Wednesday 13 May, (at Lenakel)
Yesterday was a strange experience, landing on the beach in the dinghy. Martin and Will dropped me off and left immediately, leaving me standing there in my blue shorts and white shirt and sandals, holding a red waterproof plastic bag (the ship’s papers) and facing what seemed like a sea of inquisitive faces.
Images of Capt Cook raced through my mind, just briefly, because Capt Cook’s words of greeting would not have been, “hello, can you tell me where the customs office is?”
I’m sure I’ll have an entertaining story tomorrow after going ashore again.
The sea has died off a bit now and the wind is down to 5-10kts.
All going to plan