Ylang Ylang: under the spell of Mopelia

At Maupiti, we loaded some parcels for Mopelia, finally fewer than planned: “a cargo ship passed last week.” We arrived in the morning in front of the pass; it isn’t wide, but at slack water, we only had 3 knots of current against us. We anchored in the north of the atoll. Eighteen people live on Mopélia. As soon as we arrived, Marcello and Albert came to take delivery of their parcels and took advantage of the occasion to invite us to eat at their houses, in turn. In the evening, we ate with Albert. He offered us freshly-opened coconuts as a welcoming drink. On the menu: grilled lobster, raw fish salad and cucumbers (which grow on the atoll!) with tern eggs, and grilled chicken. The tern eggs taste very similar to those from a hen. To collect them, you first have to mark out a perimeter, then throw away all the eggs you find within it. When you return, 2 or 3 days later, the birds will have laid new eggs, which will inevitably be fresh. Not very kind to the birds, but effective. One of Albert’s cousins arrived in a ‘potimarara’ from Maupiti – 5 hours to cover 100 miles. He caught an enormous 40kg Spanish mackerel; the fish would be shared among everyone, ourselves included. At the end of a final meal, Adrienne gave us necklaces of shells, which she and her girls had made. After 18 months, we are leaving French Polynesia, where we have been dazzled by the scenery, enchanted by the culture and the inhabitants’ artistic abilities. But also by the particular kindness of the people on this atoll. Just like an oyster, it is hard to get into, but inside there is a pearl: the kindness and sense of hospitality of the inhabitants, who have their hearts set on leaving an excellent impression in the memories of passing sailors (who are leaving Polynesia), as a last gift at the time of leaving.

Who: Marie-Paule, Martial & Adrien
Boat: Ylang Ylang, Lagoon 421
Where: Mopelia, French Polynesia, Pacific Ocean.
Blog: www.levoyagedylang.com