After reveling in Santo’s charms, preparing Ah Ma with fuel and goods, we set sail on June 24th towards the Solomon Islands, targeting the humble port of Honiara, a relaxed 4 to 5 days downwind journey away. The sail was serene, a mix of sporadic light rain and favorable winds propelling us at a constant 7 knots, covering 180 miles a day.
With Alma aboard and the previous problematic passenger gone, our spirits soared, operating in a smooth rhythm, like a well-oiled machine. We landed in Honiara on June 28th, enduring the usual paperwork rituals in the island’s laid-back manner. The town streets, unfortunately, were marked by red betel nut spit, giving a somewhat lackluster vibe.
Off to Roderick Bay on Ngella Island, our next stop. Advertised as a welcoming and secure anchorage, local kids guided us in, and the village chief, John, extended his warm hospitality.
At the Bay, days were spent snorkeling, working on the boat, and enjoying the laid-back island routine. But schedules beckoned, nudging us to leave the peaceful bay on July 3rd, heading to Noro, an industrial tuna harbor. The port’s reality was far from inviting, driving us to hasten our departure.
Our sights were now set on Port Moresby in Papua New Guinea, contemplating the unforeseen challenges that awaited us on the journey ahead..Read more