Quiet night, lots of sleep, and a morning visit from old friends.
It was a quiet night and I got plenty of sleep. Woke up to dolphin friends. Here are a few photos. I will post more in the portfolio when I get a solid connection.
Left: mid-leap, mid-pod. Right, top: three or four going in formation. Right, bottom: a closer pass, looking up at the boat.
A quiet email when a new dispatch is filed. Nothing else, no schedule, no clutter.
Confirmation by email. One click to unsubscribe at any time.
A goat named Billie, a church far too big for its island, and the well-practiced grammar of leaving.
An evening in the hall at Rikitea for Fete des Meres, where the mothers of every age were the entire point.
A planned departure becomes a foot-bound circumnavigation, a chicken-killing support dog, and a porch full of pearls.