After two and a half days in Honiara we had to do a runner. It truly must be one of the worst ports in the WORLD: on a lee shore, incoming swell, bad holding, no breakwater protection, noisy and dirty. The rubbish is literally floating around and one has to be careful not to get a plastic bag or some other piece of garbage caught in the props. You can’t leave the boat unattended, as you never know when a sudden weather change will hit.
We managed to do most of our provisioning but on Wednesday afternoon the wind continued to build and the anchorage became untenable. Without having completed our shopping, we left town and headed for the safe shelter of Tulagi, which is only a four-hour sail away. It was an oasis compared to the madness of Honiara. Bob and Yvie from Raiders Hotel welcomed us back as we tied our stern lines to their palm trees. It felt a bit like coming home. I hope we don’t ever have to go back to Honiara, it’s not a good place to anchor your boat.
Yesterday was a big boat tidy up (everything got thrown around as we left Honiara), we still had to pack away our provisions, and, we also had to catch up with school as it hadn’t been possible to do any studying in the bouncy conditions of Honiara. So now it’s back to normal and we’re happy to once again be in Tulagi.
We managed to do another family snorkeling trip and a dinghy trip up the river to see some very old mangroves. We looked out for crocs but they were all hiding… Probably a good thing!