Author: cruisingrunner

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

Two days ago, when I came to a fork in the road I chose the left path, which the sign said was to the plage (beach). Today, I picked the right path, which the sign said was to a viewpoint, and it immediately went straight uphill. Truth be told, I walked most of the way up, but I enjoyed the views from the top, and then sprinted down the other side and came to another sign, once again telling me to go left to the beach. I walked a little way down the road and the scrambled through some brush and over many crab holes to get out near the water, and I found myself standing in some mucky muck, which is basically what’s usually underneath the lagoon, when it is fuller. I could see the beach, I think, far off near the point, decided it was too far and just turned around. This time I sprinted up the hill, no that’s not right. Once again, I walked and then sprinted back down. My legs were still very sore from the run and hike two days ago, and to top it off I was pretty exhausted from not getting very much sleep last night.

Now, cruisers are no strangers to lack of sleep, it sort of comes with the territory. First of all, there’s the obvious night watches when we are underway. We do 3-hour watches on Exodus, and I usually have the 11pm-2am and the 5-8am shifts. As you might guess, this really disrupts one’s sleep patterns. And then there’s all the things that might keep you from sleeping even when you aren’t on watch, like a rocky rolly boat, waves crashing against the hull, engine noise, or being woken up by the on-watch person because there’s lightening in the distance and we need to reduce sail. At anchor it’s only slightly better. In French Polynesia we typically get woken up at least once a night due to rain. The hatches need to be open because it’s too hot with them closed, so when it rains, we can get pretty wet inside. Lucky for me the hatch in our bedroom is over Tim’s side of the bed, so he feels the rain and bolts up to close all the other hatches. There’s also wind through the rigging that will wake me up if the wind gets above 18 kts or so. We keep an anchor alarm set to alert us if our anchor may be dragging, and occasionally we get false alarms from that, although not too much anymore, since we have a pretty sound anchor waypoint process in place now. What am I forgetting… oh yeah, radio traffic. We keep the VHF on, since you never know if someone or some vessel will transmit a distress call, but most nighttime traffic is really just a nuisance. There’s also boat motion in particularly rolly anchorages or those with high power boat traffic. Boat wakes can cause some pretty severe boat motion.

So, right, we’re no strangers to lack of sleep. But last night was different. Last night I tossed and turned and couldn’t get to sleep until well after midnight and then was up again with my mind racing around 5:00. It reminded me of life at home when I couldn’t shut my brain off due to all of the work stresses I would dwell on, except well, there was no stress. Just a racing mind. I would think about this blog and facebook page I just set up, the book I’m reading (Typee by Herman Melville), the boys’ school books, our upcoming passages, etc, etc, etc. None of these thoughts were with any angst of any sort, just thoughts going a mile a minute. It’s like my body was trying to manufacture stress, because maybe, somewhere, deep down, this Type A personality misses it a little? Nah…

Anyway, I should be able to get to bed early tonight, which will help since we intend to shove off tomorrow and should be on a watch schedule tomorrow night. We are headed for Mopelia, which is an even more remote island in French Polynesia than where we are now. It’s noot actually an island, but an atoll. Like the Tuamotus. I’m not sure about the running opportunities, but the snorkeling should be amazing.

-D.

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

After the run and hike yesterday, my quads were screaming at me during yoga this morning, so I decided to give them a break today. We are now thinking about moving anchorages away from town over near the pass, and if we do that, I will regret my decision not to run this morning, because it’s unlikely there’s anywhere to run over there tomorrow.

Today, I went for a paddle instead. I always head upwind first, and today that meant heading to the beach on the motu across the lagoon from the town. There is a sandbar that stretches far into the lagoon, and as I was paddling over I noticed two dogs running and playing on the sand bar. When I landed the paddle board a little ways down the beach one of the dogs came over to check me out. He stood several feet away from me and just stared. I stared back. Hard. After a few seconds I established myself as the alpha and he gave up and just sniffed around. When he got too close to me, though, I told him to go away. He did. I was the alpha, after all.

I walked around for awhile, noticing how most of the land I was walking across is usually underwater. There were spots of coral and dried up sea cucumbers. It was quiet and felt eerie after awhile, like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. There were only three sounds to be heard: the ocean crashing against the reef on the outside of the motu, the wind blowing through the palm trees, and my own soft footsteps. This was a moment to treasure.

-D.

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

Why did the runner cross the road?

To get to the shady side, duh.

Today’s run was mostly in the shade, but, oh my god, was it ever hot on the stretches that it wasn’t. I criss crossed the street several times trying to take advantage of shade from peoples’ fruit trees.

