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The hand cranked sewing machine whirrs away under expert supervision.

The master cabin is transformed.

The first big up is underway.

Its all down from here, apart from the ups.

We’re in a world of hills.

This dude has his work cut out.

The trail leads us through this.

A room with a view.

Where have the inhabitants gone?

A smile before the final climb.

We agree.

Leaning over sailing.

After 2 years we finish our book.

We find rock

We finally find sand.

An island and anchorage with no people.

We’re till clean.

And so to bed.

These offer protection.

Soft soft sand.

Yo! Dude!

Who needs high modulus sails when rice bags will do.

Brrrrrrrrrrrr.

A physical insurance policy.

The list.

Fertile volcanic craters.

Valleys stretch off into the distance.

Layer after layer of ridges.

Who needs tarmac when you have cobbles.

Hey hey.

Larry gets in on the action.

Ridgidy ridgidy ridges.

Views go on forever.

Lush green valley’s cut into the barren hinterland.

Water is the life-giving substance.

The wind is in our hair.

The local fishermen need all the help they can get.

These are brave brave people.

Excitement is everywhere.

This is what all the excitement is about.

Larry really gets into the sugar cane grog.

Exploring with new friends.

Zooming along.

Consider yourself jabbed.