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Photo Gallery - November 2003 

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The skipper at the helm as we leave Tarawa, Kiribati.

 

 

 

 

 

The "Kiribati Chief" anchored at Tarawa. We waited several extra days at Tarawa for fresh vegetables which arrived in refrigerated containers aboard the supply ship.

 

 

 

 

Leaving Tarawa, Jordan at the helm and Jonah lounging.

 

 

 

 

 

Kate on lookout duty while entering the lagoon at Butaritari about 100 miles North of Tarawa. Also part of Kiribati, Butaritari is the Northernmost atoll in the Gilbert group and our second and last stop in Kiribati.

 

 

 

 

 

Mark of "Dirty Dotty" anchored in the Butaritari lagoon welcomed us as we came into the main anchorage by the main village (also called Butaritari).

 

 

 

 

The S/V Athanor at anchor off Butaritari village.

 

 

 

 

 

The S/V Infidien with Butaritari village behind it. There were 3 other sailboats at Butaritari when we arrived, all of which we had met at Tarawa the previous week. During our time there, 4 other boats arrived making a total of 7 boats, a record for Butaritari which last year (according to the local police official) saw only 4 or 5 boats the entire season.  

 

 

 

View of the lagoon taken from the village. The land jutting out into the lagoon is the (very long) deep water wharf where the supply ship moors.

 

 

 

 

Right by the main village, half sunk in the lagoon, are the remains of a Japanese seaplane from WWII. The Japanese occupied Butaritari in the 1930s and kept possession  of it until US forces removed them from the atoll (and all of the Gilbert Islands) in 1942 after taking Tarawa to the South.

 

 

 

Another shot of the Japanese seaplane.

 

 

 

 

 

One more of the seaplane. It continues to amaze us that a place as peaceful and remote as this atoll was involved in World War II. Although much evidence of the occupation and liberation of the atoll can be seen, to the casual viewer (except for this obvious, glaring example) all of it is well hidden.

 

 

 

A new platform hut being built in Butaritari village.

 

 

 

 

 

These are some of the huts in the same area as the one being built above. These structures provide shade during the heat of the day and are built off the ground to allow ventilation below and to keep pigs and animals off the floor. 

 

 

 

 

Another group of similar platform huts. 

 

 

 

 

 

A group of kids we passed along the road in Butaritari village.

 

 

 

 

 

Sign for the Guest House and store in Butaritari village.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This interesting hut is built out over the water right near the seaplane wreck. 

 

 

 

 

 

Kate conversing with one of the local inhabitants who just happens to be a pig.

 

 

 

 

 

This is the inter-island transport ship which makes the run between Butaritari and Tarawa, a trip of over 100 miles in open ocean. The Peace Corps volunteers we spoke with told us they much prefer to take the plane which comes twice a week.

 

 

 

 

Jonah all set to get in the water with his snorkeling gear. Here we are anchored just inside the Northern pass into the lagoon. The entrance is between two coral reefs and there is no land around anywhere. A reef that dries at low tide provides protection to the West and a small islet is about 2 miles to the South and another 3 or 4 miles to the North. The water was incredibly clear due to the distance from any land and the feeling was of being anchored in mid-ocean.

 

 

 

 

Kate and Jonah snorkeling around the boat. The current here was so strong they had to fight to get to the bow then they would drift back at incredible  speed. We trailed a 50ft line with a float attached off the stern so we could catch it and pull ourselves back to the boat.

 

 

 

In this shot you can see how clear the water is here. The depth is about 30ft though it looks like 5 ft. At night with the moon shining the affect was quite amazing.

 

 

 

 

Kate and Jonah walking on the reef at low tide. At high tide this scrap of rock is completely underwater. 

 

 

 

 

 

View from the reef flats toward the anchored yachts (the second boat is "Dirty Dotty").

 

 

 

 

 

Jonah learns to make meatballs. Here he is mixing the meat ingredients while the chef instructs him in the finer points.

 

 

 

 

 

Jonah chilling in the cockpit while we move anchorages.

 

 

 

 

 

A visit from some spinner dolphins added some joy and excitement to the day as we moved from the Northern anchorage down to the Keuea Village anchorage in the SE part of the lagoon.

 

 

 

 

 

Jonah is completely enthralled with dolphins and calls out to them as they swim below our bow. He calls out to them and they do tricks for him under the bow like corkscrews and such.

 

 

 

 

 

Kate at the helm while we are moving anchorages.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kate huddles under the awning to get some shade while we are underway to in the lagoon.