We dropped anchor
in Anaho Bay/Nuku Hiva/Marquesas. Alone I walked to Haatuatua Bay, which seemed to be the end of the world. A wide and shallow beach encircled by sharp mountains. Nothing there. Only two wild horses walked along the shore. I sat down and just relaxed. Then a man on a horse came to me. He was a Marqusian. He asked me where I came from, and so we had a nice talk. The he said to me, he would live here with his wife and his baby. I looked around, nothing. He pointed in one direction and invited me to join. We walked around 200 m a little path into the countryside. And there was his home. With a bonfire burning. It was actually no house, it was more a tinroof with a improvised kitchen, a wooden desk and a bed
underneath and completly open to three sides. There was his wife, a french woman that came here as a tourist and fell in love with this Marquesian and chose this lifestyle over her Pariesian lifestyle. She said she that was happy to meet an European because she was homesicke right now. And there was the baby lying on the bed
protected by a mosquitonet from Nono. The clash of the contrasts was overwhelming. They invited me for lunch, and we talked and discussed until sunset.
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