the day after this feast we hiked to the third highest waterfal in the world, a brisk ten mile round trip through ancient ruins. this is one of the few places on earth where there once was ten times the population. It seems the good Christian missionaries feeling the need to prove converts went to heaven killed ninty percent of the population sending them to thier new found salvation. Way to go! We had a glorious swim in the cool pools under the falls.
Again that night we were blessed with the company of the Aka family, i brought them out to Furthur for another great dinner after which we broke out the guitars and had a great sing a long. When we were singing “Knocking on Heavan’s Door” we knew we were there.
Tomorrow we beging the short three day passage–yup a three day boat ride has suddenly become short, hahaha– to the Tuamotus, where i will hook up with some Dannish and English dive buddies for world class diving in crytal clear water with skads of sharks, yipeee!