At dawn, after a rainy four-day passage, we reach the harbor of Honiara on the historic island of Guadalcanal. We had been warned that the city was a “shithole,” so we’re pleasantly surprised to find friendly locals, decent infrastructure—and, most importantly, sunshine. With no well-protected anchorage available, we leave Honiara the very next day and continue sailing toward the Russell Islands. Here, it feels as though we’ve left civilization completely behind. Locals paddl

We got into a different marina so the riggers could do work on the broken forestay, and they arrived on time and fixed it in a day. Great work from the team at PY Rigging services. All the work we needed to get done in Fiji was finished, we had all the provisions on board and full tanks of diesel and water; we were ready to go and excited to get moving again. When we cast the lines off, the staff from the marina sang us their beautiful Fijian farewell song (it’s the video) an

Crusing the Yasawas We sailed from Yadua Island to the Yasawas, a 50-mile-long island chain in western Fiji. We planned for about two weeks to explore the islands of the archipelago one by one. As Tony mentioned in the last post, when anchoring near remote villages in Fiji, you must do a Sevusevu, a traditional welcoming ceremony, with the local chief. In the first village we visited in the Yassawas, multiple people claimed to be the chief! It turned out several locals try to