July 25th 1982

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Diving in off the breakwater

Today was Sunday, so we decided to go to church, mainly to hear the singing, about which we’d heard many good reports.  So, all up early, so early, in fact, that with the help of a lift into town, we had plenty of time to kill.  The church was attractive, with big windows open to the elements.  And the singing was lovely – beautifully harmonised, tho’ there really weren’t enough people for such a big church, so the sound was not as rich + full as I would have liked.  And the service was otherwise boring, the more so, I suppose, because we barely understood a word.

Went for a short stroll afterwards down to the beach, + then to a house where they dried bananas, + where we bought some.  Then we bought some expensive ice-cream, + walked back.  A lazy Sunday afternoon – Val did some mending, Dave + I collected a small mountain of wood, + then we went for a swim, Val staying behind.  I find it takes quite a bit of my courage to dive in off the breakwater, since it’s higher than I would like.  But I do enjoy conquering my fear, nonetheless – diving in is much more fun than just floundering about in the water.

Our meal was excellent once again – fish, rice + peas, after which we had melon with coconut milk, + the remainder of the marshmallows.  Unfortunately, I managed to drop molten marshmallow onto my bare knee.  Yes, it hurt like hell, the closest I’ll ever come, I hope + imagine, to napalm.  Oh, the Taporo arrived.

More rest and relaxation, Sunday being a day for such things (not that any other days are very different.) Apologies for going on about diving. I didn’t notice at the time, not going back to read previous entries, but I do seem to have been a bit obsessed by writing about how much more I enjoy jumping in than just splashing around – I think you must have the picture by now.

The napalm like attack on my leg was stupid, painful, and with an aspect of hilarity, though with consequences to come.

The Taporo, by the way, was the name of the copra boat (and, we were to discover, the generic name for many trading boats in the region.)

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