Reappear in the world after a one month blink. Time that was lived in “no place” because there was not a single nigth spended in the same geographical coordinates as the night before. An intense journey from the moment the coast of the American continent disappeared in waves. A shock of impression when realizing “there was no turning back here”… but then … then the silence … a pause in life, a break from the pace of the man’s world. A puse to observe the moment itself…
The calendar said it was Sunday when we saw the shadow of something sticking aut to the usual perpetual horizon. The days had lost meaning, the boat had been without electicity the day before, I could not remember the last time I took a shower, and it seemed like I’ve forgotten the smell of soil because the salt. I saw the distant island for 24 hours before arriving and I wondered: What could be doing the inhabitants of Nuku Hiva? How it would be a normal Sunday in the remotest island in the world? The Marquesas Islands are probably the most beloved for those who cross the Pacific Ocean as they are the first land that one return to the man’s world.
We entered to Taiohae Bay crossing the mountain gates. Other sailboats were resting in the water. We droped anchor and the movement finally stopped. It stopped! We floated with a slight sway and jumped on the dinghy to go ashore. While I was going away from En Pointe for the first time I turned to look at the small yellow world in which I lived. I got a feeling of detach from something to which he had belonged.
I got to ashore. I walked with weak legs, sea legs, because my muscles had weakened. At the beginning a little as drunk, or rather like a child learning to walk? I learned to walk again then. I jumped around expecting that everything will move… but not… then I found everything so fixed, so disturbingly solid. My mind was confused, again playing a joke on it. I was overwhelmed by all the new things I saw: trees, yes, they were Uru trees and were very green, mountains, flowers, animals, horses, colors… people, voices, houses, languages! (French and marquisien). So much for someone who has only seen blue for long. I walked and I got tired quickly, my heart was beating hard, I took a deep breath… it had lived at sea level and suddenly I was going up. I felt the change in the whole body, in my mind, in my impressed heart.
On the island of Nuku Hiva the first thing I found were smiles. Kaoha! every person that crosses on the way said . The friendliness of the people of Polynesia is famous among sailors; relaxed and simple; warmly smiling to welcome those who brought the wind.
Total population of the largest island in the region = 2,600 people. The Marquesas are “the garden of French Polynesia ” is pure nature, there is any big building, however I was impressed by the degree of “development”. Tecnically is France and that can be seen in their few streets as neat such as Switzerland, in Baguettes, in their laws, and in the education, and health system.
How is the land beyond the other side of the Pacific?
The Marquesas are a land of lava, young and green islands where everything grows. Are islands of towering mountains in the sea, floating mountains, hills newborn.
A land where there is no cold seasons but fruit in season all year.
A land that sleeps peacefully under the most beautiful spectacle of stars. Here there is no nightlife besides the ones made on the shore, no rush in here.
A land where few humans live and the language of their ancestors is learned as well as the national language in the schools.
A land with talking drums and ukuleles.
An island where life is on land, but it is known that one belong to the sea.