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Hokule'a Log: Voyage to Rapa Nui
By Sam Low

Nainoa Thompson: "We cannot just be talking about and reading about our cultural revival we have to live it. We have to practice it. As we voyage we are creating new stories within the tradition of the old stories, we are literally creating a new culture out of the old."

The Challenge

By 1995, Hokule'a had sailed almost eighty five thousand miles since her launching twenty years earlier. She had voyaged between Hawaii and Tahiti five times, between Tahiti and New Zealand twice, and she had visited the Marquesas, Tuamotus, Cooks, the Australs and Samoa - all the corners of an immense tract of ocean that geographers call the Polynesian Triangle - except one, the eastern corner, which is occupied by a tiny island in an immense and empty sea. Europeans know it as Easter Island, but throughout Polynesia it is called Rapa Nui.

"We have never sailed to Rapa Nui before not because we didn't want to," Nainoa once said of the voyage, "but because we didn't think we could do it."

In 1999, he decided to try.

The trip Nainoa envisioned would be made in five segments - Hawaii to the Marquesas, the Marquesas to Mangareva, then on to Rapa Nui and back to Hawaii with a stop in Tahiti. Every one of those passages would be difficult - but none more than the third segment - the one to Rapa Nui.

Setting out for Rapa Nui from Mangareva, Nainoa expected to tack into almost constant headwinds, extending the distance Hokule'a must travel from 1500 seagull flying miles to more than 4000 zigzagging ones. Every mile would be cold and wet. The constant head winds would try the crew's endurance. Adding to the difficulty was the fact that Rapa Nui is a tiny target, only 14 miles wide. Navigating without instruments or charts, Nainoa and his crew would have to find the island by using only a world of natural signs - stars, waves and flight of birds. As an example of the exactitude required, an error of only a degree of latitude, calculated by the flickering light of a distant star, would cause Hokule'a to sail past the island. The next landfall would be South America - two thousand miles away.

The voyage, as Nainoa envisioned it, would be the ultimate test of the skills of ancient navigators and explorers, it would be a journey deep into the past - into the heart and soul of a people many consider the world's greatest ocean explorers, and it would be an opportunity to reunite the people of Rapa Nui, long a colony of distant Chile, with their Polynesian family to the west.

"We do not explore because it's easy," Nainoa told his crew as they prepared for the voyage, "we explore because it's a great challenge. We go to Rapa Nui in great humility and respect for our ancestors, we go to rekindle the pride and dignity of our people and to reunite our ancient seafaring family."

The canoe set off on June 15th from Hilo and traveled to the Marquesas where she made stops at Nuku Hiva, Ua Pou, Ua Huka, Tahuata, Fatu Hiva, and Hiva Oa - each island seemingly more beautiful than the last. Going ashore, the crew saw ancient temples, wild horses, deep crenellated valleys rich with vegetation, and mountains arching into the sky - landscapes so perfect in their effect they appeared almost Hollywood stage sets. Here, they experienced moments of deep human connection.

Enroute to Mangareva, Hokule'a anchored in Bounty Bay, Pitcairn Island, an isolated land of steep chocolate roads, fields rich with fruit and vegetables, and peopled by a large extended family - the descendants of the Bounty Mutineers. A few days later, the canoe docked at the government pier in Rikitea, Mangareva Island.

On September 11, the crew that would sail the Rapa Nui leg set out from Hawaii for Mangareva.


Nainoa: "We are going to the land of the people who I think were the greatest explorers of all time. The Polynesians were the colonizers of the largest nation on earth, but this particular leg to Rapa Nui had to be the most difficult one of them all. I go there in great honor of the people who found this tiny island.

On September 11, 1999, on the Hawaiian Air flight to Tahiti, Nainoa is leaning over his seat, talking with crewmembers Shantell Ching and Mike Tongg. They discuss the weather - a series of low and high pressure systems are migrating from west to east along the track they will take from Mangareva to Rapa Nui - and they assess the possibility of riding one of the lows to the east.

"It takes about 40 hours for a low to pass and it will bring winds from the west," Nainoa says, "so if we jump off and sail with it, we can extend our time in the low to about 60 hours. At six knots that gives us 360 miles. Getting east may not be as much of a problem as we think, but finding the island, that will be a problem. Rapa Nui is tiny and there will be few if any birds to help us find it. This is going to be a very mentally demanding trip."

Everyone in the crew knows the voyage will be unlike any they have made before and they have all prepared themselves for it in unique ways. Aaron Young, for example, stays awake for 20 hours at a time, sleeping three or four, then practices what he calls "keeping busy."

"One thing you don't want to do is let yourself get in a rut on the canoe," he says. " You have to find something to do, be helpful, vigilant, look around to see what needs to be done. And to prepare mentally for that, I don't allow myself any sloppy land habits, putting things off, for example. So before I leave on a voyage I get real busy doing chores - it gets my mind in shape for the discipline needed to be on the canoe."

Aaron also takes cold showers and increases his already strenuous level of physical exercise. "It's hard to go from a comfortable life on land where you sleep in a warm bed to being aboard the canoe where you are often cold and wet and you take baths in seawater and go to the bathroom over the side," he says.

Farther back in the aircraft's cabin, Doctor Ben Tamura, the medical officer, is reading an article entitled, "Preventive and Empiric Treatment of Traveler's Diarrhea," which was written by a colleague, Dr. Vernon Ansdell of Kaiser Hospital, a specialist in travel medicine. How has he prepared himself personally for the voyage? "I tend to get tendinitis when hauling on lines," he explains, "so a few months before leaving I carry a tennis ball in my car. On the way to the hospital in the morning, I squeeze it with my left hand and coming back home at night, I squeeze it with my right to strengthen my arm and wrist muscles."

He also spends a lot more time than normal in the sun and he changes his toilet routine. "It's not so easy to go to the bathroom in public," he explains, "so I get myself used to it by changing my routine. I began to use the lavatory at the hospital rather than the private one in my home. You know, on the canoe when you go to the bathroom the navigator is sitting just sixteen inches above you."

As on his last two voyages, Ben rewrote his will and spent a lot of time, even though on vacation, "cleaning house" as he puts it - tidying up his office work, sweeping out the garage, mowing the lawn - so he can focus totally on the voyage when its time to leave. He also conducted mental dry runs of what each day aboard Hoküle'a might be like-counting up the number of tee shirts, shorts, towels and underwear he might need.

"That helped me pack just what was really necessary," he says, "and allowed me to simplify, to lighten up on what I brought." But perhaps the most important preparation was what Ben calls "tolerance training," getting his mind ready for the kind of caring - of aloha - that the voyage will require. Tolerance training is partly a matter of daily meditation in which Ben visualizes life on the canoe, and partly a matter of daily "anger control exercises."

"I took the last ten days off from work," he explains, "and spent a lot of time surfing. I practiced letting other surfers take a wave, even though I was in position for it, and not getting pissed off when a surfer dropped in on me. Another thing I did," he continues, "was even more difficult - practicing tolerance in commuter traffic."

"Voyaging aboard Hokule'a has really taught me a lot about the word love," Ben goes on, "it's a word that is really misunderstood. People think it's about sex or that you can only have real love between a man and a woman. That's not what I'm talking about. My other trips have given me a feeling of what love is in an altruistic sense that I can't put into words easily. It's different than the media or even classic literature portrays love. It's like the word "aloha." How can you define that? There are so many different meanings."

Sitting next to Ben on the Hawaiian Airlines flight to Tahiti is Mike Tongg. "I began to prepare about three months before going to Mangareva," he says. "Every voyage is special. I feel like I am a servant of the canoe and, given my age (55 years old) I need to get in shape to handle the sails, the steering, and being in a difficult environment for so long. I also get ready mentally. I need to disassociate myself from the land and prepare my mind for the ocean and I do that by spending more time on boats. I begin to study the clouds and pay attention to the tides, be aware of sunrise and sunset. I try to get back in tune with nature."

Mike also reads his old diaries, written on the six previous voyages he has made. He exercises physically and he gets in touch with members of the crew to rekindle, as he puts it, "that bond of 'ohana with the family I will sail with."

"The spiritual side of life is real important to me," Mike continues. "The Lord has given me this opportunity for a purpose. In the past voyages, He has taught me that the strength to deal with hardships comes from within. I also look to the leaders of the voyage to learn from them. I see what I call a spiritual intellect in Bruce and Nainoa, for example. They are dedicated and focussed so that is one ethic that I try to emulate. In the past, in order to survive, the navigators had to focus and they needed inner strength. I need the same thing as a crew member, so I try to work hard on that."

The crew also needs to practice the philosophy of malama - of caring for the natural environment - of helping to create what Nainoa calls a sense of pono - of balance between all living things and the natural resources of the planet. As Nainoa explained in a recent interview, "The Polynesian genius is the ability to find sustainable ways to only take only as much from nature as nature can provide."

"The concept of malama," explains Tongg, "may have evolved from our heritage of long distance voyaging. Our ancestors learned they had to take care of the canoe and that if they did, the canoe would take care of them; they also learned that they had to take care of each other."

The malama philosophy is part of the life of every member of the crew. "When I was younger," says Mike Tongg, "voyaging was an adventure - a test - I just wanted to go, I didn't think about much else, just getting on the canoe. But now I think about a lot of other things before I go. I think about my family and being sure they are comfortable with my sailing. I think about my larger 'ohana, my community, and that all of us on the canoe represent our islands and our people - maybe hopefully even the aspirations of all people on planet earth. I think about what values the voyage has for all of us - both those aboard the canoe and those at home - the values of aloha, malama, of team work, self discipline, and of always having a larger vision of why we sail which
will carry us through the hardships ahead."

"This voyage will test us," says Nainoa. "There is no question about it. Each person aboard Hoküle'a and Kama Hele is totally committed to this voyage spiritually, mentally and physically." Pausing for a moment, Nainoa peers out the window. He sees empty ocean below, a route he has sailed perhaps a dozen times. But the voyage to Rapa Nui will be across another part of this ocean - one that is totally new for him and his crew.

"In the past when only I was navigating, nobody else really understood the system," Nainoa says, "it was just myself, and I would hallucinate, I would get very near collapse. But this time it would be foolish to do that, and there is no need because we have good navigators. We will have a top navigator on each watch. The navigator will double as a watch captain. Plus, frankly, at my age, I feel not as physically strong as I was twenty years ago. Just not. And being wise about that issue it is good to bring two experienced navigators, Bruce Blankenfeld and Chad Baybayan. While they are on watch, I can sleep and they can steer a course and when I get up they will tell me exactly where we have gone and I will recalibrate my own mental map. I think that's what it's going to take."

Bruce Blankenfeld and Nainoa are old friends, they fished together in a small commercial enterprise back in the 70s and Bruce is married to Lita Thompson, Nainoa's sister. "Bruce is the most natural ocean person I think I have ever met," says Nainoa. "Natural - everything is easy for him immediately. No adjustment time. No nothing. He is fine. Bruce changes from land stuff to ocean stuff by becoming extremely relaxed, extremely comfortable."

In appearance, Bruce is raffishly handsome. He has curly black hair, deep set eyes under prominent ridges, broad shoulders and thick canoe paddler's forearms. He exudes a quiet self-confidence, a man who has answers to things.

"Bruce is the kind of person that without the ocean you would take away half of his life. Nothing in his life would have the kind of importance and value without him having a connection to the sea, he is so innately inclined to the ocean."

The other watch captain is Chad Baybayan. Chad stands about five feet ten. A man whose physical center of gravity appears low to the ground, Chad has a swimmer's body, suggesting a capability of delivering powerful strokes and a strong finishing kick. He is dark by genetic makeup (he is part Hawaiian, part Filipino) and because he spends so much time in the sun - running, swimming, physically preparing for long ocean voyages. Chad will readily tell you that sailing aboard Hokule'a has been the seminal experience of his life - accounting for his inner sense of confidence, for the fact that he is about to receive a master's degree in education, for his happy marriage and fatherhood.

"Chad is the academic," says Nainoa. "He will study and train incredibly hard and he will get out here and he will force that training, he will force that information, he will mentally, academically, try to figure it out. He has an intensity, but if Chad gets too intense he gets tired. He needs that intensity but has got to find a way so that it doesn't exhaust him."

