Stan with the
Van said he would take us to the airport, but it was his wife Seini who turned up instead.
She said she'd had enough of the kids and the washing up and it was her turn to get
out of the house. At the airport, Seini and I waited while Flemming went into the
terminal to file the flight plan, pay the landing fee and arrange for refueling.
Seini was fascinated to learn about our travels and not in any hurry to go
home. She told me how frustrated she was to be so housebound and would love to leave
Tonga again and see the world. Stan, on the other hand, seemed quite
content to be back in his home country.
Half an hour later, Flemming appeared. The precious barrel of fuel
had not been delivered to the airport as promised. It was Saturday. The
manager of BP was out of the country. He called the manager's wife at home and she
tried without success to contact the employee who was supposed to deliver the fuel.
Seini suggested that we all go and search out the employee and the barrel, but we felt
sure it was a lost cause until Monday. We didn't want to waste any more time fussing
about fuel when we had a beautiful beach awaiting us on Foa Island (Ha'apai), where we had
reservations at the Sandy Beach Resort. We still had 7 hours of fuel left, enough to
get us to Western Samoa, although we wouldn't have enough to visit the northernmost Tongan
island, Niuafo'ou, as we'd planned. We could have waited to refuel on Monday but we
had seen all we wanted to see on Tongatapu. So we decided to leave without the fuel
in the hope that they would either reimburse us or ship the barrel to us in Vava'u (our
third port of call in Tonga).
There had been rain showers while we hung about the airport but the
sun was shining again when we took off. It was a short and sweet flight of 50
minutes to the cute little airport of Lifuka, where we were met by Jürgen, the German
owner of the Sandy Beach Resort. The Resort is at the northern tip of Foa island,
reached by a causeway from Lifuka. Its beach has to be one of the most beautiful in
the world. The snorkeling isn't the greatest as most of the corals have died - due
possibly to the warm El Niño current - but it was wonderful just to be able to swim
and relax in the shade. We spent all afternoon doing just that with no qualms at
all. This may seem incredible, but after 3 and a half months of 'holiday', we
couldn't remember ever taking it easy for even half a day!
Apart from Jürgen and his wife Sigi who ran the resort, we only
had 7 other fellow guests, from Canada, Austria and the UK. There was a cosy, family
atmosphere and we all dined together at a large table. The Canadians, Darren and
Kim, were also on a long trip. Actually, theirs was longer than ours - 10 months -
and they were able to take it at a much more leisurely pace as they were only visiting
Australia, New Zealand and the South Pacific.
The next day was Sunday. Audrey and Ray had told us not to
miss Church on Sunday in Tonga as this is THE event of the week. Jürgen goes to
Church every Sunday so he drove us there. Like the locals, he wore the
traditional Tongan grass skirt. When we arrived at Pangai Catholic Church there was
a large gathering outside. I should think the whole population of Lifuka Island was
there in their Sunday best. The singing during the service was amazing. The
choir had such beautiful voices. They weren't holding hymn books and I was told that
they have to learn about 200 hymns by heart.
Waka hurricane hit Tonga on 1st January this year. The most
affected group of islands was Vava'u, but Lifuka also suffered some damage and we saw
several fallen trees. After Church, Jürgen drove us to Virginia's museum.
Virginia moved here some years ago from the US and decided to create the only museum in
the Ha'apai group. The Waka hurricane damaged her original museum, baptised the
'smallest museum in the world' and she had to relocate to a house on the other side of the
street. The museum contains local artefacts and curiosities. Flemming was surprised to see
a photo of Peter Goldstern's seaplane there. Our friends Margi and Gerard Moss met
Peter in Tonga on their round-the-world trip about 10 years ago. They put Flemming
in touch with him and we hoped to meet Peter here since he was planning to return to Tonga
by this time with a Beach 18 and work for the Crown Prince. (Tonga is the last
remaining Polynesian monarchy). But Peter's new plane is not ready yet so we won't
get to meet him here after all.
The weather was more unsettled today but it cleared up enough in
the afternoon to enjoy a swim and a stroll along the beach before a delicious dinner of
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Stan's wife Seini who wanted to come with us! |