Not merely nearly but actually in Fiji. For the final miles we slowed our speed to come into Savusavu anchorage after sunset and hopefully late enough not to incur weekend overtime charges. As we turned in past the commercial wharf we were hailed on the radio by the Copra shed Marina offering a mooring buoy and assistance in picking up the line. It was almost dark so we welcomed the help of someone (Bill) to take our line and secure us next to sea plane. Is this the anchorage or the airport? Both it seems.
It was 10 days and 2 hours since we left NZ; we had sailed all but 65 miles of the 1200nm, hove to for 36 hours while a frontal system passed, seen boat speeds up to 11.5 knots, had no breaks or tears (or tears) and stayed dry behind our new cockpit cover. Jackster had taken care of us once more.
What a feeling of relief, elation and achievement. David says he loved every minute. I loved every minute except the night times when we were being bounced along in high winds and lively seas. We sat out in the warm evening air and had a we're here beer and a bite to eat before falling into bed for a well earned sleep.
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