… no boat in sight. Even if we fixed the pickup time very clearly. Well, maybe the guys are a bit late.
After quite some waiting, we prefer to contact them. Just, we don’t have a cellphone to call, just internet – and we don’t remember the name of the boat or the agency providing the transfers.
A long search until we find the phone number of our apartment’s owner. Still no way to call. Finally, we ask a guy cleaning up the motu for the next cruise ship arriving. Despite all our efforts, the gentleman doesn’t seem to be too helpful. He just claims not to have a cellphone and no plan to return to Uturoa. And nobody else is on the island.
In the meantime, the sunset is getting closer. A last attempt to escape the island. A WhatsApp to the apartment owner. Maybe he answers.
Meanwhile, we already prepare our stay overnight. Make a pre-selection of the chicken we’ll grill for dinner – just, there’s no more beer – that’s the problem.
Then wonders happen. We get an answer by WhatsApp. The landlord calls some people at the port, even promises to drive there to sort out the whole issue. And suddenly a boat approaches. A different boat with a different captain. He tells us the whole story about all kinds of misunderstandings, grandma’s sudden passing away, and Auntie Julie’s birthday party.
Whatever, be warned, it looks like the guys are not too reliable. Maybe a good idea to just pay them once you’re back at the port, not as we did.
And now? Time for our sundowner at Fish&Blue’s – what else could it be.