Our last stop in French Polynesia was in the Marquesas Islands. We tendered near the village of Taiohae on the Island of Nuku Hiva.
Nuku Hiva is the largest island in the Marquesas and is also one of the most isolated in the world. There are only two small villages on the island, which has a total population of under 3000. There are a couple of grocery stores, a pharmacy, and a hospital that looks to be not much bigger than my house.
We tendered ashore hoping to get a taxi for a tour around the island. However, there were no taxis or tours being offered and as we were unhappily heading back to the tender we lucked out. One of the Viking staff working at the tender pier left his post and walked toward the village. Upon his return he informed us that someone would be along shortly to pick us up. A woman driving a Toyota truck then showed up. As she spoke minimal English she drove to her sister's (who once lived in Australia). We then were able to communicate our needs and a reasonable price for what turned out to be a four-hour magnificent tour.
Our driver was wonderful and her English improved as we worked our way across the island. As we were touring through the lunch hour she stopped and picked wild breadfruit and other wild fruits for our lunch. First time I ever tasted breadfruit and now understand why Captain Bligh was sent twice to Tahiti to load up on these plants.
Nuku Hiva is exactly what one would hope for in an island in the South Pacific. It is pristine and totally unspoiled. There are only a few roads and they are so steep and with so many s-shaped curves that a vehicle almost never goes faster than 25 kms. We travelled most of the roads as well as a lot of off-road passages.
Horses are everywhere, some being ridden, some tethered, lots just standing on the roads where they seem to outnumber vehicles (no cars, only trucks). The locals use them to travel around the island and children ride them bareback to school.
Experiencing the main dining room; At home when I set the table for dinner guests I usually line up the table cloth with the creases that come from ironing. On this ship, at least, once the cloth has been carefully positioned on the table, the waiter uses a squirt water bottle to moisten the pressed seams until they disappear. Once I even saw a waiter retrieve a steam iron to remove a particularly troublesome seam. Next time any of you come to dinner check to see if my table presentation has improved any.
A week or so ago I commented to the MaƮtre Di about the pleasantness of two of the waiters (one from Indonesia, one from Ghana). Now we are only seated at tables that are in their section. What I especially like is that they don't offer us the included "wine of the day". Instead they show up at the table with only wines that are among my favorites. Also, they put some space between courses, rather than treating us like Americans, who think that dining is a speed challenge where one tries to be the first out of the restaurant.
Choir: After 4 weeks of practice our volunteer choir got to perform. We opened the show in the main theatre with 3 numbers from "South Pacific". The packed house gave us a standing ovation, although I expect that was more due to spouses and friends in the audience than to the quality of our performance. Our director was quite amazing, better than any director I have even had. She had an uncanny talent for getting everything possible out of a choir of geriatrics. I even followed her direction and restricted myself to a single glass of wine at dinner prior to our singing.