This morning we got up by 0600.
OBM prepared breakfast and some sandwiches for on the way I did my normal departure preparations. Then we lifted the hook and motored along the steep coast line of Fatu-Hiva towards Omoa.

The coast line is nice and wild the same time. A typical volcanic coast line with green surfaces and black, rough volcanic stone walls in between

The distance to Omoa is about 5 NM thus we pretty soon arrived. Not considering a local motorboat, we were the only yacht in the bay, thus dropped the hook in the middle of the bay at 10 m. Excellent hold. The bay had quite some swell rolling in. But for a catamaran it was not too much.

Pretty soon after arrival we took the tender into the tiny harbor. The swell inside was also quite high but with a stern anchor we could keep the boat away from the concrete wall.

The village appeared very quite.

Right at the waterfront the people of the village have a huge open place for cultural Marquesasian /Polynesian events. I hope I get a chance to see once such an event.

We left the waterfront and walked into the central street of the Omoa. Almost nobody were to be seen. The few people we saw were very friendly as always on these islands.

At the left side we saw something across a football field, which looked like a restaurant. OBM was sure it is one, I had doubts. We wanted to look at it later. It turned out, OBM was right.

After we passed a few houses more we saw a still open for 25 min supermarket. We went in, to see what they have to offer and bought sugar and canned butter to be able to make cookies or a cake.

Slowly we kept on walking; had a look at the museum from outside because it was closed. In a sports hall next door, a group of young men played football. At the next building there was a poster explaining about endangered birds. Endangered mainly by a black rats, which were brought into the Marquesas by boats from outside.

While keeping walking we saw plenty of shaddocks trees and hoped to see someone we could ask if we could possibly get some. At one place there were so many shaddocks and a bunch of leached dogs that I went into one of the properties, hoping that the barking of the dogs will make someone to come out and I could ask for some shaddocks, but nobody came out. All the houses around were without visible humans.

In the meantime OBM was ahead of me and I saw here “talking” to a lady. Coming closer I understood she asked with her typical smile and hand signs and the French word “Pampelmouse”.
She was successful. From the neighbor house a young English speaking lady look out of the window and asked to come to the other side of the house. She and 2 young ladies from the house where OBM asked, picked shaddocks and gave us 5. How wonderful and kind of them.

Happily we started walking back towards the waterfront. Then suddenly the English speaking lady came from behind. We started talking. It turned out that she is an Italian biologist working on a project to increase the population of an endangered bird. A project is sponsored also by the European Union. French Polynesia is a part of France, thus a part of Europe.

The village, although it is with a population of 300 people, 50 % larger than Hanavave, it appears smaller.

Finally we arrived back at MaRe and let the rest of the afternoon passing by. OBM took a swim and took a nap because we want to sail during the night.