"The reason why we could not do this trip before but we can now is because these guys command so much respect that there are absolutely no questions on the canoe. No debates. Authority has been totally earned by Chad and Bruce so it's easy for anybody to get on board and serve them. That's why it will work. But without that kind of 100% commitment by the crew to this kind of earned leadership this would be, oh man, a tough job. To do this in 1976, forget it."


Tuesday, September 14 - Arrival

Rikitea, Mangareva, Gambier Islands, French Polynesia: The Air Tahiti STOL aircraft sweeps in over Mangareva's outer reef, flies low over a frothy turquoise sea stubbled with coral heads, and touches down on a cement strip laid like concrete frosting over the barrier reef. We disembark and collect 72 pieces of luggage shipped as cargo, 23 as baggage and 14 as hand carry - essential supplies for the voyage to Rapa Nui. After a short ride on the ferry, a forty foot converted fishing boat, we arrive in the harbor of Rikitea and moor alongside Hokule'a.

Expedition headquarters ashore is in a converted furniture workshop owned by our host Bruno Schmidt. As we unload our gear, heavy clouds scud across the mountain peaks above the village, bringing rain. We rig tarpaulins to shelter the crates of food and other supplies we have brought in from Tahiti. That night, after a Terry Hee dinner of soup, fish stew, teriyaki meat and rice, Chad Baybayan welcomes us to Mangareva. "I'm glad you are all here safely," he tells us. "Once we have accomplished a few chores we will be ready to jump off for Rapa Nui."

A lot had already been done. On the wall behind Chad, written on a large sheet of paper, is the work list:

Unload canoe and wash galley utensils, tupperware, water bottles
Clean foul weather gear
Wash compartments and air out
Inventory supplies and equipment from Tahiti
Repack and reload food
Fill water bottles and load

Many of the items have already been checked off.

After Chad's welcome, it is Nainoa's turn to speak. "I'm not going to kid you," he tells us, "this is going to be a tough trip. But looking around at all the folks assembled here, I know that we are going to make it and do it well and safely. I'm not saying that we will find Rapa Nui because that would be arrogant, but I am sure that if anyone can do it, we as a group can do it."

On the wall behind Nainoa are a series of weather maps from the French meteorological station on the hill overlooking the harbor. The maps show a succession of low-pressure systems that have moved in an orderly procession over the South Pacific in the last week. Today's chart shows a long front has formed between a low to the south of the island and a high to the northeast. As he talks, Nainoa runs his finger along the front.

"Today, we flew into this weather on the way down from Tahiti," he explains, "and we had turbulence and clouds most of the way. This front is causing the weather we are experiencing now."

Nainoa pauses to examine the maps for the previous two days, mentally calculating the front's direction and speed of motion.

"I think the system is moving east southeast along the line defined by the front at about 16 knots," he explains, "so that if it continues in that direction it might pass in about two or three days and be replaced by another low pressure system which may bring in westerly winds, just what we want. I've only been here two days, so I can't be sure, but if that happens I think that we had better be ready to go on Friday. It's too early to predict the weather accurately, but I can tell you one thing, when the wind is right, we're going to leave."

As the meeting breaks up, the crew who will sleep in the workshop lay out sleeping mats in nests they have created among crates, coolers and folded sails. The rest depart to bunks aboard Hokule'a or Kama Hele. A south wind sweeps in over the harbor of Rikitea stirring whitecaps. Rain slants across arc lights bathing the canoe and the escort boat as they pull against their mooring lines, bobbing and yawing in the choppy water of the harbor.

Thursday, September 16, Rikitea

In the last two days, the crew has been busy checking and packing gear and going over safety procedures aboard the canoe and the escort boat, preparing for possible heavy weather. Star maps have been laid out and the navigators - Shantell, Nainoa, Bruce and Chad - have been rehearsing the star alignments they will use for determining the latitude of Rapa Nui.

Today, Hokule'a is brought alongside the pier so that gear can be loaded and Kama Hele takes on water and fuel. Tonight, most of the crews will sleep aboard Kama Hele and Hokule'a to be ready for departure at short notice.

Today is also "Hokule'a Day" for the students of the Centre d'Education au Developpement - a vocational/technical school established by The Brothers of the Sacred Heart, a religious order from Canada. Chad conducts class for the sixty students at the school, after which Tava Taupu leads a tour of the canoe. The students, eighteen from Rikitea and the rest from the outer islands, learn the basics of steering by the stars and what life will be like aboard the canoe on the voyage to Rapa Nui.

The most frequently asked questions: "Where do you sleep?" "Where do you go to the bathroom?" "How do you steer the canoe?" And, "How does the man overboard beacon work?"

Nainoa, Chad and Bruce have been making regular trips up to the weather station to analyze the daily weather maps. We have experienced fairly steady southern winds, heavy clouds and occasional torrential rain. The prediction for yesterday was that the rain would stop today (which seems to be happening) and the wind will begin to back around to the east, then northeast - beginning its journey around the compass to the west, just what we want, perhaps by Friday or Saturday. But no one can be sure. It's also possible that a high-pressure system may join with a stationary high over Rapa Nui, establishing trade winds over the entire route to the island, which will mean constant tacking. And there is a weak low pressure system forming to the east, in the path of the front, which may cause it to stall over Mangareva. This might delay the wind shift that we need to sail to Rapa Nui without tacking. The situation remains uncertain.

"So, what else is new," says Nainoa, who has seen this kind of uncertainty dozens of times before.

The Story of Anua Matua

Later in the day, our island host - Bruno Schmidt - arrives to take us to the other side of the island to speak with a man who knows many ancient Mangarevan legends. We find Teakarotu Barthelemy at his home amidst a grove of orange trees near the beach. A man of ample girth and impressive dignity, he sits on his lanai overlooking the ocean and tells the story of a great Mangarevan navigator who set out to find Rapa Nui, just as we will do when the weather clears.

"Anua Matua chose his crew and set out," Teakarotu explains. "He arrived at an island that is called Maka Tea and gave it the name of Pua Pua Moku and he left his daughter and her husband there along with some of his crew and sailed on to the island now called Elizabeth and also gave it the name of Pua Pua Moku. After that they sailed on to Pitcairn Island, which he gave the name of He Rangi. During the voyage they searched for Rapa Nui but they passed it by mistake and found themselves in a cold place which they called Tai Koko. This place is called Cape Horn today. They realized that they were not at a good place so they turned back and sailed by the stars in the direction they came to try and find Rapa Nui.

"Te Angi Angi was now the navigator and captain. When they finally arrived at Rapa Nui they gave the island the name of Mata Ki Te Rangi which means "the eyes look at the heavens," and another name of Kairangi which means "eating the sky'" and they also called the island Pourangi which means "pole eating the sky."

"To understand the reason for the names," Bruno explains, "you must think what the island looked like to them as they approached from the sea. They saw a tall mountain thrusting up into the sky as if it were eating the sky and their eyes, following the mountain, were looking at the heavens."

Teakarotu learned the legend from his grandmotherToaatakiore Karara who was a famous singer and kahu of ancient traditions. Toaatakiore helped Sir Peter Buck, when the famous anthropologist visited the islands in the 1930s with a Bishop Museum expedition, by singing over 160 songs for him.

Oral traditions are subject to a great deal of change over the years and it is probable that the legend, as told by Teakarotu, is not as accurate today as it was in the days of his grandmother. The islands listed, for example, cannot be identified today. According to Bruno, Maka Tea means "elevated atoll," and Tai Koko, which Teakarotu identified as Cape Horn means "place of heavy seas."

Teakarotu also told us that Te Angi Angi called Rapa Nui by the name of Te Pito Te Henua, but this seems doubtful because, as Bruno says, this is a Tahitian name. But the legend is interesting because it suggests the great difficulty that even the ancient navigators experienced when trying to find Rapa Nui. It also suggests that at least one canoe may have strayed past Rapa Nui and discovered the great continent of South America.

The Weather Guru

The navigators are getting to know Guy Raoulx pretty well. He is French/Tahitian, short (about 5 foot six) and wiry - a man of intense energy. Guy is the Chef Meterologiste of the weather station and as such is entitled to a home overlooking the lagoon and a limitless expanse of ocean. Today we can only imagine his view because the front continues stalled over Mangareva and where the lagoon should be we can see only rain and cloud. Guy has served in the meteorological service (the French call it the Meteo) for about 25 years, spending time, to his great delight, at almost every station in French Polynesia. Thinking about Guy's travels and his rent free house overlooking the lagoon causes Chad Baybayan to proclaim, "I could do this."

Every day, at about 11 AM, Guy launches a weather balloon from a hanger the size of a one-car garage perched above the harbor on the slopes of Mount Duff. Today we watch him as he squats in the hanger's open door, the balloon in his left hand tugging for release. "I am waiting for a lull in the wind," he explains. A few moments later he sprints out the open door and - with a ballet dancer's pirouette - launches his balloon. He returns to the hanger, grinning, apparently as delighted with his performance as we are.

"That was a good one," he announces, "but you should see what happens when the wind comes from there (pointing out toward the sea). No matter how far I run before launching - bam - it goes into the trees. And sometimes it takes off quite unpredictably. I have had it crash into the instrument tower more than once, wrapping itself around all the antennas. What a mess." Guy's monologue is accompanied by expansive pumping and waving of arms, a repertoire of gestures expressive of his Gaelic genes.

The news posted by radio signals from Guy's balloon as it ascends though the atmosphere at 200 meters a minute, is not good. Just as Nainoa feared, the weak low pressure system forming to the northeast of Mangareva has, if anything, intensified - stalling the passage of the front - pushing it back even. The forecast is for continued unsettled weather. By Saturday, the front may pass to the east bringing favorable winds from the northeast but also continued clouds and rain. Nainoa, staring out the door of the Meteo says, "I look out here and I can't even see the islands a mile away. There is no way we can navigate in this stuff."

Guy's weather maps show a trough of low pressure pushing down across the island like the impression of a giant thumb. The thumb is predicted to move east by mid-day on Saturday, allowing the winds to begin to haul around to the west, southwest, and south - all favorable for a direct run across to Pitcairn Island. But will the prediction hold? And, if it does, how long will the winds remain in a favorable direction before continuing to round about and begin to blow in our face?

Sunday, September 19, Rikitea

On Friday, the town had a party for the crew to say goodbye so that we would be free to depart at short notice. Saturday night the crew and our hosts enjoyed a special dinner at a local restaurant.

The crew has been working aboard Hokule'a for the last few days. Sails are rigged, the gear stowed away, emergency drills have been performed and the new crewmembers have blended with those already here. Kama Hele is provisioned and fueled.

Sunday dawns with a partly cloudy sky and a light wind from the northeast. The crews of Kama Hele and Hokule'a have moved their personal gear aboard to be ready to sail at short notice. At about four PM, we receive word that we should be ready to depart for Rapa Nui tomorrow at first light. All of us are excited by the prospect ahead - to participate in one of the most important of voyages in Hokule'a's nearly twenty-five years of sailing.

Monday, September 20, Rikitea

Monday dawns with slack winds. The surface of the ocean is like a lake. The sky is almost totally overcast. The hoped-for favorable winds and clear skies do not materialize and so departure is cancelled. The crew stands down and, after breakfast at the beach house, go about various chores. On Hokule'a, Bruce Blankenfeld briefs the crew on procedures for safety at sea.

Ever since the unfortunate loss of Eddy Aikau during the 1978 voyage, safety has been paramount aboard both Hokule'a and her escort. Each crew member is issued their
own personal flotation device, safety harness, whistle and strobe light. If anyone falls overboard, the waterproof strobe will assist in finding them at night. Both Hokule'a and Kama Hele are also equipped with a man overboard device that contains a life ring for flotation, an extra whistle, and two strobe lights - one on top and one on the bottom of a long pole designed to float upright. Should anyone fall overboard, the device is tossed into the water. The strobe on the bottom will begin blinking automatically to assist in spotting it. The person in the water will swim to the light, grab the life ring and flip a switch to illuminate the top strobe. The ring is attached to the canoe by a long line which a crewmember will pull in when they see the top light illuminated. In the meantime, the crew of the canoe will maneuver to stop the vessel.

