Tonga, Land Of the Numbers

Ahh, Tonga. Now, before y’all ask where is Tonga is, I’ll explain. It’s located approximately a thousand miles north of New Zealand. If you don’t know where New Zealand is, well, look on a map, then search up Tonga while you’re at it. Now that we’ve gotten that sorted out, let me start.
We pulled into Tonga late in the afternoon, after I had attempted to call my friends on the radio, but was unable to raise them. Slightly disappointed we pulled up to the Q (quarantine) dock. I watched my parents fill out paper work, and was quickly roped into filling out my own papers out. Luckily, as I finished a certain some bodies came and said hello. You’ll never guess who! No literally, you’d never guess. Okay, fine I’ll tell you. It was Counting Stars!! Well, the kids.
Like always, I was thrilled to see any old friends, so instantly I was over and talking to them, and the next thing I know is that we are moored and I’m at Counting Stars. Camille from Anila is over, and I’m having a blast.
I hadn’t seen any of them in months. Some since the Marquesas, others since the Tuamotos! Camille declared, on a whim, that we were having a kid pot luck, including: fried salami, chicken nuggets, Mac and Cheese, and I believe our veggies were pickles, but I could be wrong. We dove into our meal, talking way too loud, and laughing at not too funny food jokes.
After dinner, we decided to play a card game, being the kids we are. Me, being tired from two nights of night watches, fell asleep during the second round. I think… A bit late I was carefully awoken by Camille who said she’d drop me off.
After that, we stayed in the town Nieafu, for a few days. We restocked our veggies, explored the town, and in my case, hung out with the children of the mooring field.
To put it simply, there were a handful of older kids, and it got chaotic quickly. Camille and I cut Marin’s (Counting Star) hair; and then I pierced the two girls’ ears with a needle, ice cube, and apple. (Warning, children do not try it at home without parent’s approval).
After being in town for a few days, we decided it was high time to begin our exploration of the islands surrounding the main town.
Now, Tonga is a bit odd with their names of anchorages. Or should I say, lack of names. They use numbers rather, causing many of them to blur together. That’s why I began to name them my own unique nicknamed based off of what we did there. 10 was the anchorage we practiced archery. 11 was were is was way too windy. 7 was the anchorage we ended up far too often. 4 was pot luck anchorage, 30 Crazy Kid Convention, and the list goes on, but that gives you a quick idea of what we did in each anchorage. I’m sure there were a handful more, but once again, I hate to reiterate it, but they have blurred together.
Despite their numbering, I did enjoy it. Mostly because we were stuck to the hip with Anila, who has Camille (15). This made cruising was never boring, but ever so tiring. Mostly because Cam and I had a sleepover ever weekend and got about 3-5 hours of sleep on average. Shh, you can tell anyone!
After the numbered anchorages, we hopped down to the second group in Tonga: Happai. The anchorages had names, but I can’t remember any of them. I guess Eoin was right, Tongan names are a big hard to remember. Any who, we sailed down with Counting Stars, which was a blast. Once again, we ended up cruising with a boat with kids my age (or close at 14 & 11), so there was never a dull moment. Along with Counting Stars, we shared the anchorage with 4 other boats. And with this came a steady stream of dinner guests. First was Blue Zulu with a feast of tacos (including Mom’s homemade tortillas!!!), next was Counting Stars and we made pancakes, then came Dol Selene when my mom made bangers and mash (an expression I had never heard until that night), and finally ad had Caramor come over for pizza. After we had all the boats over, I thought it was safe to head to be early, but Caramor invited is for duck, which turned out to be delicious, and I was glad I joined.
After that we had our fill of people and split in the middle of the night, so no body could invite us to anymore dinner parties. Just kidding, we didn’t leave because of that. We did have to leave early in the morning to head down to Tongaptapu, because mum had to fly out a few days later.
There isn’t much to report about Tongaptapu, but mum did depart to the States leaving me with a boat filled with boys!!! Two days later we picked up our friend Nick, who added to the many boys on the boat and we left that Friday to New Zealand, where we are now located. Don’t worry, I’ll write something about NZ soon. Stop rushing me!!

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