Since leaving Musket Cove, we've been moving north up into the Yasawa Group. This is the first time really since Mexico that we've had unprotected anchorages and I realize how spoiled we've been spending a year anchored inside one reef or another. We've had a few pretty uncomfortable places and a few nights of pretty light sleep.
Totally gorgeous though...
The highlight for me has been diving an old WWII plane that crashed just offshore. The wreck itself is only moderately interesting (though I enjoy WWII history enough that it's still pretty neat even though there isn't much to see), but the family that lives on the beach was fascinating to talk with. The woman who lives there with her husband, daughter and grandchildren has been living in the same place for 75 years, and she remembers when the plane crashed and how they helped the pilot who survived. It really brought the whole thing to life for me. It was also wonderful to spend the afternoon chatting with the grandsons (who are all very well educated and well spoken, having gone to school "on the mainland") over green coconuts. It was a special day and will definitely standout.
No internet, so no pictures for awhile, sadly. We'll post when we're back.
That's awesome! What a story!
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