Day four out at sea. We ate a simple breakfast of yougurt, cereal and fruit with Mike and Jennie with Bora Bora serving as our background. Killing some time reading and laying on the trampoline, we took the dinghy out to St. Regis where Ben and Chantelle met us.
We got the grand tour of their suite 103: it was huge! There was this huge living room which was equally as large as the bedroom and bathroom combo. I wondered who came to Bora Bora and watched the two large televisions. The deck had a sun warmed jetted tub and led to off the lagoon which was over six feet deep.
We had a lot of fun tubbing, and doing dives off the deck while the girls took pictures. Soon, it got close to noon, and thus check out time, and we returned to "reality" (?) back on the dinghy to the catamaran.
We made a short motor with the jib out to the south eastern bay near Pointe Faroone. The trip was at points quite shallow and out depth sounder read 1.6 meters at one point with our draught at 1.2 meters. We anchored for the night.
We took the dinghy out to Pointe Faroone which was a bit of a disappointment. There was only a meager beach to throw around a Frisbee and an artist's studio that we browsed. The problem is knowing which parts of the island are supposedly private, and further more which are private and friendly to tourists and which aren't.
Ben and Chantelle stayed behind for some frisbee and kayak sailing. Mike, Jennie, Shannon and I went to the Piti uu motus in search of the coral gardens. It took us a couple attempts but finally discovered them right between the two motus, and tied up on a rock on the southeastern shore of Piti uu Uta. We were rewarded with some great snorkeling around corals and schools of fish.
The trip back to the catamaran was really rough against the wind, and Shannon didn't think we'd make it. Ben said he could see us coming back and every time we hit a wave there would be this big splash of white. Quite a lot of water got in the dinghy and all our stuff started floating around like the oars, the snorkeling equipment and the fuel tank.
Mike had the crazy idea that taking out the hull plug would allow us to drain, and despite Jennie occupying the space across from me beside the motor, climbed over her and unplugged. Because first of all we weren't going fast enough, and second that all our weight was now at the back of the dinghy, we took on more water I'm sure.
Safety was never a problem because our dinghy was inflated and it wouldn't sink, but I was worried about drowning the motor.
We did make it though, with Mike bailing with his hat. It was a pretty exciting trip. We found both Ben and Chantelle burnt to a crisp with their own near death experience. The sail kayaking worked, but their arms got tired holding the towel up, and for some reason, the kayak was taking on water so that they nearly sank!
But once back on board, all is well again. We had chicken tacos for dinner and ended off the night with several rounds of Sociables and drinking.
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