Off we drove into Atuona to find a shop for food, and scoured the shelves for food stuffs. Then onto a second shop for a couple of bottles Tahitian rum. Back in the car, down to the water, load everything onto shallow yellow speedboat. (Its morning as I write and how the cocks crow). Eventually after much toing and froing we were slamming on the waves. What had looked fairly calm from on shore were seemingly mountainous waves. It took us an hour or so to travel past Hiva Oa and across and onto Taota (however that is spelled). I was deliciously wet from the experience and severely salted and wind blasted. But it was exhilarating. And I realise the skill of one of the Marquesans was second to none to negotiate those seas in our craft. It truly was a test. No hint of seasickness.