Leaving Honolulu Harbour at night is a pretty spectacular experience, looking at the illuminated skyscrapers look over the palm trees, and feeling the emotion of the departure for a long haul crossing.
Kayak (a polar hero about to become a tropics her) is going to be with us for this crossing in order to avoid quarantine upon arrival.
Once again, we leave behind Emmanuelle, Robin, Tom and Camille (we finally decided that this crossing would be way too long for our young adventurers) to do this crossing from North to South across the Pacific, which will take us to our final destination: Tahiti and French Polynesia.
In this part of the world, the islands have a major impact on the winds and currents, which ended up slowing us down in sailing away from the archipelago: 3 days in total, including one mooring in order to repair a genoa.
Thursday midday, we are approaching the South Eastern tip of Big Island, which means saying goodbye to the volcanic islands. If we decided to take a South Eastern route instead of going East, it is indeed because of the volcanic eruption that has been widely broadcasted in the media for the last few weeks: toxic smokes are coming out of the ground and are being pushed downwind (West), which means that passing West of the island is not recommended. In sailing around the Eastern tip of Big Island, Hawaii waives goodbye in the most unexpected manner, showing us a volcanic eruption from the safety of our boat cruising on the sea: we have just sailed on an erupting volcano!
The sky is red, reflecting the lava that is boiling in the crater and pouring on the flanks of the crater, above which we can see projections of liquid lava dozens of meters past the rim of the crater. I had never experienced a volcanic eruption, and this one will stay with me for its incredibly spectacular nature and before of the display of power coming from the earth.
Thanks Hawaii, Aloha!