Raiatea Take Two
Although my Madagascar doctor was unavailable on Friday, I had the rest of my stitches taken out by Bora Bora’s gynecologist/obstetrician who gave me a clear bill of health on the promise of three additional days of foot-elevated and Neosporin-laden recuperation. I’m sad to report that my formerly attractive feet, the recipients of two decades of tender pedicures and the pride of expensive designer shoes, will be forever scarred. Jimmy Choo sandals everywhere are in mourning … a small price to pay for the adventure of a lifetime! Hopefully the scar will be big enough so that people will say, oh Melissa, I love your Manolo Blahn … oh my god, what happened to your foot?
In any event, Melissa is now off the disabled list and back in action! As per usual however, it’s back to boat repairs. We left Bora Bora today and made the short trip back to Raiatea. The generator requires yet another massive repair, and this is the best place to get it done. The prevailing winds of the Pacific are easterly, and since Raiatea is southeast of Bora Bora, we steeled ourselves for a bad 20-mile afternoon of motoring. Luckily, the wind and the swell took it easy on us. We arrived back in Raiatea at the mooring ball field called the Carenage, and enjoyed a lovely frozen-and-reheated-Andy-specialty of blanqette de veau (we are so missing the fabulous Tahiti grocery store right now). As we enjoyed our dinner, the sun went down casting an incredible purple hue on the village ashore.