Early days on Papillon
It’s been 2 weeks and Papillon is beginning to feel like our home. our living room our kitchen I say beginning because there is nothing about Uturoa (the town), Raitea (the island) or French Polynesia itself that really reminds us of Scotland. It feels more like a parallel universe that we are having to learn about from scratch. Arriving in Raiatea Rush hour in Utoroa Super yachts passing by Flowers that the ladies wear in their hair I start with the weather. Scottish rain is misty falling steadily for days; FP rain is violent, preceded by ferocious squalls, falling from dramatic vertiginous clouds that build suddenly and then disappear as fast as they came. Time and time again we have got caught out leaving hatches open to the elements, shore shoes casually discarded in the netting, washing clipped to guard rails only to return to a sodde...