We are in Maupiti now, which is about 25 miles west of Bora Bora, still part of French Polynesia. It is much more remote and quiet with a small town and just a couple other cruising boats here. Alex and I watched one of the local boats get to the shore through the coral, and we followed their path, so he could drop me off for a morning run. I headed south hoping I could quickly get around the southern point, which is a steep to cliff, so that I could be in the shade, and that strategy mostly worked out for me, but like I mentioned above, there were a few blazing sunny stretches.

I came across a fork in the road which said beach to the left and view point to the right, and not wanting to head up any steep hills, I opted to go left. This took me down a dirt road that eventually did lead up hill. I thought it maybe went uphill to go over a ridge then down to the beach, but no, it took me to a dead end at someone’s house. Nothing to do but turn around, and I did see a little step down to what could be called a beach, and I walked down it a ways to see if it turned into, well, a nice beach. It didn’t. (But later I learned I just didn’t go far enough and had I gone the other way to the view point it would have come down to the beach as well.)

After the run we went on a family hike straight up the mountain. Seriously, my legs were dead when we started, so they were jello when we got back down. The view was indescribable, and the beers at the bottom were magical.

-D.

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I felt stronger today than any day since I started running again. My quads ached as I ran, but not in a bad way, in that good way that tells you you are pushing yourself just the right amount. Yesterday I headed north to the commercial dock, so today I mixed it up a bit and headed south through the heart of Vaitape to just outside the town border. It was another slog along a busy road, and the views from this side of the island just aren’t nearly as majestic as the other. So, today, I paid attention to the dogs. Since it was mid-morning, a little later than I like to run, it was a bit warmer, and most of the dogs were just laying around. None of them paid any attention to me. None of them tried to sniff my butt.

There are a lot of dogs in French Polynesia, mostly large dogs that look mangy, not like anyone’s pets. In the Marquesas we met a guy named Albert who had a pack of dogs for hunting wild pigs. The dogs would bring down the pig and hold it (but not kill it) and then he would come over and slit its throat. The dogs looked strong, and Albert was obviously pleased with them. They also looked just on the verge of being underfed. He told us, “they don’t catch pig, they don’t eat.” I guess that’s motivation. In Makemo there were dogs everywhere, and the mamas were all hanging a little low like they’ve had more than a few litters. My friend asked one of the locals if the dogs were pets and they said no like she was a bit crazy. Then one of the other cruisers told us they eat the dogs. I was skeptical, but then Tim and a friend asked one of the locals they had gotten to know about it (seriously, I never would have had the guts to do that) and he confirmed that yes, some people do, in fact, eat the dogs. After that, whenever I saw a dog, I would tell it to run, run away, you don’t have to be dinner. But they live on a motu in an atoll, where would they go? Papeete was the only place we saw small dogs, carried around in bicycle baskets, so I assume they are pets, not dinner. On my run yesterday I passed a dog that caught my attention, because it was a little more plump than most and had a shiny coat, so I thought maybe it was cared for. As soon as I made eye contact with it it cowered, as if it thought I was going to hit it.

It’s certainly a different kind of relationship between man and dog than we are used to at home. I suppose it takes a certain amount of financial security and luxury to start treating animals like one of the family.

-D.

Posted on July 2, 2014, by cruisingrunner

We are anchored in 80 ft of water just off the town of Vaitape on the main island in Bora Bora. Yes 80. 8-0. That’s not a typo. There were no mooning balls available when we pulled in yesterday, so what are you gonna do? We did our clearing out of French Polynesia today for a Thursday 0-dark-thirty departure. Being near a town is not usually very fun when you’re only staying a couple days because those days are filled with a whole list of chores. I find we need to stay about a week to be able to start actually enjoying the town, but we typically don’t do that because there are always so many other places away from town that we want to enjoy. I fit a run in this morning before laundry, school, clearing out, and groceries. I had to run along another busy road, this one much busier, actually, and unlike running on the road in Huahine, drivers seemed to give less room to the pedestrians as they drive by. Maybe because there are more pedestrians.

I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been in a town and I’ve been going around like crazy taking care of this and that, and I somehow decided I couldn’t possibly have time for a run. As I thought of that today while running, I can only conclude that I was temporarily brain damaged or something. At home, I was way more busy, and I always found time for a run. No, I didn’t find time for a run, I MADE time for a run. It’s not like I would just be sitting around doing nothing and think, “hey, I’m not doing anything, I think I’ll use this free time to go for a run.” No, I had to make it happen. I’d run in the morning while it was still dark outside. I would run at lunchtime. I would run to the soccer field and meet Tim and the boys there for one of the boys’ soccer games. OK, you get the idea.

