After a beautiful arrival on Hiva Oa on the morning of the 14th, we were greeted with incredible efficiency and warmth. Thanks to the support of our local contacts, we were able to clear in almost immediately and get our disembarking guests to the airport on time — what a gift. And just as smoothly, we welcomed our new group aboard, who had been patiently waiting for us for two days. It was such a joy to reunite with Floris and to welcome our new first mate Sarah on board. A fresh team, ready for new adventures.
We set sail early the next morning and had a wonderful day of sailing — a promising start to our next leg. By the time we arrived in Nuku Hiva to refuel, spirits were high and the wind had carried us well. We arrived Sunday evening and had a quiet night and some sleep.
And then, the next morning — something unforgettable.
A dear friend of ours had arranged the most incredible welcome on Nuku Hiva. As we stepped ashore, we were received by a delegation from the local municipality, including the deputy mayor, members of the local community with deep roots on the island, and representatives of the province. It was an honour.
We were adorned with traditional flower garlands made of Tiaré Tahiti, the sweet, fragrant white blossoms of French Polynesia. From there, we were led to a formal reception at the town hall, where a live band played with impressive power and joy, a beautiful dancer performed a mesmerizing traditional dance, and we were greeted in true Polynesian style.
We even joined in the dancing ourselves — laughing, clapping, moving.
Gifts were exchanged, and we were served fresh chilled coconuts and delicious snacks.
Among the gifts of this journey, one now rests quietly on our deck and soon on our wall: a Marquesan hoe, carved by hand, carried by meaning.
Its blade is etched with the deep, curved patterns of tradition — a silent story of ocean paths, ancestors, and unseen strength.
At the top, two tiki heads face outward, protectors carved in wood.
The dancer who was part of the welcome, told me they stand for protection — guardians of the voyage ahead, and perhaps, of the spirit within.
It is more than a gift.
It is a blessing, shaped by hands and history — and now, part of our own.
I stood there with goosebumps on my arms and tears in my eyes. It was that beautiful. That touching. One of those rare moments in life that settles deep into your heart and stays.
After that… everything else felt briefly, wonderfully relative.
But the day wasn’t over. Michael headed to the market and returned with beautiful fresh goods. Meanwhile, the crew and I worked on fuel logistics. Unfortunately, due to the swell in the harbour, we weren’t able to go stern-to at the pump safely — so we’ll be fueling by jerry can on the 17th instead.
All is well on board,
Jet
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