"Safety is our most important consideration at sea," Bruce tells the crew. "We must always be on guard against any kind of accident. Always watch out for everyone on the canoe. Overlook nothing. Be vigilant at all times."

Both Hokule'a and Kama Hele are now ready for sea, waiting only for favorable winds and clear skies. The first leg of the journey to Rapa Nui will be to Pitcairn Island, a little over 300 miles away. Once having found Pitcairn, the navigators will begin the voyage to Rapa Nui from a known point in the ocean.

"Getting to Pitcairn is very important," Nainoa told us in a recent crew briefing, "so I want to leave Mangareva with both favorable winds and a clear sky so that we can navigate. We will just have to be patient and wait until the conditions are right. But, as soon as they are, we will jump off."

Kama Hele

Kama Hele-The Ultimate Escort Vessel

Chad Baybayan: "We are committed to learning and exploring about our voyaging history, but we're committed to doing it safely. In 1978 there was an accident where we lost one of our crewmembers. That experience taught us a very, very painful lesson, that safety is paramount to everything we do. That's why we train so vigorously to prepare the crew to sail safely. That's why we do swim tests to make sure that we're safe if we have to go in the water, why we practice man overboard drills so that we can recover anybody that falls in the water within two minutes, and why we have escort vessels that follow us."

Hokule'a's escort boat is a 45-foot steel sloop called Kama Hele - the floating home of Elsa and Alex Jakubenko. Kama Hele was built by Alex, who first began constructing sailing yachts and fishing boats in Australia in 1949. "Kama Hele" means "Traveler" as well as "A strong branch off of the trunk of a tree." The sloop has accompanied Hokule'a on its last three voyages (1992, 1995, and 1999).

Alex and Elsa's first encounter with The Polynesian Voyaging Society began in a roundabout way in 1972, when they moved to Taiwan to build a 65-foot ketch, Meotai. Meotai was launched in 1974 and eventually purchased by Honolulu business man Bob Burke who used her as Hokule'a's escort vessel on the first historic voyage
to Tahiti in 1976.

When Hokule'a arrived in Tahiti, Alex and Elsa were there aboard another Jakubenko built sloop called Ishka. "I saw the tremendous reception that the Tahitians gave the canoe," Alex remembers, "you would have to be there to believe it. Within twenty-four hours there were at least twenty new songs about the canoe. The voyage gave the people so much pride and excitement that both Elsa and I wanted to do something to help. But at the time, we had no idea what."

Later that year, the couple returned to Hawaii where Alex worked at Kehi Dry dock (where Hokule'a was brought for overhaul after the 1976 voyage and for repair after she capsized on her 1978 trip to Tahiti.) In 1980, Alex and Elsa began using Ishka to escort Hokule'a. While towing the canoe to Hilo for her departure to Tahiti, Ishka and Hokule'a were struck by a terrible storm. Even with her engine going at full speed, Ishka could not make headway and, for a time, the two vessels were in danger of being destroyed on the Big Island's Hamakua coast. Fortunately, good seamanship on both escort and canoe saved the day.

"If it were not for Ishka and Alex, Hokule'a might not be here today," says navigator Bruce Blankenfeld. This near disaster would provide valuable experience once Alex began to build Kama Hele.

Sailing aboard Ishka, Alex and Elsa were with Hokule'a all the way on the 1980 voyage to Tahiti during which Nainoa, under the watchful eyes of Mau Piailug, navigated the canoe for the first time.

During the next ten years, while other escort vessels followed in Hokule'a's wake, Alex turned his attention to building steel trawlers, but he kept thinking about his experiences and the unique needs of the escort mission. In 1991, When Nainoa asked him if he would escort Hokule'a on the voyage to Rarotonga for the Arts Festival in 1992, Alex said yes. But he would do so with a completely new vessel, one custom built for escort duty.

In 1991, Alex laid the keel for what he hoped would be the "ultimate escort vessel"-Kama Hele. Working with a basic design by marine architect Bruce Roberts, Alex made many changes to adapt the vessel for her duties.

"When I thought about the design of this vessel," Alex says, "I tried to remember everything that we did right with the earlier vessels and ways to improve on our mistakes. The vessel had to meet all the requirements of escorting the canoe so that it would never fail in her mission, and that meant being able to take a tow in all kinds of weather." In addition, the escort had to be small enough so that she would not overshadow the canoe yet large enough to carry sufficient fuel for the duration of the trip.

"She should also have plenty of room for her crew," Alex explained, "and, if necessary, for the crew of the Hokule'a. And she must be fast enough so as to never slow down the canoe."

The vessel that took shape in Alex's yard - Hawaiian Steel Boatbuilding - was a 45-foot sloop with a graceful sheer line from bow to stern. She was equipped with fuel tanks that could carry 1700 gallons of diesel, enough to allow her to steam up to 5000 miles without refueling. Kama Hele is powered by a Detroit 371 diesel engine that Alex describes as "old fashioned, the kind they use in tanks or landing craft, but it will go forever and it is simple to maintain." The engine turns a propeller that is 29 inches in diameter, at least three times the normal size, which Alex appropriated from a 44-foot tugboat. Kama Hele carries a desalinator capable of producing 40 gallons of fresh water a day, more than enough for the crew of the canoe and escort combined. She is also fully equipped with the latest radio and navigational gear.

"The wiring was a difficult job and I needed help for that," Alex explains, "so Jerry Ongias came down and spent a lot of time making sure that everything was done just right." Also assisting Alex to meet his launch deadline were Paul Fukunaga and Jeff Merrik.

In 1992, on schedule, Kama Hele departed with Hoküle'a and set her course south to the Cook Islands, returning to Hawaii after a successful voyage. In 1995, Kama Hele once again headed south, this time in the company of two canoes, Hokule'a and Hawai'iloa, on yet another voyage to Tahiti where they would join up with a fleet of canoes from the Cook Islands, Aotearoa (New Zealand) and Tahiti, as well as one other canoe, Makali'i, from Hawaii. Departing Tahiti on the return trip, Kama Hele proved her mettle as a mini tug by towing two canoes simultaneously, Hawai'iloa and Te Aurere (the Måori canoe), from Tahiti to the Marquesas - all the way into strong headwinds. From the Marquesas to Hawaii, Kama Hele escorted Hawai'iloa and shortly after reaching port, she turned around and escorted the Cook Island canoe,
Takitumu, back to Rarotonga.

"Elsa and Alex are at sea more than any of us," says Nainoa. "They have both proven over and over again that they are totally committed to the mission of our voyages."

"You might be able to find someone else to go on escort duty who had a good boat," says Bruce Blankenfeld, "but you would not find a captain like Alex. When he says he will do something, you can be absolutely certain that it will be done."

In 1998, when Nainoa once again asked Alex and Elsa if they would agree to serve one last time, the couple could be forgiven if they had demurred - they were then both in their late 70s. But, after due consideration, they agreed to take on the challenge.

"Well, you know, even at my age a person looks for a little adventure. It can get pretty boring sometimes in Honolulu," Elsa says when explaining why she decided to come on what may be the most difficult voyage of all.

Makana - a story from the voyage to Rapa Nui

A few hours before our departure from Mangareva, I am riding in the back of our host Bruno Schmitt's Land Rover with Makanani Attwood and a large sandstone slab with strange symbols etched into its surface. Makanani is an elfin man in his forties. He has a pointed beard and a gleam in his eyes, which seem to explode with mirth when he speaks, which he does now in non-stop commentary on the meaning of life, the voyage to Rapa Nui, his ancestors, and the significance of the slab we are conveying to a garden in front of Bruno's house.

"This is a traditional way of recording a historic event," Maka explains. "It's a petroglyph which I carved to give to Bruno in return for his hospitality in Mangareva. It's a mo'olelo, a story, which could easily be oral, in an oli or chant, but in this case it's carved in stone."

As the truck bumps along Rikitea's main street past the gendarmerie and the post office, Maka runs his finger over the design he has etched into the stone. "Here is a representation of Hokule'a, and this is Kama Hele. Here is a mano, a shark, which is one of our ancestral guardian spirits, an 'aumakua. I chose the mano because it's an 'aumakua common to many of the crew members sailing on the two vessels. And there's another reason: when Hokule'a passed through the reef surrounding Mangareva, a number of crew members saw a shark swim directly in front of the canoe. Timmy Gilliom saw it clearly. The shark seemed to be guiding us through the reef and as soon as we got through safely, it disappeared."

The Land Rover now bumps over a dirt road. We pass the technical school created by the Brothers of the Sacred Heart and arrive at Bruno's bungalow which is set on an ample lot bordering the ocean . We unload the petroglyph and the three of us struggle to lug it to Bruno's garden. With Bruno and his wife, Maka continues his explanation of its significance.

"I also carved a mo'o, a lizard, which is a land 'aumakua. The mo'o lives in freshwater streams, so now we have here both a land and an ocean 'aumakua, a lizard and a shark, which represent the fact that all life depends on the land and ocean, which is a typical way that all island people think."

Now Maka points to a checkerboard of sixty-four depressions.

"This is a konane board. Konane is an ancient game of kings which is equivalent to chess. Konane is symbolic of wisdom; it makes me think of the need for our leaders to plan carefully to care for our land and our ocean, to malama our natural resources. One goal of our voyage to Rapa Nui is to encourage all of us to respect our natural world, the sea we sail over, the islands that we sail to."

For a time we all sit quietly, admiring Maka's petroglyph and Bruno's garden. It is silent except for chickens squawking in a nearby henhouse and Bruno's sheep bleeting in a nearby pasture. Maka is usually in constant motion but now he seems serene. The petroglyph is the last of many gifts he has presented to our Mangarevan hosts. Since his arrival on the island, he has carved about three dozen nose flutes which he presented to children all over Rikitea. He also made a Konane board for Bianca and Benoir, a couple who hosted a reception for the crew. And from the crooked branches of trees he made and gave away many lomi sticks - a traditional implement to massage the body.

"I don't have money for t-shirts to give away, so I make things on every island we visit. These gifts are what we call Makana, an exchange from one seafaring family to another to memorialize and enhance our cultural integrity. They are given in simple appreciation for the hospitality we have received. They are a part of our ancestral protocol of meeting and greeting one another as a family of seafaring people. Our voyages are also what we from Hawai'i offer as our gift to the people of the islands we visit. Voyaging is about the spirit of exploration and the renewal of our culture. They say we have not forgotten our Polynesian heritage; they say Onipa'a stand fast."

I ponder Maka's words now as I sit quietly in Bruno's garden, sharing a moment that transcends time. Maka's petroglyph memorializes both the heritage from our past and the hope for our future as island people united by an ocean we all share and a common urge to sail upon it. In about an hour we will rejoin as a crew, offer a prayer for the success of our voyage, and set out to find Rapa Nui .

Tuesday, September 21 - Departure

At 1:45 p.m. Hawaii Standard Time, with pu blowing ashore and on Kama Hele, Hokule'a leaves Rikitea Harbor under tow. We depart under a leaden sky but by the time we pass through the reef the clouds dissipate. At 4:05 p.m. Hokule'a drops the tow and takes position ahead of Kama Hele. With its GPS turned off, the escort boat will follow the lead of the Hokule'a's navigators for the rest of the voyage.

Stratus clouds darken the sky behind us over Mount Duff. Cumulus clouds form ahead of us, in the path of the canoe and squalls march across the horizon - nasty green splotches on Kama Hele's radar screen. Just as the sun sets, crewmember Max Yarawamai arrives aboard a local fishing boat from the airport. He completes the canoe's crew of 12.

The night is sheened with silver moonlight. We see Temoe island pass abeam to port, or at least we see indications of the island - a sharp ivory line of surf followed by a darker line, the beach, and a waving fringe of color that must be stands of coconut palms. The wind blows from the N or NNW at about 15 knots. The swells are heavy.

Nainoa Thompson

Nainoa's Thoughts Just before Leaving:
(recorded Tuesday, September 21)

"The weather will be difficult.