In fact, I’ve always sort of rolled my eyes at people who say they are too busy for, well anything. I maintained that it’s all about priorities. If you want to do something, you’ll make time. If you don’t you won’t. I guess I forgot about that, too. Whenever anyone told me they didn’t have time to do something they were implying they kind of want to do, I always wanted to ask them how much TV they watch.

I recently started making movies of our travels using Windows Movie Maker. I really enjoy setting our photos and videos to music. It’s a creative process, but it’s also somewhat technical getting the photo transitions to occur at the right time given the beat of the music. Anyway, I showed one to some friends recently, and they were like, “Wow, that’s awesome. You must have way too much free time.” Of course, I brushed that off at the time, but now after thinking about it, I call bull*@$%. I have no more free time than anyone else out here, it’s just something I make time to do. You don’t have enough time to do it? Yeah, whatever.

The run felt good this morning. I’m glad I made time.

-D.

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I finally made it onshore on the main island of Bora Bora today for a morning run. We were anchored out across the lagoon by a couple motus, but after a quick dinghy expedition yesterday afternoon we knew there was really nowhere to run there either. So, Tim shuttled me approximately a mile over to the main island, where we knew there was a road. The problem was, we had no idea where he could drop me off, or even if we could get through the coral heads near here. We noticed a “jetty” with a lot of local boats around, and then we discovered the marked cut in the coral to be able to get there. As we pulled up, though, it started to seem like he would be dropping me off in someone’s backyard, and I felt kind of weird about that. When we saw some kids and a man coming to see us, we figured it would be OK, since we’ve learned over and over how generous the Polynesians are. Tim asked if he spoke English and he said no, so it was up to our broken French and some hand gestures. It went something like this, “Je voudrais…” hand gesture of a person walking, “… a la rue. C’est bon?” He smiled and gestured, of course. There was a tiny dock that I was able to hop out onto, so I didn’t have to get my shoes wet. (Never mind they were already wet since I left them out in the rain last night.) The kids were pretty interested in me, and they walked with me up the dirt road over out to the main road. The homes were modest, and the people were friendly. Ia ora na is hello in Tahitian, and I got to say that a lot today.

The run was slow, but I’m still cutting myself some slack. There weren’t that many cars on the road, but I still ran towards traffic and shuffled off onto the very narrow shoulder when a car did pass. There were no resorts along the stretch I ran down, but I did pass two of the water shuttle areas for the large resorts. They each had a parking lot, so I’m thinking this might be where they shuttle their employees from the main island out to the motus, since that’s where the majority, if not all, of the resorts are. I ran through a small town. I only know this because of the sign and that there was a mairie (town hall) and a church. There were many more modest houses, and I noticed that along the coastal side there were a lot of makeshift benches and lounge chairs. I was thinking maybe this was a sign that they appreciate the beauty of their surroundings, if they bother to set up a place to sit and enjoy it, but I didn’t see anyone sitting there, so who knows. Maybe in the evening. Not on a Sunday morning.

Throughout the Society islands we witnessed the stark contradiction of huge mega resorts against the backdrop of modest Polynesian living, but never has it been so obvious as here in Bora Bora. It was on display yesterday when we were out on our dinghy expedition. There was a cut through the motu almost all the way out to the ocean. On the left side was the very ostentacious St. Regis hotel. On the right side were local dwellings, and my first thought was, “poverty.” However, that reaction was probably due to the stark contrast with the resort, not based on a fair assessment. That’s why I started using the word “modest” above. No one is starving. No one looks miserable. But compared to the lavishness of the resort, it looks like poverty with small unenclosed dwellings and laundry strewn about. When we went a little further up the channel, far enough that we had to tilt the outboard motor up so it would bottom out, we came across four kids having a grand time. Two were in a boat, and they were fishing. Two were playing on a paddle board, not unlike the way our boys play on a paddle board. They were all fun to watch.

We also noticed that a hotel guard on a bike had spotted us and was following us along the edge as we motored deeper into the channel. I waved to him, but he didn’t wave back. Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, we wouldn’t think of stepping onto your precious resort property, even though it’s been days since I’ve been able to run, and I’d really, really just like to find a place to run. I bet if I asked the people on the other side of the channel they’d gladly let me run on THEIR land.

My run back this morning was slower than on the way out. The wind was in my face on the way back and the sun had gone behind a cloud, so it was a bit cooler, and I felt better. I know I was running slower because I was running based on time, and I didn’t make it all the way back to where I started in the same amount of time. But it gave me a chance to walk a bit and observe a bit more. The kids were riding their bikes, and they came out to meet me and walked with me back out to the dock. It was a boy and a girl, and we didn’t talk much, since we were all shy about speaking in a language we don’t know. I assume they know a little, because earlier one of them said, “No English here.” They didn’t attempt to speak English with me as we walked out to the dock, but I told them, “Velos, bon,” which I hope means good bikes. They smiled, and I felt happy.

