(Haapiti, Moorea, Society Islands, French Polynesia)
Let me first say that our crossed-fingers trick only got us as far as 6 am the following morning in Papeete. Yesterday we were awakened by the loud-speaker of a very large tugboat kindly asking us to get the hell out-of-the-way. As expected, anchoring was not allowed in that area and an incoming container ship would soon be manoeuvring its way, by and through, our current position. We quickly upped the anchor, moved into the marina long enough to grab fresh produce from the city market, and set sail for Moorea!
A sail that was rough and grey. We had been gazing at the lofty skyline of Moorea’s peaks for weeks from Tahiti, though when we finally made our way over to it yesterday, the clouds were so socked in that we couldn’t even see land as we dropped our anchor inside Matauvau Pass. Which, for the record, is the hairiest pass we have encountered yet! The swell was coming in big and beefy as we surfed Oceanna into the safety of the inner lagoon. And although I wanted to be scared, there was a pack of dolphins escorting us through the worst part, so I knew all would be fine.
We chose to come to Haapiti, on the southwest side of Moorea, for what else, but the surf! Through some reading of Gregory’s, most likely on Magic Seaweed, he learned Haapiti’s pass boasts a long, left-handed reef break. And should Gregory have an ideal surf locale, it’s a long, left-handed reef break.
If our conditions entering the pass on Oceanna were any indication, these last couple days were, unfortunately, not the days to be riding model waves at Haapiti. Big three meter swell and onshore winds made for messy-lumpy waves. Yet a little chop isn’t enough to dampen Gregory’s get-up-and-go. He was out morning and night to ride the burly beasts rolling in. Between those surfs we ventured into land to take in the picturesque surroundings.