"The pattern that has established itself in this area is a day of good weather, then the approach of a low and a couple of days of rain. Today is in-between, good weather and rain. Tomorrow and Thursday we may have good weather but I bet it will go bad again. Friday I think we'lll get rain. I want to leave now, otherwise we will have to wait until sunrise tomorrow to get through the reefs - another eighteen hours of delay. In eighteen hours we will go eighty miles toward Rapa Nui and the farther we sail east, the longer we will stay with the good weather.

"I'm excited. We have been preparing for this voyage all our lives, we just didn't know it. All of our studying, the academic side of our preparation, has really just laid the foundation for what is inside us, the other ways that we understand the world. I think back on times with my family when I was a young kid, and all the time that I have spent on the ocean. All of this has prepared me for thinking about the ocean and the heavens and the environment, learning about our culture and our history and our heritage, learning about being at sea, learning about the canoes and about each other. I believe we are on the eve of tremendous growth as a crew. So I'm both excited but also apprehensive about the difficulty of the trip ahead of us. This trip is going to be very difficult navigationally because of where we're trying to go and because of the weather. The weather is now becoming a real factor.

"I didn't expect tropical lows forming and then dissipating around Mangareva. I expected subtropical lows forming to the south of us and moving to the east. They are there but that is not what is affecting us now - we are getting tropical lows from the north and that brings100 percent cloud cover, rain, changing winds and squalls.

"I think that we will be able to use some swells to navigate, probably from the south, but it depends on where the lows are situated to the south of us. They are the only weather systems that will build waves. The swells will come from low pressure areas at thirty five or forty degrees south. As long as the fetch (the area over which the wind blows) is long enough, the lows will generate swells that we can use, but will we be able to read them? We have to go to sea to find out.

"The moon is big now. It is waxing, the full moon will be on September 25th, and that will be a help. I think the skies will remain overcast, about 70 - 80 percent, but if it stays like this or improves we can navigate. We have a big moon that will rise at about 2 p.m. When the sun goes down we will have Jupiter and Venus. The moon has a 'cut' to it, an edge, so we can tell where north is - the horns of the moon, tip to tip, point north, especially on the equinox. So the cut of the moon will help tell us where north is when the moon gets high. And I'm hoping that tomorrow the visibility will improve because that's the weather pattern we're in. The weather was bad yesterday, so hopefully it will be better tomorrow, but we don't know. But at least we'll be 100 miles along on our voyage."

"Learning is all about taking on a challenge, no matter what the outcome may be. When we accept the challenge we open ourselves to new insight and knowledge. In the last few days, I have just tried to be quiet and to study - that's how I prepare. I am thinking all the time about home, about the voyage, the weather, the crew, about what we have to do to make this work.

"I think about home a lot because that's why we do this. We love our homes, we love our people, we love our culture and our history, and we want to strengthen them. This is our opportunity, our chance to do something to support all those who care about these things. I want to thank all the people who gave so much to allow this voyage to take place, but who are not here now. They allowed us to take the risk, to do all of this. I want to thank all the families and children involved for giving us the chance to go. This voyage is about people - it's about all our people.

"When I think back on my life, it's clear that I had no way of knowing that I would be here now doing what I am doing. When I began studying in school and gaining knowledge, I sometimes doubted the importance of that effort. But it's the knowledge that I gained with the help of so many teachers that is allowing me to do what we are about to do.

"So I hope that all our children will keep on pursuing knowledge. None of us knows where we are going, but at some point in our lives, that knowledge will allow us to jump off into the unknown, to take on new challenges, and that's what I consider before every one of these voyages - the challenge. Learning is all about taking on a challenge, no matter what the outcome may be. When we accept a challenge, we open ourselves to new insight and knowledge.

"When we voyage, and I mean voyage anywhere, not just in canoes, but in our minds, new doors of knowledge will open. And that's what this voyage is all about. It's about taking on a challenge to learn. If we inspire even one of our children to do the same, then we will have succeeded.

Bruce surveys the ocean from Hokule'a's foredeck

A Difficult Voyage

Any voyage without charts or instruments is, of course, extremely difficult. For a compass, Nainoa, Bruce and Chad use the rising and setting point of stars. Waves also provide clues to steer by - the southwest swell, for example, that Hokule'a encounters as soon as she departs Mangareva. Generated by storms near Australia, 4500 miles away, it is satisfyingly deep and constant.

Longitude cannot be found without a chronometer, so the navigators rely on a system called, appropriately enough, "dead reckoning." They estimate the time and speed they steer a given direction and, on a mental map, they place themselves along an imaginary course line toward their destination. Latitude is determined by estimating the altitude of stars as they cross the meridian, their highest point of rising. In all of these calculations, errors naturally accumulate.

"We can dead reckon our distance traveled, if we are careful, with maybe a 10% error, and we can guess our latitude with an error of about plus or minus one degree," Nainoa says.

I do the math in my head - 10% of 1500 miles (the distance east- west from Mangareva to Rapa Nui) is 150 miles. Two degrees of latitude (along a north-south line) is 120 miles. So that produces a box of accumulated error equivalent to 18,000 square miles. Finding the tiny island of Rapa Nui (12 miles wide by 7 long) in that vast space seems at best improbable - but that's a personal opinion, which I keep to myself.

Rapa Nui's isolation presents yet another problem. On all their previous journeys, Nainoa and his comrades have never actually tried to find a single island, but have rather aimed their canoe at a chain of them. Tahiti, for example, is part of an island chain that stretches across some 400 miles of ocean - a navigational safety net. But on this voyage, there is no safety net. Rapa Nui stands alone in an empty sea.

"One thing has always been certain," Nainoa once told us, "if we looked at this voyage scientifically there is almost no chance of finding Rapa Nui. If we thought that way, we would not have chosen to go. But you know what? I bet we find it!"

Nainoa's first target is Pitcairn Island, about three hundred miles away, one of the few stepping stones along the route to Rapa Nui.

Enroute Pitcairn

For two days, the wind continues out of the NNW and Hokule'a plunges through steep swells toward Pitcairn. The crew acclimatizes themselves to the pitching world of the canoe and a renewed intimacy with the forces of nature. Although most of the sailors aboard are veterans of many voyages, it has been at least four years since Hokule'a's last deep ocean passage and even the most experienced crew are a little rusty. During the relatively short hop to Pitcairn, Nainoa emphasizes the importance of steering a steady and accurate course.

"Over the years, I have learned that a good steersman is worth his weight in gold when you're trying to go to weather," Nainoa says. "Steersmen who don't have the feel steer too much and they fall off. They don't sense the speed. They drop off the wind and sacrifice angle, or they go too close to the wind and they sacrifice speed. They have got to pay attention. Fifty percent of the problem we have with steering is that a lot of people have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time on the canoe's relationship to the wind and the sea. And that's going to be key. You can imagine. We need every single inch. It will drive us nuts if they can't steer properly. With Bruce and Chad on watch we can be sure everyone will pay attention."

Friday, September 24- Pitcairn

We arrive at Pitcairn on the back of a steep swell aboard a silver aluminum speed boat piloted by Jay Warren - the island's mayor, constable, conservation officer and just about everything else. Jay seems to aim his boat directly at a cliff at alarming speed but, at the last possible moment, he turns abruptly to the left and ducks behind a steel and cement breakwater into a calm but tiny harbor.

The island is small, a finger of volcanic rock jutting out of the sea. Our time here is short - a few hours. Even so, Pitcairn gives us many memories:

" Of dirt roads, the color of chocolate, rising precipitously from the harbor to houses that perch over steep cliffs and look out upon a vast and empty sea.
" Of four-wheeled Honda motorcycles - the island's only vehicle.
" Of Wayne and Charlene's garden where we find banana, papaya, mango, passion fruit, mandarin oranges, grapefruit, pineapple, cabbage, beans, corn, squash, carrots, cucumber, sweet potato, beets, watermelon and taro - or, as Wayne puts it, "everything you need."
" Of VHF radios squawking in every home - the island's only reliable telephone service.
" Of Jay Warren's reply when asked if there was any crime on the island: "Not that I know of. The only time I remember the jail being occupied was in the sixties, and that was a 'family matter.'"
" Of pet frigate birds soaring over each house or settled into a tree branch overlooking the yard.
" Of large freezers and shelves crammed with tinned goods to tide people over between supply ships which arrive once every 4 months.
" Of Charlene Warren telling us that once a year the entire population of Pitcairn goes to Oeno Island for a two-week vacation. They travel in two motorized lifeboats and spend their time fishing and living communally in a large tent.
" Of the entire island gathering in the town hall to host us with a sumptuous potluck dinner and singing haunting 18th century songs in acapella harmony.
" Of Fletcher Christian's Bible in 7th day Adventist church.
" Of Brenda Christian, 5th generation descendant of Fletcher, talking about the unique Pitcairn "language" - a heritage of the old style English spoken by the Bounty mutineers. Some examples:
"Bouyou gwen" / "Where are you going?"
"Fer yo nor lerna us yorly cumin des dey" / "Why didn't you tell us you were coming today?"
"He yeckle ya es gudon" / "The food (victuals) here is good."
And most of all, of the kindness and generosity with which the people of Pitcairn shared their beautiful island home with us.


Sunday, September 26 - Enroute Rapa Nui

The wind began to accelerate while we were anchored at Pitcairn and continued into the bright moonlit night of our departure.

Yesterday at dawn, the sky was clear with precisely etched fair-weather cumulus clouds spreading across the horizon. Today, the cumulus is replaced by what Nainoa calls "smoke" - gray haze, the result of salt and sea spray stirred into the atmosphere by strong winds. This indicates that we may expect both strong winds and our favorable progress to continue for a while.

At sunset today, both canoe and escort plunge through seas frothed with whitecaps. In 25 knots of wind, Kama Hele spreads more canvas and increases the speed of her diesel engine to keep up with the canoe. We hold about the same course we followed on departing Mangareva, roughly east, but we are going much faster. A dark golden moon breaks the horizon and rises above a tumultuous ocean. The moon is a perfect circle and Hokule'a is framed within it, an image as flawless as the voyage has been so far.

Hokule'a and Kama Hele breast heavy swells, taking spray over their decks. Rapa Nui lies about 1000 miles dead ahead. Aboard Kama Hele all of our electronic navigation instruments are turned off. We follow in Hokule'a's wake as a second canoe might have on an ancient voyage of exploration and discovery.

We are sailing a course that two whale ships sailed a few months and almost a century and a half earlier. Dr. Ben Finney studied the logs of the ships and noted they were able to make the passage from Pitcairn to Rapa Nui in eight and a half and seven and a half days, respectively. Both voyages occurred in late July. The first whaler departed Pitcairn on July, 19, 1850, and arrived off Rapa Nui on July 28. The second left Pitcairn on July 20, 1851, and saw Easter Island on July 28. Both vessels experienced winds that circled the compass during their passages, beginning to blow out of the NW and veering counterclockwise, probably with the passage of a low, first to the west, then south, then east, then back again to north and northeast, but during both voyages the wind prevailed from the northern quadrant. Today, almost 150 years later, we sail the same route, riding the same northerly winds as we make our way east.

During the night on the 10 p.m. - 2 a.m. watch aboard Kama Hele, Kamaki, Tim, Makanani, and Kealoha were inundated three times by large swells, breaking into the cockpit. Makanani interpreted the swells to be "our aumakua guiding us, as if by magic, to Rapa Nui."

Hokule'a changed jibs twice in the last 24 hours to adjust to fluctuating wind speeds.
At sunset on Sunday, the navigators study the cloud formations for clues to weather. They see high layers of cumulus, statocumulus and cirrus clouds, and a low layer of cumulus. Winds are from the north, swells from the southwest, and increasing humidity indicated by moisture condensing on deck are all signs of a front to the south. Chad Baybayan believes the winds will continue from the north until the front passes to the south of the canoe, and then trades may fill back in, which will require tacking. Meanwhile Hokule'a's steering sweep has been constantly manned and her sails are trimmed to keep the canoe at an optimal angle to the wind.

"Our crew of veteran sailors are doing an excellent job of steering," reports Baybayan. "We have been blessed with fair winds so far and we are praying that they stay with us a while longer."

