About
3 miles south of the village of Hanavave on the island of Fatu Iva is
the larger village of Omoa. The anchorage is supposed to be more
open and rolly, so we decided to take the dingy down there and check
it out. This gave us a chance to see the rugged coast line we missed
when we arrived here just after dark. It is down there by the tall
hill behind the next point.
One
of the impressive crevasses on the way.
Steep
rugged terrain is why there are only the two villages on Fatu Hiva.
The
village comes into view with a deep valley behind and larger church.
We
tied up at the quay. Our inflatable among the small aluminum boats
mostly also from Hanavave.
The
Welcome to Omoa sign with Tiki and a 6 man racing va'a.
We
noticed many tikis throughout this village, including these by the
government offices.
This
one was in a fence.
This
one is on the road coming from the quay.
There
were several by the tourist office too. Me with the orange stone
one.
And
this one in front of the office on a planter.
Inside
the tourist office we found this interesting poster about the many
different tikis that have been found throughout the Marquesas.
At
the tourist office we picked up a schedule for the festival in
December on the island of Tahuata and got she drew us a map to find
the ancient stone petroglyphs we had read about. The houses in this
village are well groomed.
Flowers
line the road.
This
man waved at us while working on his Polynesian lawnmower (a weed
wacker).
He
had a beautiful gardens both flower and vegetable. His raised bed
veggie garden reminded me of the ones my Aunt Rhema planted at her
house in Virginia.
As
we walked up the road we went past the red roofed white church we had
seen from the sea.
There
are many very nice homes here.
This
guy has a nice view of a god made tiki on the mountain behind him.
Many homes had big rock outcroppings behind them.
A
neatly kept garage for an offshore fishing boat and utility trailer
built from modern materials.
We
finally find the green house where we are supposed to turn on the map
to find the petroglyphs.
As
we arrive in the wooded area we found the pig pens also drawn on our
map.
Poor
little (big) piggie. Not much room to run around, but mostly raised
for food, not as a pet!!
Coming
down the path were these men who had just harvested some coconuts to
make copra with. They were very friendly and confirmed we were on
the correct path.
Continuing
up the hill, we see lots and lots of coconut trees.
And
the spot where they left the husks to burn.
We
had a feeling we were getting close when we spotted this tree with
ancient looking stones stacked around it.
We
checked this rock, but it was not the one we were looking for, but it
was being split in two by the tree!
This
rock looks suspiciously like a good one to carve on.
Sure
enough we found many petroglifs, some quite worn though the years.
Is this tiki eyes or a snail??
Obviously
a man, looks similar to the one on the way to the waterfall we found.
A
very large person?
Definitely
a boat.
And
the most famous one, the fish. So since that was my nickname in
college, Mike took my photo with him.
A
good view of the whole chiseled rock.
On
the way back down the hill, it started to sprinkle.
But
not enough to put out the fire across from the banana trees.
In
among those banana trees we see bee hives. Someone has to pollinate
all of those flowers!
There
is quite a root ball under these palms and look at the size of that
boulder!
Big rock!!
Back
down by the green house where we turned is a large copra shed with a
roof over it to keep the rain off and it keeps the fire wood dry
too!
We
walked further up the main road and found more lovely homes well
decorated with plants.
I
love the big wrap around porch on this one. Great place to sit and
hang out, come rain or shine!
The
things in their driveway were these banana drying racks under
plexiglas to accentuate the suns rays(when it is shining!).
The
creek through the village was running strong.
When
we got to the bridge where the road goes over the creek, it started
dumping down rain!!
To
be continued.................
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