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Balder and Joost, both live in Amsterdam when they're not travelling the world. While they know each other for years, it was still a big challenge to travel together. Preparation of the Tokelau Voyage started months ahead by choosing the right schedule, and the right time to go. They prepared and packed and planned to visit an island resembling Fantasy Island or Bounty Island? (no link to the chocolate bar). The diary starts in Apia, capital of the country of Western Samoa.
Part 4: Down the Pacific - One hell of a boat ride.
Monday morning we departed from Nukunonu to the last atoll to visit, Fakaofo.
The weather forecast wasn't that good and the waves were high. The captain of our ship the Tokelau MV, a boat of 35 meters, assured us that she was well matched against this conditions. The question now was, are we? Of course we already had been on the boat for many hours, but at calm sea. Being on the ocean is then a pleasure, you can watch beautiful sunsets, spot big fregat birds, other sea birds, sea turtles, dolphins and many fish (i.e. sperm whales, skipjacks and many flying fish). And sleeping is easy, but could we bear this storm?
Most of the passengers tried to get some sleep. Everyone was sleeping on the deck, because this ship only has two beds in a cabin, and they were occupied by the islands Faipule (head of the atoll).
The continuous motion of the waves rocks you asleep, I didn't feel sleepy at all! The rocking motion kept me awake and even after trying to have my eyes closed for a moment it didn't make me feel any better, on the contrary… Not sure if this is seasickness. I felt like nothing matters anymore. Looking at the horizon or sitting on the deck made me feel like I should stand up and go talk to someone and when I was going to talk to someone I thought just sitting and looking at the horizon wasn't that bad, really a hopeless feeling this was.
Half way of the trip, dinner was being served, one part of me thought, food! Another part said hmm you better think this over. Eating was difficult with this motion going on, my soup with rice eventually went down the belly. Luckily for me I saw that everyone had the same difficulties and that was a pleasure to watch. Dinner made me feel good again.
After having one of the worst nights in my life, the heavy rainfall soaked me; we had land at the horizon, the beautiful atoll Fakaofo.
The captain asked how did it go. I told him that I did not want to miss it, but hopefully never again.