Monday, Sept 27 - Report from Nainoa

"My original sail plan called for us to leave Mangareva early enough to find Temoe during daylight. My decision to leave in the afternoon was based on instinct. It meant we accepted the risk of trying to find Temoe at night, but I was pretty confident because we would have bright moon light. As it was, we passed Temoe close abeam at about 8:30 p.m. and we could see the surf breaking on the reef and the trees on the island, almost as clear as day.

"I was concerned about the Pitcairn leg. I hadn't been at sea for a long time, and I felt pretty rusty. I wondered how long it would take to get mentally and spiritually into the navigation. Finding Pitcairn restored my confidence; it also allowed us to begin our navigation anew from a known point in the ocean, but now 300 miles closer to Rapa Nui.

"When everything is going right, I get into a zone, a special place in which all of my relations with the canoe, the natural world and the crew are integrated. I felt pretty disjointed at first, but when we found Pitcairn I began to relax and feel like I was getting into the zone again.

"Originally, we thought we might pass close by Henderson Island as another known point farther along toward Rapa Nui, but because the wind would not let us sail high enough to the north to make Henderson easily, we decided to bypass the island and continue straight on. Right now we're in an incredibly good position. We have a low pressure system behind us and tracking with us. This system is drawing the wind down toward us from the north. We are also beginning to see big waves from the east and east-northeast, so I think the easterly trade winds are close ahead of us.

"Last night at sunset, I thought the low pressure trough was close behind us, but now it seems to be traveling away from us, or it may be just dissipating. A sign that this may be happening is that the humidity is going down. I don't feel as sticky as I did before. The air is getting colder and drier. A low pressure area is associated with high humidity, and a high pressure area with dry air, so we may be leaving the low behind and approaching an area of high pressure.

"Yesterday the sky to the southwest was dark brown on the horizon. We saw thick low clouds, mixed with mid-level stratocumulus clouds - a sign of an approaching cold front associated with the low pressure system. But today the clouds seem to have lifted and the winds shifted a little more to the east. The day before they were more to the north. A typical wind pattern - when a low passes through this area - is for the winds to clock around the compass, turning north to west to south and then back to the east. But this doesn't seem to be happening because the winds, instead of going from north to west, seem to be shifting from north to the east.

"Earlier, I was concerned that the cold front might catch up to us, bringing 100 percent cloud cover. We would have no stars to steer by and the seas would become confused. And even worse, if the low were moving slowly east along with us, as it seemed to be doing, we would be in it for a long time. But it doesn't look like that's going to happen.

"This voyage is a learning process for all of us. The weather we expected based on average conditions in this area is not what we're getting. To learn, we have to be flexible, to adjust to new conditions, and that's what we're trying to do now. This area is new to me, so any predictions I make are just guesses based on past experience in other areas of the Pacific. As we move along, we are gaining more experience with this part of the world, so our guesses will get better and better.

"The trough of low pressure behind us has been a gift. It has allowed us to get a good jump to the east, which is what we hoped for. But at best we thought we might get a jump to Pitcairn. We never dreamed we would be able to sail almost one-half of our voyage on a single port tack. If you look at the map of our sail plan, you will see that it shows we expected to be tacking against the wind, zigzagging to try to get east. But here we are sailing to Rapa Nui in a straight line. If you ask a meteorologist why this is happening, he will tell you that a low pressure area to the west is cutting off a high pressure system and bending the normally easterly flow of winds down to us from the north.

"But others might see it as mana, or a blessing from the gods. Before we left Hawaii, Mahina Rapu from Rapa Nui told me, "Don't worry. Your ancestors will take care of you." And when we held a press conference before departure, I told a group of school children from Kamehameha Schools about my anxieties over the voyage, and they told me that the gods would be with us. It's interesting that there are such different explanations for the wind which has been so favorable to us.

"Now we have passed any islands we might have used as stepping stones toward Rapa Nui (on the night of Sept. 26, Hokule'a passed Ducie Atoll, which lay to the north along 125 degrees W), and we are embarked upon the open ocean portion of our voyage. Our first task is to get to east, and we have done well so far, but we still have to remember that we have five hundred miles to go before the next segment of our voyage - the search pattern for Rapa Nui. That's the next big challenge.

"This morning I feel completely in the zone. You have to be in that special place to navigate well. When you are in the zone, you feel ahead of the game. You find yourself naturally thinking about what will happen next and you are acting in the future, not reacting to things in the past. You have the star patterns in mind and you seem to know where you are even when the sky is cloudy and you can't see the stars. You begin to anticipate the weather. It's an awesome feeling but it's hard to describe. It's like being inside the navigation, participating from the inside.

"One big reason why this can happen is because we have such an awesome crew - a dedicated professional team which allows us to keep driving forward without a single hitch. I've never before had the luxury of sharing the navigation with two skilled and deeply experienced navigators like Chad and Bruce. We share ideas. We ask questions of each other. And we come up with collective solid decisions. We share the load and as a result I have never before felt so rested on a voyage.

"We have been very fortunate so far but this voyage isn't even half over. Even if we continue to be able to make our way east as efficiently as we have so far, one of the most difficult of our tasks lies ahead - finding the island.

Tava Taupu adjusting the shrouds

Sunset, 6PM, September 27 - Navigator's report:
Course: La Malanai
Distance made good: 72 miles
Net easting: 72 miles
Distance to Rapa Nui: 701 miles
Lattitude: 26 degrees south

Sunrise, Tuesday, Sept. 28

Sunrise, 6AM, September 28 - Navigator's report:
Course: La Malanai
Distance made good: 69 miles
Net easting: 65 miles
Distance to Rapa Nui: 636 miles
Latitude: 26degrees 10 minutes south

Sunrise: The ocean is a dark gray-blue and the sky is the color of lead as we continue to sail east toward Rapa Nui. During the evening, the canoe and Kama Hele hove to in a passing squall. Now, the sun rises behind clouds ahead of us and we trim our sails in gusting winds.

Sunset: Hokule'a continues east under a dark sky that offers no celestial clues to direction, buffeted by fast moving squalls. Nainoa waits patiently for the moon to provide a secure sign to steer by, but rain and clouds are so thick that the moon never appears. The crews of the escort boat and canoe endure a long night, alternately raising and taking in sails as the vessels contend with roiling, tempestuous seas.

Sunset, 6PM, September 28 - Navigator's report:
Course: La Malanai
Distance made good: 78 miles
Net easting: 74 miles
Distance to Rapa Nui: 562 miles
Latitude: 26 degrees 15 minutes south

Wednesday, Sept. 29

Sunrise, 6AM, September 29 - Navigator's report:
Hokule'a hove to for the majority of the evening. The canoe sailed a little bit but the current negated what progress was made. Assume latitude the same as the last report: 26 degrees 15 minutes south

Sunrise: A gray dawn breaks to reveal squalls all around the horizon and Hokule'a hove to under bare masts. It's cold and damp, but the wind is clocking around to the west, a sign that the front may be passing us, moving to the east. The crew waits for the weather to reveal its intentions.

For the last few days, Ake Ake have been following in our wake - for company we imagine. Their long slender black wings droop down from their sleek bodies and, halfway to the tip, sweep back like those of supersonic jet aircraft. The birds whirl on the axis of their wings, swooping into the troughs of waves and rising over crests on a cushion of air to roll and swoop again, like a snow skier playing the moguls. This is the eighth day of our journey, and so far we have experienced continuous strong winds and heavy seas.

"This voyage will test you," Nainoa warned us a few days before departing, "it will test you physically, mentally and spiritually."

By 4:40 a.m. HST Hokule'a opens her sails and, under clearing skies with the wind veering around to the southwest, continues her voyage east - toward Rapa Nui.

We expected the southeast trade winds that blow steadily in this part of the Pacific to be yet another challenge, forcing us to tack constantly. But so far we have experienced a kind of miracle - the winds have blown from every direction but southeast. They have been strong from the north, west and south, allowing us to proceed east at speeds sometimes in excess of 7 knots. If this keeps up, we will be in the vicinity of Rapa Nui within a week.

I can't say that we expected this," Nainoa says, "but we knew that at this time of year, low-pressure systems cross from west to east, bringing favorable wind shifts for a while. We hoped we might ride one of these systems toward Rapa Nui."

But the lows are not just moving with us, they are forming and dissipating all around us in an unusual pattern - one that seems almost designed to push us east. We have had seven days of this miracle wind. Having traveled more than a thousand miles toward our objective, we are jubilant - but silent. We don't talk about our good fortune lest we break the spell. How long can it last?

As we continue east we encounter squalls and heavy seas, but the canoe rises easily over the swells, channeling tons of water cleanly between her hulls. She seems alive - responding to the forces of nature as she was designed to, a testament to the wisdom of our ancestors. As I consider the miraculous grace of this wonderful seagoing machine, I reflect back on an event - not so long ago - that almost spelt her doom.


It was in May of 1997. Anticipating the rigors of our voyage, Nainoa hired a marine surveyor to inspect Hokule'a. After so many sea miles, was she still seaworthy?

The surveyor laid his hands on the canoe, seeking imperfections in her outer skin. With a penknife, he probed for dry rot, a kind of virus that can reduce wood to dust. He also banged on the hull with a rubber mallet - listening for discordant notes - another sign of problems. Finally, after many hours of poking and banging on that May afternoon, he made his report:

"The canoe is rotten," he said. "I cannot certify her seaworthiness. I suggest you think about putting her in a museum."

The pronouncement came as a surprise but not a shock. Nainoa had seen places where there was rot and structural damage, but Hokule'a had taken him safely across immense ocean distances and had demonstrated more than her seaworthiness, she had shown her mana, her strength of spirit. Retiring her to a museum was not an option.

"OK, I need two lists," Nainoa said to the surveyor, "I need a list of what's wrong and I need a list of what we have to do to make her stronger than when she was built."

The list was long and the repairs expensive. But in April, 1998 - after months in dry dock, the expenditure of a hundred thousand dollars, and the gift of more than five thousand donated man and woman hours - Hokule'a took to the sea again. The surveyor returned and qualified her "Lloyds A-One" - signifying her sound in every respect.

"This canoe has mana for many reasons," Nainoa once said when talking about this remarkable rebirth, "but one of the most important is the care that so many people have given to her, the literal laying on of hands, thousands of hands, that has given Hokule'a new life time and time again."

Thursday, September 30 - The Look

Early this morning, after a mid ocean transfer from Kama Hele, I boarded Hokule'a.

It was wet everywhere. A gentle rain collected in puddles on deck and ran off the sails. Sunlight descended through a scrim of cloud and rebounded from the steel gray ocean and painted everything silver. Garbed in their Patagonias, the crew looked like monks. They had taken orders.

I noticed "the look" immediately. Everyone had it. The skin covering their faces seemed cranked down around the bones, polished smooth. And in their eyes was a gaze I had never seen before. It penetrated and yet was warm and welcoming. The look. Was I too late to discover for myself what it meant?

And it was silent.

Aboard the escort vessel, the diesel engine throbbed day and night and there was compact disc music in the pilothouse. Here - except for the smooth sound of rushing wind - there was no sound.

For a minute or two we regarded each other - the veteran crew and the new arrival. The look. The silence. The silver sheen. A moment that seared deeply into my memory.

"Raise the sails," Nainoa ordered.

The crew moved to their places - the brailing lines, the bronco, the sheets - and the tanbark sails slipped gracefully away from the masts and filled. Hokule'a began to glide forward and the voyage resumed but now - finally - I was part of it.

There were bunks for only twelve so I would share one with Max, Port Six, the furthest forward on the port side. Max - the optimist, the humorist - they had given me a bunkmate with tolerance.

"You will be on the six to ten watch," Nainoa said, "so get some rest."

I stowed my gear in the puka, a half tent strung from Hokule'a's gunwale to her rail, and squeezed inside. There was the odor of salt water and the rubber sleeping mat and my own sweat. I lay back and watched glistening drops condense on the tent wall and run down under surface tension and gravity toward the bilge. I did not sleep, but I rested, and I thought about "the look."

