard sleep we are all awake before 6 AM to do a little cleaning before the customs, immigration and agriculture officers arrive at 6:30 AM. First we have a cup of French press coffee on the bow near our poor somewhat passage damaged trampoline. Kailua Kona is waking up in the haze. Deborah remarks that she can smell the tropical flowers. People are starting to gather on the dock, not to stare at us although they do, but to set up for the first interclub canoe races of the year. A catamaran like Bella Donna is a rare sight in
As the coffee cups are cold and empty, we lower the dinghy and John bathed and decked out in his cleanest best looking Bella Donna polo shirt and shorts heads off to the dock to fetch the various officials. The remaining crew scurries around to clean up the decks strewn with dirty Coleman grill and fishing lines and lures that were left from the land fall celebration the night before; no flying fish were found to throw overbroad, an unusually good thing.
The officials call our mobile phone to say they are just leaving their office at
The only problem is we are unable to leave our dinghy at the dock and go ashore. The canoe race security people will not allow it. It is understandable as there are a lot of young Hawaiian canoe club kids swimming getting in and out of the limited race canoes preparing for their race. I guess sharing Kailua Kona with John and Deborah will have to wait. John and Deborah are so excited to see a Polynesian canoe race their first day in
We end the day with dinner at the Kona Hale. Talking with our next door neighbor, they thought they saw a party boat come close to shore last night. I apologized to her for any noise and told her it was just us celebrating Bella Donna’s land fall from
Sleep came early last night. This lead to me to waking up at 3:30 AM in time to see an almost full moon casting a bright light on the Pacific Ocean where Bella Donna honked her horn 27 hours ago. The clouds and vog were gone. Today is a beautiful day. The trade winds have returned.
God Bless Bella Donna