The Native Iowan

I sit in the bar at the Vuda Marina. I have been onboard ICE. Things are coming together. Coming together nicely…

No photos yet, she’s on the hard, in pieces, and not looking like herself.

Don and Brownie reckon we splash Thursday. Once the hull is wet the real work can begin. Its going to be a lot of work but also a lot of fun too.

We’re on the west coast of the Big island, Fiji. The low tide/ exposed reefs give off a pungent perfume. The lyrical lilt of the Fijian language makes me smile. A nice breeze blows in with the sparkling rays of the dimming sun.

Yee haww… I’m going sailing… more later…