After crossing a hundred and fifty six miles of deep blue ocean we reached the entrance to the lagoon of Fanning Island in the morning. Like clockwork our crew dropped the dinghy in the water and tied the Kwai to its 2,5 ton mooring anchor in the lagoon.
This time the Department of Agriculture gave us a hard time with the paperwork, but at least the officials gave permission to disembark out passengers. They were all waiting impatiently to go home, because the celebration of Independence day is coming up soon. Because of this event we could see b ig groups of people rehearsing for the parades on shore. Locals dressed up in brightly coloured costumes, bearing banners and marching to imperial brass band recordings. The whole setup is a bit awkward, considering the fact that these people celebrate the independence of their former British colonist by copying their way. I’m glad to see some groups dressed in beautiful local costumes though.
After a fruitful day of working cargo on Saturday and Sunday morning, Brad allowed most of us to go and explore the island on Sunday afternoon.
Once again, our crew changed in Fanning Island. Banu, Kabi and Beeni stepped off. Nimo, Tatireta and Tekateke stepped on. In the galley, Teruia and Tabai were replaced by Arina, Tokaniman and Teraititi. Because of sudden heavy rolling, a bucket full of raw sugar tumbled down into the common area. No other mishaps than that for now.