We finally made it to Isabel Island. This is the place we have been sailing towards for months. Because it is the monsoon season, it has been really tricky getting dependable winds to bring us here. And really, it just took us going for it to make it. 36 hours to go 60 miles. The most enormous, smashing squall I’ve ever experienced, and just as we are getting there I see our boom has split. But who cares??! We made it!
(repairing the boom)
We first anchored off a little island, Vohinara I think it’s called. Beautiful reefs, and perfect mini island nearby where we swam off the beach and made a campfire. Dreamy.
This was on the Western side of the island, though, and we had to get to the Eastern side to find surf. Because Isabel Island is broken up into many pieces, we were able to motor along a waterway that went through to the other side of the island past the largest settlement, named Kia. The day before, we took the dinghy over to Kia to visit the chief and ask permission to visit Isabel island. We offered him a bag of rice and 100 solomon dollars as a gesture, and he welcomed us to go about as we please.
(bok choi gardens in Kia village)
(Kia Village on the water)
We anchored in about 60 feet of water over sand. Many reefs nearby, but plenty of swinging room. Many many little islands everywhere. We noticed some locals on the small islet we anchored near, so we took the dinghy over to make sure it was ok for us to anchor. We brought a bag of rice as a gift, and they were happy to have us stay. A very nice family who lives in Kia, and just comes out to the island to fish and camp. We got the lowdown on all the local gossip, too.
The surf is.... GOOD! Long period swells come all the way across the north pacific. Crystal clear water over reef. Fun and fast, and barrels. Some days there are surfers from the guesthouse surfing, but most days I am out by myself. Surfing alone is very different, even much different than if there was just one or two other people. It becomes less about getting any wave you can, and more about experiencing the peace of just sitting in the ocean. I loved it, and it made me appreciate sharing the surf when there were others there.
(lightning storm heading our way)
We heard about a small guesthouse nearby, so we went to visit them. A Kiwi married a Solomon Island lady, and they opened this place called Vavaghio Guesthouse. Very very nice and low key. If anyone wants to visit the Solomon Islands, I would recommend this place.
(our canoe, Patient Walker)
We find out that only one boat a year comes through this area, and often many years pass with no boats at all. That is just mind boggling to me, considering how beautiful it is out here! Also, they tell us that we’ve anchored next to the best right hand reef break on Isabel Island! I knew there was a reason I’d chosen this anchorage.
We trade with them for veggies, and top off our water supply.
The fishing is amazing around Isabel Island. We caught fish tolling when sailing between anchorages. Spanish mackerel was our favorite! I also caught lots of fish trolling behind the dinghy. I would go for a surf then troll with the hand line on the way back to the boat, pull in trevally, and we’d have dinner.
(Genesis Earthling at anchor)
I had a simple rod and reel setup with little shiny spoons and rapalas I would use while fishing on the reef. I lost tons of lures, though, because some of the fish have sharp teeth and would just bite through my line. And most of my lures were old with rusty hooks, so I probably hooked four times as many fish i brought in. The reef fish were very tasty, too! In many places we’ve sailed, you have to be careful about eating fish from the reef because of ciquatera poisoning. However, in most parts of the Solomons this does not exist. All the reef fish were safe to eat. We loved our coral trout, and those yellow stripy ones, and the black and white spotted ones... We had no idea what we were eating, but it was good!
We found many different ways to cook fish, too. Baking and frying was great. Our small bbq on the stern cooked great fish whole and wrapped in foil. Our favorite was when we would go to the beach in the evening, build a small fire and cook the fish that way. All alone, cooking wish by campfire, we sat and watched the sun go down. This was a special time, reflecting on this place we were at, and the iconic nature of this experience. Dreaming.
We were able to trade with a village called Kopikolo for our favorite fruit, paamelo!!