Sunrise, 6AM, October 1 - Navigator's report:
Course average: Hikina
Distance made good: 6 miles
Net easting: 3 miles
Distance to Rapa Nui: 461 miles

Friday, October 1 - Navigators' meeting

Every day at sunrise and sunset, Nainoa, Chad and Bruce gather at Hokule'a's navigator's station to assess their progress in the previous twelve hours. On Friday morning at dawn, the three men look out over an ocean stirred only by gentle undulating swells and ruffled by tiny wind ripples. Cumulus clouds gather on the horizon all around the canoe and, for a time, the sun warms her deck while the crew go about their daily routines of cooking, coiling rope, and writing in their logs.

All Navigators' meetings follow a quiet routine. The men analyze the canoe's progress in three time segments defined by watches - the 6 to 10, the 10 to 2, and 2 to 6 - twelve hours between day and night, night and day.

"What an awesome night that was," says Nainoa, "I saw Jupiter rise on the horizon, so the atmosphere was really clear. I was able to get a good view of Atria in the south and Ruchbah in the north. The latitude I got from Atria was 25 degrees S, and from Ruchbah I got 26 degrees S."

Nainoa also observed Caph and Schedir - which gave him an estimated latitude of 25 degrees S and Navi which produced an estimate of 26 degrees S.

"I think we ought to average the observations," he tells the others, "so let's say we are at 25 degrees 30 minutes S."

Next, the three navigators average their course and speed during the night. On the 6 to 10 p.m. watch, Hokule'a was beset with light fickle winds caused, they all think, by the fact that Hokule'a passed through a convergence zone between two highs. The sails slapped as the crew tried to find a way to make progress in the light air. Finally, Nainoa decided to close them to prevent chafing.

"I don't think we made any progress in that watch," Nainoa says, "but last night was a special time. It gave us all a moment to pause and enjoy this beautiful and special place - the calm seas, the power of the rising moon right at the edge of our earth. Although we weren't going anywhere physically, I think we were all traveling spiritually. Ben Tamura and Mel Paoa stayed up all night, so I know they felt it too. Last night we all enjoyed our special planet and the privilege we have to live on it."

The canoe was not only stalled during the 6 to 10 watch but during the others as well. When the three men add up their estimates of miles traveled during the night - factoring the effects of steering various courses as the fickle winds permitted, and the offset effect of wind and currents, they arrive at an estimate of only 6 miles of easting. But this progress was off set, they guess, by a westerly current so the net distance traveled east was only 3 miles. According to their calculations, the distance we must travel east to arrive at Rapa Nui is now 461 miles.

"So if this keeps up we'll be in Rapa Nui in 80 days," says Shantell Ching, joking.

"Yeah, but factor in the currents, and you get 160 days," says Nainoa.

For a moment, the group is silent. The exchange is meant as a joke but there's an edge to it.

"O.K. the next critical job is to get down south to the point we will begin our search," Nainoa says. "I estimate that we are about 260 miles west of our search point and 97 miles to the north of it. Soon we've got to transition from longitude changes to making latitude changes."

The men consider the problem, assessing the wind and their ability to steer to the south to move from our present latitude of 25 degrees 30 minutes S to 27 degrees 9 minutes S, the latitude of Rapa Nui.

"Bruce, let's try and turn down now," Nainoa says. "But check the speed. We don't want to sacrifice speed for direction."

As Hokule'a turns from her easterly course to one two houses to the south, heading now Aina Malanai (east-southeast), Bruce watches the ocean flow past the canoe's hulls. Two knots, he estimates.

"O.K., let's keep that heading," says Nainoa.

At about 7:00 a.m. local time Tava Taupu takes the tiller and begins steering a course to the right of the silver path made by the rising sun. Hokule'a moves deliberately toward her rendezvous with an invisible point in the ocean ­ the place where she will begin the most difficult part of her journey - the search for a tiny speck of land in a vast sea.

Looking out over an ocean now speckled with sun glint, Nainoa says, "last night was a turning point for me navigationally. Before, I was so focused on getting east that I did not have a clear picture of Rapa Nui. But now I can see the island in my mind. I'm not saying we'll find it - but that's the first step - to see it."

Sunset, 6PM, October 1 -
Course average: Hikina
Distance made good: 37 miles
Net easting: 33 miles
Distance to Rapa Nui: 428 miles
Latitude: 25 degrees 36 minutes south.

The Search Strategy

Two years earlier, one late evening in February of 1997, Nainoa bent over his kitchen table, a sharp pencil in one hand, a navigator's protractor in the other, and drew his course to Rapa Nui on a chart of the South Pacific Ocean. The line went southeast from Nuku Hiva in the Marquesas past the islands of Ua Pou, Hiva Oa and Fatu Hiva. There it turned east for about 220 miles, then southeast again 700 nautical miles to Mangareva, keeping a safe distance from the dangerously low coral atolls of the Tuamotus. From here, Nainoa laid out his course almost due east for three hundred miles to intercept Pitcairn Island - a stepping stone and navigational checkpoint. From Pitcairn, the course line continued into the Pacific, an ocean wasteland that stretches for 3500 miles to the continent of South America, a space so vast that it is almost devoid of shipping lanes (freight is carried today across this empty void by aircraft). The course line continued for fifteen hundred miles to the only significant landfall between Mangareva and the South American continent - Rapa Nui. Approaching Rapa Nui from the west, Nainoa's course line now takes on a jerky zigzag motion across the last 300 miles to landfall. This is a search pattern.

Rapa Nui is only 2000 feet high, so a navigator, staring out from the deck of a canoe low to the ocean, cannot see the island until it is only 30 miles away. This "distance of sighting" determines the angle of each zig and zag in Nainoa's course. If the angle is too wide, the crew will not be able to spot the island and the canoe may sail past it and into the empty ocean beyond. The next landfall is Chile, 2000 miles distant. If it is too narrow, it will dangerously increase the sailing time to Rapa Nui, perhaps pushing navigator and crew beyond their limits of endurance.

The Search Strategy Explained - Nainoa

"Rapa Nui is smaller than the Hawaiian Island of Ni'ihau and only a little higher. It would be unreasonable to expect that we could, even with favorable winds, navigate without instruments 1150 miles from Pitcairn directly to Rapa Nui. Our traditional system of
navigation is simply not that accurate and mechanical. It requires constant thought, memorization, and estimates of distances and directions traveled; it involves adjusting to constantly changing wind, sky, and ocean conditions. The navigator rarely sleeps, except for catnaps, so the longer a voyage lasts, the more prone to error he may become. It's a unique navigational challenge to find an island so small and isolated, without a large population of land-based sea birds. Instead of targeting a number of closely spaced islands in a chain or following seabirds flying to or from the target island, we have to sail within sight distance of Rapa Nui - within 30 miles of it - in to order to see it. So we've created a search strategy which we hope will work, although we have never tried it before.

Original Plan

"Before Leaving Hawai'i, based on the winds we expected to encounter during the voyage, we established what we call a 'box' of ocean for the search which begins 300 miles to the west of Rapa Nui, between 25 degrees S and 29 degrees S. Rapa Nui is centered between the northern and southern limits of the eastern end of the box . Targeting this box of ocean - 300 miles long and 240 miles wide, 72,000 square miles in all - rather than a small island 13 miles long and 10 miles wide, 64 square miles, allows us to compensate for any mistakes in our dead reckoning or in determining our latitude. When we reach the western end of the box , 300 miles west of Rapa Nui, we assume that the island is somewhere in this box to the east. So we will sail Haka Ko'olau (N by E) up to 25 degrees S, then Haka Malanai (S by E) down to 29 degrees S, then up north again and so on, in a zigzaging pattern, slowly moving eastward through the box . At some point in this zigzag pattern, we should pass within 30 miles of the Rapa Nui and be able to see it.

Modification of the Original Plan

"The incredibly good winds we've experienced now allows us to modify the strategy. Because we've been able to sail directly toward our destination in less time than we had originally planned, which reduces the errors in our dead reckoning, we will now begin our search 200 miles instead of 300 miles to the west of Rapa Nui. This decreases the area we have to search by a third, from 72,000 square miles to 48,000 square miles, and will save some time in tacking in search of the island.

Contingency Plan

To accomplish our search pattern we need favorable winds. To tack north and south we need either easterly or westerly winds. Northerly winds will not allow us to tack north, and southerly winds will not allow us to tack south. But so far the winds have been mainly northerly, so if this continues we will be unable to tack north. If that happens we'll try to obtain a good reading of our latitude stars at night and then sail directly east toward Rapa Nui on the latitude of the island, 27 degrees 09' S. This strategy requires precision in determining latitude. Because the island is so small, we must be within half a degree of latitude or less than 30 miles off for it to work. If, after a period of time, we have not found the island by sailing east we may decide that we've sailed past it and we'll turn around to search back to the west. We have placed a time limit of 30 days on our voyage. We left Mangareva on September 21st so we are now giving ourselves until October 21st to find the island. We have 42 days of food and water on board, however, so conceivably we could stay at sea until the end of October.

The Moon

We planned the voyage to take advantage of a full moon which will appear on October 24th, but favorable winds and our quick passage toward Rapa Nui has thrown our timetable off. Now we may be searching for the island under a waning moon which will make it difficult to see at night. The moon will disappear on October 8th or 9th and, except for the stars and planets, the night sky will be completely dark. So during our search we plan to stop sailing at night, closing our sails two hours after sunset and opening them again two hours before sunrise. We cannot sail more than fifteen miles in two hours so we won't sail past the island in the darkness. Without moonlight it will also be difficult to determine latitude because our estimates depend on measuring the height of stars above the horizon as they cross the meridian. When the night is dark, the horizon is hard to see.

Tava adjusts Hokule'a's sail

Saturday, October 2, 1999 - High Pressure

At the beginning of the 6 - 10PM watch, the sky is obscured by clouds. There are no clues to steer by other than a few stars that appear and disappear off the starboard quarter - and steering has become even more important now that we are approaching the box. During my stint at the sweep, Mike Tongg helps me stay on course. "Good," he says when I line up a faint star with one of Hokule'a's shrouds. In a little while he says, "come down," indicating I have wandered - I should turn off the wind. "Come down more." "Good."

Later in the night, the sky clears to the south and presents millions of stars. The wind is gentle, northerly. Jupiter rises ahead, almost due east, just where the jib blocks the sky. Astern the scorpion spreads its deadly arms toward the sea, its tail curling high. Alpha and Beta Centauri arc across the sky to starboard. When Jupiter has risen to the height of Hokule'a's mast, Saturn breaks the horizon and I line up the planet with one of the canoe's shrouds.

The stars and planets cascade overhead - Earth rolls toward daylight - but we remain within the dark stain of night, moving with painful deliberation, perhaps a mile and a half every hour, toward Rapa Nui. This night, thick with stars, timeless, begins to spin a web of memories...

In the morning, I awake to the cries of men at work - men joking with one another in a way that speaks of their sure relationship. On deck, I find Chad, Bruce and Nainoa examining the sky.

"Mau says to look for smoke on the horizon as evidence of wind because the air picks up salt," Nainoa remarks. "At night, the smoke causes the stars to twinkle with colors."

But on this morning there is no smoke and no wind. The ocean undulates toward the stark horizon like a giant satin sheet.

"It's so unusual," says Max Yarawamai.

"It's the high pressure," says Bruce.

The circle of sky all around us is serene. The sails slap. Hokule'a rolls gently. Aaron and Ben fill their water bottles from five-gallon jugs stored forward. Many empty jugs have accumulated in the webbing strung between the stern manus - testimony to our eleven days at sea.

Sunny, replacing Tava at the steering paddle, steps up behind him like a runner in a slow motion relay race. He watches where Tava keeps the sun in relation to the canoe's port stay, then taps him on the shoulder and steps into his place, accepting the smooth knob of the paddle and the responsibility that goes with it. Aboard the canoe there are many silent rituals like this one - expressive of shared trust. Nainoa surveys the sky. "Let's do the navigating," he says.

"We closed the sails at the end of the 6 to 10 watch," says Bruce, "We tried Aina for a while, no good. Then Hikina , but it was real slow, maybe two knots for the four hours. So call it La, we sailed eight miles toward La."

"We closed the sails at the beginning of the 10 -2 watch," Chad says, "but we opened them again at midnight and sailed until just before sunrise, maybe five o'clock. From five to six we went nowhere."

"Small kind crawling," says Nainoa.

