it’s really great here, so much different than on the ocean – very green, with lots of mountains. It rains a lot, too, but when it’s sunny, it’s really burning (I’ve been trying to cure my sunburnt lips for more than two weeks now). I’m meeting more and more people and making friends with them. The inhabitants of the island invite me to go hunting or just to have dinner with them. Everyone here is tattooed. The tattoo designs from French Polynesia are very distinctive...well, maybe I should get one, too?  Actually, the only thing that prevents this place from being my favourite place in the world is black volcanic sand, which makes the beaches here unusually dark and colours the water black, too... As a result, you are not able to see sharks, which seem to be virtually everywhere. Luckily, I managed to find someone to clean the bottom of Tanasza, otherwise I would have to continue my cruise with tonnes of seaweed stuck to the yacht. The sharks are so huge that there’s no way for me to stay in water longer than few minutes, oh no! Plus, there are some little ‘flies’ here, very small, but more bloodthirsty than mosquitoes: they seem to bite out your flesh, and then it’s difficult to heal these wounds. Well, hold on a sec, I need to scratch my back...There’s always something going on with Tanasza – the alternator died, the capstan refused to cooperate, the bilge pump switch got broken, then the water pump itself... be clever and self-sufficient, huh? Easier said than done!For some time, Tanasza had a guest onboard – Olga, a Columbian woman lived with me for some time – it seems that helping others has become my hobby:) By the way, my fabulous toilet (i.e. the only bucket on the yacht) got drowned during this visit. I still like helping others, though;)