I guess if I were somewhat vain I might consider the dangerous middle my ever expanding stomach. It seems to me that cruising should be where we lose those additional pounds with all that hard work and sacrifice. However, it seems to be the opposite. Guess I’m not working hard enough or maybe I’m enjoying the lifestyle a little too much. No, my dangerous middle just keeps expanding to suit the moment – but, it’s not my dangerous middle I’m talking about here rather the dangerous middle section of the Pacific Ocean joining Bora Bora and the Kingdom of Tonga.
It’s considered dangerous for a number of reasons and this year proved no different with the loss of a solo sailor’s boat on the reefs near Tonga. We’d crossed paths with Tim on a number of occasions since the Marquesas, and so we were very shocked to hear of his loss. Thankfully he was rescued, and is now safe in New Zealand after joining the crew of “Nellie Rose”, but our hearts ache for him and the loss of his home. It’s a sobering reminder of how easily things can go wrong. Having crossed the major part of the Pacific it’s tempting to feel a bit more complacent as the distances between destinations after Tahiti are not that great. Sadly a very false sense of security. The other problem which is of far greater concern is the weather in these regions. After spending time in the south east tradewinds the expectation is they will continue through this area but they don’t. Here you enter an area of disturbed and unsettled weather in the area known as the South Pacific Convergence Zone (SPCZ) which can be a downright nasty place. The SPCZ is where the equatorial easterly winds converge with (bump into) the south east tradewinds and where clouds form containing occasional heavy and squally downpours and where wind gusts reach 30 to 40 knots in the squalls
The other aspect of sailing in this zone is by the time you have reached it you’ve become accustomed to trusting the GRIB files that you religiously download every day, but you quickly discover that the accuracy of GRIBs go out the window rapidly in this area. One of the problems is that GRIBs can’t handle the data that is input from around fronts and troughs. So, with no satisfactory data to report they print these little circles which to the casual observer look like areas of no wind. There is, however, a big difference between an area of no wind and an area of insufficient data ………and that’s where you can get caught.
And so late on Saturday the 10th of October armed with our well intentioned GRIB files we set out from Niue heading for the Kingdom of Tonga and in particular the Vava’u group. According to our GRIBs the wind would be around 15knots with gusts to 20, all in all it should have been a pleasant 2 day sail. Yeah, right! As we left late in the day we had a reef in the main which will take us comfortably to around 24 knots and with the current sea state felt that it would be a reasonable night……yeah right! As the night progressed so did the wind and sea state, so late in the evening in went the second reef and reef in the genoa and we sailed along merrily with boat speeds in the 11 knot range with the occasional 13 with a little help from the sea state. During the next day the wind continued to build and we continued to reef, the genoa now with only a hanky out the front of the boat and speeds continued along the same lines. The sea state however was becoming unpleasant with very large cross swells shifting the boat about and at one point a very large cross swell picked up the port stern of the boat and nicely deposited it 90 degrees closer to windward. As the evening progressed so did our wind now blowing 25-28 knots gusting 30 so again we hunkered down for another night of rough conditions.
The wind and cross swells we could put up with but the straw that broke the camel’s back so as to speak was the rain- and not just normal rain but squally rain coming in horizontal sheets. Not so bad if your cockpit has clears and can be enclosed but not us – when you’re out there you’re out there and all that was left was to gather the soap and catch up on the weekly bath. Our timing was to arrive around 06:00am and then quietly motor to the main dock and await customs clearance. But even with our efforts to slow the boat down we arrived on …..oh god we crossed the dateline – now what day is it, oh that’s right Tuesday morning at 01:30am, just a little early. Now we had the not so nice task of cruising up and down the west coast of the island in pitch black conditions with blinding rain, trying to avoid Rehua who had arrived 2 hours earlier and were in the same holding pattern as us. After a number of exhausting hours glued to the AIS and squinting through the rain storms, dawn finally arrived and with it a smidgeon of visibility, with low cloud and mist swirling around the cliffs surrounding Neiafu harbour. Finally we had arrived …bloody GRIB’s!