Together the men figure the distance made good. The speed varied, sometimes two knots, sometimes three, and sometimes zero. The course varied also - La Malanai, Aina, Noio - sixteen miles net easting they figure. Subtracting the effect of current gives them only thirteen.

"What about the latitude?" Chad asks, making notes in the canoe's logbook.

"We all measured it as 25 degrees south with Mia Placidus," says Bruce, "but it was real difficult to see the horizon. The seas were so calm, the ocean reflected the sky, and there was no moon."

"But we are not at 25 degrees south unless there was a weird current," says Nainoa. "Under these conditions, our dead reckoning has got to outweigh our star observations. The latitude yesterday was 25 degrees thirty-six minutes, so let's make it twenty-five and thirty now. That's my best guess. We need a good latitude clue tonight."

The three navigators reconfigure their mental maps. The center of the search box is now 231 miles away on a bearing of Aina Malanai (112.5 degrees true).

"We're in the middle of a high pressure area - descending air, no moisture, clear skies," Nainoa says. "We're not going to make much progress until things change."

In the bright mid-afternoon sunlight, the crew seeks pools of shade cast by the sails. The canoe's standing rigging flowers with laundry.

"Get your washing done while you can," says Aaron Young. "I guarantee you this calm weather won't last."

And sure enough at about three p.m. the wind freshens out of the southeast and we increase speed to four knots headed east-northeast.

Sunday, October 3 - Rock and Roll

Everyone aboard is attuned to the music of the ocean rushing between Hokule'a's hulls so when it changed at dawn from a gentle symphony to rock and roll we emerged from our pukas to help take in the big jib and set a smaller one. The wind has piped up to fifteen knots from the southeast. Hokule'a boils along under a low ceiling of clouds into a choppy sea, making five knots.

Yesterday evening Nainoa sighted seven stars. Deneb, Aldebaron, and Mia Placidus indicated a latitude of 25 degrees south; Caph and Schedir gave 26 degrees; and Ruchbah and Navi split the two at 25.5.

"Bloody ugly," Nainoa says of the results, "but it makes sense. We're not only moving east but also north, just as we thought."

To check these observations, the navigators analyze the northerly component of the courses steered between sunset and sunrise, arriving at a figure of about ten miles. A single nautical mile is equivalent to one second of latitude, so they subtract 10 seconds from their sunset latitude to arrive at a new estimate - 25 degrees 10 seconds south. The problem, of course, is that to get to Rapa Nui we want to be adding to, not subtracting from, our latitude.

"We are moving east Ok but we are also going north. We have got to start getting south pretty soon," Nainoa says.

The navigators calculate they are 178 miles to the west of the center of the search box, but also 119 miles to the north of it. To steer directly to the box's center we would like to sail southeast - but that's the direction the wind is coming from.

"The best course Hokule'a can sail is about sixty degrees off the wind," Nainoa says, "so if we tack south now we'll have to steer southwest which means we will be moving away from the box."

They decide on a compromise, to continue on our present course for twelve hours, then turn.

"If we can hold this course and speed we'll get a good dead reckoning run for the period and we can hope to see the sun when it sets tonight," Bruce says.

Seeing the sun has become critical. At about three PM last night, clouds moved in from the east to blanket the entire dome of sky, so we have been steering by the swells. But the swells may have changed direction. Seeing the sun will allow Bruce, Chad and Nainoa to reset their mental compasses.

In the next day or two, the navigators hope to arrive at the beginning point of our search. As we get closer, the need for accuracy increases.

"We've got to be on it, really on it," Nainoa tells us all. "I want to begin our search as near to the center of the box as possible so we have all got to focus really hard to steer the canoe accurately and to make good speed judgements because our dead reckoning depends on it."

In the afternoon we tinker with the canoe's balance, trying to find a way to make her point higher into the wind. Mike rigs a new fairlead to the jib and uses two sheet lines, one to pull down and the other to pull straight back, creating a smoother airfoil to produce aerodynamic lift. The canoe responds by pointing higher, but not enough.

Nainoa moves weight forward - up to the bow go spare sails, most of the galley, water jugs, ropes, the navigator's box and even the crew who now sit during their watches huddled in the shelter of the weather rail. The canoe's bow settles deeper, changing the fulcrum upon which the forces captured by the canoe's sails and hulls operate. The canoe responds by turning noticeably into the wind with no loss in speed.

The steering paddle is lashed up. Hokule'a now sails herself - without the need for further guidance by human hands.

Monday, October 4 - Becalmed

We tacked south yesterday and for a time were able to maintain four knots. During the 6 to 10 watch the wind backed slightly to the west. Nainoa got a glimpse of Vega which showed our heading to be Haka Kona (south by west. By 9 p.m, the wind decreased. Between nine and midnight Nainoa was able to see stars three times during breaks in the clouds which showed the canoe heading Na Leo Kona (south-southwest) at about 2 ½ knots. At 1:30 p.m. the wind went flat until a little before dawn.

"We weren't sailing," Bruce said, "we were just pointing the canoe. We didn't go anywhere."

Between 4:30 and 6 the canoe once again was able to sail Haka Kona.

"I was counting tens, pretty consistently," Chad reports, "so we were going 2 knots pretty steadily."

The navigators estimate speed by counting the number of seconds it takes a bubble to travel from the canoe's front `iako (crossbeam) to the stern, a distance of forty-two feet. A bubble covering the distance in ten seconds would travel two nautical miles in one hour.

Averaging the various courses and speeds, Chad, Bruce and Nainoa conclude we have traveled only 27 miles from sunset to sunrise in a direction between Na Leo Kona and Haka Kona (south by west to south-southwest). Doing the trigonometry in his head, using a series of distance vectors he has memorized, Nainoa calculates the southerly distance made good to be 25 miles. If he is correct, our latitude should be 25 degrees 13 minutes S.

"So we still have to go about 114 miles south to get to the latitude of Rapa Nui," Nainoa says. "We need a good latitude fix tonight, otherwise we won't know when to turn east."

Shortly after the sunrise navigator's meeting, the wind once again dies off completely. The sky is clear, the sun hot.

"Get the paddles," Nainoa orders, and for a time the crew straddles the catwalks on each side of Hokule'a's hulls, keeping time with a Marquesan chant provided by Tava Taupu, while frothing the ocean with powerful strokes. Fortunately the wind picks up slightly and we move off again under sail, but slowly. Behind us Kama Hele rises on the tops of heavy swells, then sinks, revealing just the top of her mast.

Tuesday, October 5th - Steering in Light Winds

A crystalline night, heading south. Bruce Blankenfeld stands behind steersman Mel Paoa.

"Coming up," he says, directing Mel to turn upwind.

Hokule'a glides over gentle swells. The canoe's deck, open to the skies, provides intimate contact with the Milky Way, the Magellanic Clouds and the wheeling constellations. We see dark smudges, places where the stars are not. These are wispy clouds - cumulus, probably.

"Right on Mel," Bruce says, checking his course against the stars.

Except for Bruce, no one speaks. There is only the sound of wind, of wave slap on hull and the rush of flame from the propane galley stove. Bruce leans against the lee rail, humming softly.

"Coming up Mel.... Come up more.... Right on."

Mel Paoa's watch cap bends back off his head. He pushes down on the steering paddle to bring Hoku into the wind, pulls up to go down. In silhouette against the sky one can imagine a Druid performing a strange ritual. Stonehenge. Mesa Verde. Anakena. Paoa's silent vigil over the slender paddle transcends time and culture.

"Right on Mel," Bruce says.

Our familiar evening friends are all back after an extended absence - but, relative to the canoe - they are at new addresses. The Scorpion resides off the starboard quarter, Jupiter and Saturn rise off the port bow and the Porpoise rides a froth of stars behind us.

At a sunset meeting, Nainoa told us, "we are getting close to the box. Steering a good course is now extremely critical because we will begin searching soon."

The "box" he refers to is our search area to the west of Rapa Nui. Steering well is also critical because the winds are light and we need to maximize our speed in them.

"The key in light winds is don't lose momentum," Nainoa tells us, "go up in the gusts but come off the wind right away when it dies. The canoe weighs 24,000 lbs. If you lose momentum you have to fall off a lot to get it back and then we are zigzagging. Keep her fast, but keep her on course."

So we tune our senses to the erratic rhythm of a light breeze from the southeast. When the wind accelerates, we turn up. When it fails we turn down. Bruce and Chad, standing port and starboard watches - four hours on and four off - guide us.

"Steer up.... Come up more.... Right on."

Each steersman strains to feel the breeze's gentle stroke on his face, seeking an elusive harmony of human pressure on steering paddle and the natural forces of wind and ocean. For clues to speed we listen to the sharp lap of waves on the canoe's stern and the wash of ocean between her hulls. A puff of breeze - steer up. A slackening of wake sound - turn down.

"Come up, Mel," says Bruce. "Right on."

At sunrise, Hokule'a's jib arcs across a clear dome of sky. Ragged Cumulus clouds crenellate the horizon, where - through a slim crevice - the sun ascends directly between the canoe's twin manus. For a moment, we all imagine an island there. Perhaps soon.

During the evening Nainoa, Chad and Bruce obtain clear star sights. Averaging them, they calculate our latitude.

"We're getting close," Chad says.

"I think we're only about one state of Hawaii away," says Nainoa, "the distance from Ni`ihau to Cape Kumukahi. If we steer this course and speed for the next thirty hours we will be in the box. That's when the hunt will really begin."

So we continue on in the rising heat of our fourteenth day at sea. The watches change in an orderly rhythm of four-hour stints. The sun slants higher, crosses over our mast, then begins its descent. Bruce, leaning against the rail, continues to guide us toward our rendezvous with "the box."

"Come down," he says. "A little more... Right on."

Bruce measures altitude of sun with his hand

October 6th, Wednesday - The Box

We're in the box!

During the 6 to 10 evening watch the sky once again clouded over, making navigation difficult. We are sailing beneath a trough formed by a dissipating low and a front between two high pressure systems which threatens to bring unpredictable winds and heavy clouds for a while. During the night, the navigators obtained imprecise observations of a few stars. Even so, Nainoa determines we have entered the west corner of our search box, about 280 miles from Rapa Nui.

"We have got to get south to the latitude of Rapa Nui as soon as we can and then take stock of the situation to set up a search pattern," Nainoa says at the evening navigation meeting.

During the 6 to 10 watch, Nainoa and Chad were able to sight Aldebaran and obtain a rough latitude of 26 degrees S. But this estimate, because of clouds and the lack of a moon to illuminate the horizon, was uncertain.

After midnight, the winds died down and Hokule'a hove to until just before dawn when a frontal passage brought strong 25-30 knot winds from the southwest, switching to the south-southeast. The crew lowered the mizzenmast, removed the large light wind sail, and tied on a smaller one, also changing the jib. Shrouds and stays were tightened up in anticipation of continuing heavy winds.

For a time, the canoe lay hove-to in heavy rain and gusting winds with everyone on deck and dressed in full heavy weather gear.

In the early afternoon we once again raise all sail and set our course south by southeast into a chill wind under a low cover of clouds that appear to be lifting.

October 7th , Thursday - Heavy going


With this command from the watch captain, four beefy sailors jump to the steering paddle to bring Hokule'a off the wind. We have been sailing in choppy seas under a completely occluded sky dome for hours. At times, the rain slants hard across the decks. Rivulets cascade off the sails which have been trimmed so Hokule'a can mostly steer herself. But in gusts, she tends to swing up into the wind, her sails luffing - a warning to her attendant crew that she needs help.

"Sweep," comes the command from the navigator. We jump to the paddle and struggle, even though there are four of us, to help our canoe regain her course.

We are now living in our heavy weather gear - working, eating and sleeping fully tented in glossy yellow Patagonia slickers - long jackets and pants with bibs like a farmer or carpenter might wear - only these pants are made of high-tech material that sheds water, provides insulation, and breathes, allowing sweat to trickle off our bodies in hot weather. The weather during this particular evening is far from hot however. A chilled 25-knot wind blows over our port bow. Amazingly, Hokule'a seems to be enjoying herself. She rides easily over the swells and slices through the chops, directing the flow of wake cleanly between her hulls. Rarely do we take seas aboard and when we do the canoe shakes herself slightly to clear her decks. These are the times when Hokule'a seems most alive - responding to the forces of nature as she was designed to, a heritage of literally thousands of years of seafaring and a testament to the knowledge of both our ancestors and the three men - Tommy Holmes, Ben Finney and Herb Kane - who first gave life to her.

