A front came through and for the next three days it blew no less than forty knots. As you can see from the boat anchored just behind us, We could barely see through the wind and the rain.

While we were hunkered down in our cozy cabin, anchored in the lee of a small island in the lagoon of Bora Bora, we wondered what hell our friends who left on Friday were going through. By the end of the third day the wind began to abate and in the moring of the fourth day.