Timing is everything in Nuku Hiva; reloading for more fun
A Bastille Day reveler holding the unknowing main ingredient in the Gyro we ate later So it had been 8 months since our last visit to the US and we were long overdue for some serious socializing with relatives and friends. We sailed L'ORIENT to Nuku Hiva (where we were planning on leaving her with a boat watcher... kind of a nautical baby sitter). And we timed it perfectly because Bastille Day (a kind of French Mardi-Gras) was happening as we arrived. As Nuku Hiva has only 2,200 people, imagine Mardi-Gras in New Orleans and subtract 5,000,000 people........and you've got it. Creative float or Nuku Hiva's least experienced driving instructor? Bastille parade. What's with old folks and white shoes, anyway ? But the effort and creativity were there. Virtually every vendor, store or organization participated in a quaint local parade.........including 5 Toyota Hilux pickup trucks driving in formation (for no other reason than they looked similar, apparently). They were follo