During the evening of October 6th and the early morning of the 7th we continue to strike south, tacking occasionally to take advantage of wind shifts, hoping the sky may provide a glimpse of our guiding stars. This does not happen. With only the swells to provide direction, our navigators guide us to our rendezvous with an invisible abstraction that geographers have used for centuries to divide the earth - latitude - in this case that of Rapa Nui, 27 degrees 9 minutes S.

After our watch is over, we seek shelter in the half tents that are drawn taut along Hokule'a's flanks. Each of us is allotted a space about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide under a sloping canvas roof. On this night the roof bleeds moisture. Brackish droplets, a mixture of salt spray and rainwater, splatter intermittently on our bunks. We slither into our berths, still carapaced in our foul weather gear and try to sleep, grateful for the respite from the cold wind and the cry of "Sweep!" "Bring her down!" "Sweep!"

But one of us almost never goes below. Nainoa spends his time on deck in all weather, mostly awake, always alert to the wind, stars and swells. He catnaps in bad weather, a sprawled lump of yellow pants and slicker, his hood pulled tight over his head, for maybe fifteen minutes at a time. The rest of us sleep at least six hours a day and often more, yet we still are fatigued.

When asked how he does it, Nainoa replies: "I don't know. Actually, when I'm at sea I cannot sleep for long. It's just the way it is."

The wind remains somewhat unpredictable, slacking to dead calm a few hours, then picking up in a different direction. This is, of course, the classic navigator's nightmare - cloudy skies and fluky winds. At 6 a.m., Bruce, Chad and Nainoa predict that we are 28 miles north of the latitude of Rapa Nui and 217 miles west of the island. But we have sailed a zigzag course for the last few days, which makes dead reckoning difficult. Under the best of conditions, error accumulates when navigating by stars and waves - and, for the last few days the conditions have been far from the best.


Max points out Rapa Nui to Aaron


Friday, October 8th- Landfall

"Garlic Eggs for Breakfast!" Says Terry Hee, carrying the last two dozen eggs past a group of smiling crew members lining the rail. Terry had planned to ration the eggs for another day at least, but now there's no reason. We have seen land - and the land is definitely Rapa Nui!

Yesterday at sunrise we set our course south-southeast, beginning the first real leg of our zigzag search pattern. Nainoa intended to tack back north at sunset but the wind curved northeast making that impossible. So instead of tacking, he decided to follow the wind around and steer east-southeast. This was a risky strategy. Although the Navigator's dead reckoning placed us well west of Rapa Nui, what if they were wrong and we were south of it or even to the east? We would sail by the island in the night.

To make matters worse, we had not seen the stars for two nights and our latitude was therefore based on dead reckoning from star sights that were two days old. Without either sun or stars to steer by, the navigators had been relying on an unexpected blessing - a steady swell from the southwest. But had the swell changed direction?

"This wind is a gift to us to go east," Nainoa explained to us last night. "So I say let's go. It's scary, but it's exciting. If our dead reckoning is good, and I think it is, we should take the chance."

All last night and on into the morning the winds continued to blow strong from the northeast and Hokule'a responded by speeding east-southeast - 6 to 7 knots at times - slicing through the waves, producing long tendrils of spray from her bow.

Near dawn, Max Yarawamai spotted two holes in the clouds ahead low on the horizon. Born and raised on the low Micronesian atoll of Ulithi, Max's ability to see islands at great distance is almost legend aboard Hokule'a.

"I looked carefully at the two holes on the horizon," Max explained later, "checking first the one on the starboard side. I saw nothing there so I switched to the puka on the port. I saw a hard flat surface there and I watched it carefully. Was it an island? The shape didn't change! It was an island all right. We had found the dot on the ocean."

"I didn't expect to see the island this soon," Nainoa told us later. "But we knew it was near. We were following the wind around - steering more east as time went by - and the wind drew us to the island. That's a fact - you make of it what you want. In the end all we did was follow the wind, Hokule'a found the land."

Hokule'a is now tacking toward Rapa Nui which is about 25 miles away, but upwind, so it's uncertain whether we will make landfall late this afternoon or early tomorrow morning.

Reviewing the voyage

Chad Baybayan: "You look at the crew on all the voyages and its not just Hawaiians. The entire Hawaiian community is included in the canoe. It's really Hawaii's community. The people who sail on board the canoe are a reflection of the community and society that we live in."

At about 10 AM, local time, a few hours after having seen Rapa Nui ahead off our port bow, Nainoa called us aft to share some thoughts about the voyage. Bruce, Chad and Nainoa spoke - here are their words:

Nainoa: "The voyage is pau and this gives me almost an empty feeling. But everyone should be proud of this accomplishment. We have traveled to the last corner of the Polynesian triangle and that achievement is not just ours - it belongs to everyone who has donated a portion of the millions of man hours spent taking care of the canoe over the almost twenty-five years since her creation.

"We worked hard to prepare for this voyage but it was not just academic preparation and physical training that got us here. It was my plan to continue sailing southeast and tack back northeast at sunset - but the wind shifted northeast and if we tacked we would have been going back the way we had come. So instead I decided to follow the wind around and in the morning the island was off our port bow. The wind brought the canoe here. It's about mana. Hokule'a has latent, quiet, sleeping mana when she is tied up at the pier in Honolulu. But when the canoe is sailed by people with deep values and serious intent the mana comes alive - she takes us to our destination.

"The mana is inside all of us. It's tied to our ancestry and our heritage. Sometime, in the press of daily life, we neglect it. But when we come aboard this canoe and commit our spirits and souls and lives to a voyage like this one, I think we all feel it. I know I do. This is a very privileged moment for all of us - we have stepped inside that realization of mana on this voyage.

"When we go back to our special island home, we need to remember this moment. Mana comes from caring and commitment and values. We malama our canoe and she takes care of us. When we return to Hawaii we need to remember to malama our islands just as we do this canoe. We need to commit ourselves to the values that give life meaning. This canoe is so special - and our island home is so very special - if we learn to care for our land and our ocean they will also take care of us.

Bruce: "A lot of things have happened on this voyage that gave me chicken skin. The port hull of the canoe is the wahine hull and the starboard hull is the kane hull. The symbolism is that the male and the female forces give us life. The symbolism is that they also balance each other - they help each other survive on the ocean.

"In this crew we have shown a nice respectful balance. We have shown that we all know how to work hard and how to treat each other well and that is one of the most memorable parts of the voyage for me. The work ethic among this crew was fabulous. There was not one negative word. This kind of caring for each other is part of the on-going rediscovery of what voyaging is all about.

"The mana in this canoe comes from all the people in the past who have sailed aboard Hokule'a and cared for her. I think of the literally thousands of people who have come down and given to the canoe when she was in dry dock. I think of Bruno Schmidt in Mangareva who showed up with his truck every morning to take us wherever we needed to go. I think of the people in Tautira and Aotearoa and the Marquesas who did the same. The list is endless. All of this malama - this caring - adds to the mana of the canoe. It is intangible but it is alive and well. We can all feel it. I just want to acknowledge it.

Chad: "What made this voyage so special for me was that I felt so comfortable because I knew I was among people who had earned their spot on the crew. You guys are my heroes because you all showed such dedicated professionalism. I am proud to have sailed with you. Now we have another special journey ahead of us, to return the canoe home to our own special part of the Polynesian triangle, and by doing that we honor not only our ancestors but all those people who have supported us at home.

Saturday, October 9th - The last day

When it became obvious that we did not have enough time to tack against the wind to reach the anchorage at Hanga Roa before nightfall, I think that we were all relieved - happy to have one more evening at sea. And what an evening! The wind was warm and gentle. The sky, once having cleared by mid-day, remained clear into the night. The lights of Hanga Roa glistened on the eastern horizon. We sailed along the coast of Rapa Nui until the watch change at ten PM when we tacked toward the island - a dark smudge on the horizon against a glittering curtain of stars.

The 6-10 watch lingered on deck, enjoying the last few moments of comradeship with each other and with our canoe. We watched Jupiter and Saturn rise over the island to starboard and to port the Pleades and their guardian, Taurus. We did not speak - yet our presence together on Hokule'a's heaving deck expressed more deeply then words the bond that has been made in the last seventeen days at sea.

Our view of Rapa Nui between Hokule'a's twin manus must have been the same - except for the lights of the town - that the crew of a similar canoe beheld many centuries earlier. Their exact Homeland is lost in time but legends tell of a great king, Hotu Matua, who settled this island. He must have heard what we hear - the soft lap of waves on twin hulls, the rush of wind over sails, the murmur of sailors as they sit shoulder to shoulder waiting for the first scent of land to reach them. Hotu Matua may have looked forward to landfall with more anticipation than we do, however. Our feelings are mixed. We are proud of our accomplishment and eager to explore the island and then to return home to our families. Yet there is also an edge of sadness. This voyage is ending - the adventure is almost over. For a short time we have been privileged to share a tiny world with each other. Surrounded by an immense sea and forced to turn inward, we have discovered a harmony within ourselves and with the natural world that the rush of daily life on land isolates us from. It has been rare gift.

In the morning, when the 6-10 watch again takes the deck, wisps of cloud surge from Rano Kau, the volcanic caldera that rises to the south of Hanga Roa. Motu Kao Kao is a knife thrusting from the sea - a slash of sunlight behind it. Mist spills off dark cliffs. The ocean is the color of gunmetal. A towering mountain of torn cumulus stalls over Motu Nui. In the saddle between Rano Kau and Maunga Terevaka, the island's tallest mountain, we see the town of Hanga Roa. Ivory breakers rim the seam between ocean and cold black cliffs.

Shantell Ching collects passports as the rest of us methodically strip Hokule'a's decks of bagged sails, boxes of food, cooking utensils and personal gear - stowing them below - making the canoe ready for port. Kama Heli swarms with sailors garbed in red slickers doing the same tasks.

Landfall is imminent. Much too soon the sea borne routine of work and caring for each other will be broken. It is a sad thought - one that we gratefully put aside - concentrating instead on the details of readying our canoe for port. From the harbor, boats come out greet us. After only eighteen days, a fraction of the time we thought the passage might take, a voyaging canoe has once more arrived at the easternmost frontier of Polynesian civilization.

We have traveled so fast, in fact, that we have arrived ten days before our own welcoming committee - a contingent of Hawaiian dancers and chanters who are scheduled to participate in a massive celebration on the 19th. While we wait for their arrival, we spend our days preparing the canoe for the next step in her voyage - the passage to Tahiti.


A Reunion of Brothers and Sisters

On the evening of October 18th we take to sea again to sail to Anakena, a white strand of beach where the island's discoverer, the Polynesian king Hotu Matua, is thought to have landed.

Sunrise reveals eroded cinder cones and calderas spilling toward a sharp slash of surf at Anakena. We see the Moai - the enigmatic statues that have become icons of Rapa Nui's ancient civilization - standing tall over the temple at Ahu Nau Nau. A large crowd of maybe a thousand people, one third of the island's population, awaits us.

What happens next is a collage of exotic sights and emotions - painted dancers, lilting poetic chants in both Hawaiian and Rapa Nui, processions, blessings and oratory - the unique expression of a reunion between Polynesian brothers and sisters.

On a promontory overlooking the beach, we gather at a triangular shaped ahu that has been painstakingly built for the occasion by a tall Rapa Nui man who most of us know simply as "Carlos." Many of us met him in 1995 when he voyaged with the fleet of canoes that accompanied Hokule'a, Makali'i and Hawai'iloa from Tahiti to Hawaii.

"I have been waiting for this day to arrive," he says in greeting. "I always knew that you would come."

From Hawaii we have brought three stones - symbolic of the spirit of our ain'a, the sacred Hawaiian earth from which we set out. Now we place them on the northwest corner of Carlos' temple, which is shaped to represent the Polynesian triangle, and with this gesture we signal a reunion between our two people - a joining once again of Polynesian families.

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