-D.

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Today, it’s raining. Not pouring rain like the last two cold fronts that have passed, but it’s densely overcast and there’s a constant drizzle, so I am staying inside. No running. No paddle boarding.

I used to let myself get prodded into running in the rain. “C’mon, it’s just a little rain. Be tough!” I’ve always wanted to be tough and I’ve always thought of myself as tough, so I would run in the rain to prove I was tough, not just to other people, but to myself. Lots of runners do it all the time, it’s how they prove they are dedicated to running in addition to proving they are tough. If lots of runners do it, then I can too. Well, of course I COULD do it, but it took me awhile to think about whether I SHOULD do it.

I hate running in the rain. I turns an activity that I treasure and makes it so intensely unpleasant that I hate every step. I hate the cold rain stinging my face and I hate my soggy, drippy clothes and hair. One day it sort of abruptly occurred to me that it was stupid to run in the rain because I hated it. I didn’t need to run in the rain to prove a point. I’m still tough, even if I’m the only one who thinks so.

Just like I don’t have to dive with sting rays either. Being tough and capable and independent are qualities that are very important to me, so much so that it’s actually hard for me to not just suck it up and do things I don’t want to do. I don’t want to dive with sting rays, not because I’m afraid, but because when you get in the water they immediately swim all over you because they want you to feed them. It’s this closeness with nature that is unpleasant and uncomfortable for me. I love nature, just not up close. But I know that no one buys that. They all think I won’t swim with the sting rays because I’m afraid, and that bothers me. And there was a time I would have just done it. But not now. I’m OK, now, honoring my own likes and dislikes and being true to them.

So, today I stay inside and wait for this front to pass. I’ll run when it’s sunny and pleasant. I’ll run when I will enjoy it.

-D.

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We are on Bora Bora with nowhere to run. Literally.

There is a motu on the southwest side of the lagoon called Motu Toopua, and we have parked ourselves off the southern tip of it with only about a foot of water under our keels. Our shore excursion to scout running possibilities was a big fat strike out. We started at the Hilton, and it looked promising at first since the guy near the dock pointed us to where we could park the dinghy and we headed past the reception area up by the pool looking for the front of the hotel and the corresponding road. Turns out there’s no road on the motu. The front of the hotel is perched on the water and visitors are shuttled by water from the airport (which is on another motu) by a motor catamaran. Well, maybe I could run on the beach? As we started to make our way to the sand we saw the security guard waving and motioning to us. Damn. Caught. He was extremely nice and told us we would need to check in with reception before we could look around the resort. Tim started chatting him up and asking him if there was any hiking on the motu or anywhere else in Bora Bora, and he looked at us like we were crazy and simply said, “I’m sure I don’t know of any.” I guess people don’t go to Bora Bora to hike. The receptionist was equally polite and told us since the hotel is quite full that normally they don’t let visitors into the resort. However, she would let us stay for 10-15 minutes, and if we would like to have a drink at the pool, that would be OK too. I didn’t ask, but I’m guessing that running up and down the beach while the paying guests are relaxing in their lounge chairs would be frowned upon. The beach didn’t look that nice for running anyway, as it was a bit soft and steep.

It was easy to see that this was a higher class establishment than we had been bumming around at in Moorea. Not just because they didn’t let us stay, but because of the high quality of their public relations. Both the security guard and the receptionist were as nice and polite as they possibly could be. And I loved how the receptionist was basically telling us we could only stay a short while, but she turned it around like she was doing us a favor, making an exception for us because we’re special, and we should walk away feeling good about it. Text book.

We also took a very wet and bumpy dinghy ride over to the southwest tip of the main island, and there was obviously a road there, but nowhere to land the dinghy. A privately owned dock was there mocking us.

So, yesterday I was grouchy. I didn’t want to come to Bora Bora in the first place and now I can’t even run (at least from where we are currently anchored.) I got over my grouch by doing other things I like to do, and then today I went for a paddle (on one of our stand up paddle boards) between Motu Toopua and a little tiny islet just off its southeast tip. There was actually live coral back there with big lipped clams! Not exactly fit for snorkeling though, since it was only about a foot deep.

A cold front is approaching, and tomorrow as it passes there will likely be a drastic wind shift to a more southerly direction. There are plenty of other anchorages on the island with south protection, so should it be necessary, there will, actually, be somewhere to run.

-D.