Pago Pago Update 1
I had, therefore, concluded that the only reason my anchor was holding was that it was fouled on debris. They had a tsunami come through here last year and it washed a lot of junk into the harbor. Things like boats, cars, houses.
But when we went to haul up the anchor we found it simply well-set in stiff mud. The anchor was my 35-lb Bruce with only 50-ft of chain and another 100-ft of nylon line in 30-ft of water. And it had held in 40-kt squalls. Good anchor. Good bottom.
The other anchor on 160' of 3/8" chain was also buried in mud and not fouled at all. That was my 35-lb Rocna.
Both anchors came up with very little fuss. We motored over and took the mooring that Dan (s/v Leeway) is going to take once his engine gets fixed and my new mooring gets installed.
Now I'm moored only 1/4-nm from the dinghy dock. That will make rowing in much easier. I'm also able to sleep at night without constantly jumping up to check my position everytime the wind blows.
The only down side about this mooring is that it is very, very close to a derelict freighter.
I've been told that this ship will come within a few feet of any boat moored here. That it does so when there's little or no wind and the tidal current is shifting causing she and I to drift in opposite circles. We'll see.
The main cargo dock is a half-mile east of this anchorage. There's usually a few tuna boats tied up there. Along with a freighter or two.
Across the harbor to the south is the Starkist Tuna Plant. They employ almost 3,000 people and process about 200 tons of fish a day. There's alway two or three boats at their dock unloading or waiting out in the harbor for their turn.
The problem with this plant is that it stinks. I mean really, really, stinks. Tell you what. Open a can of tuna, let it set for two days, then take a big whiff. That's what the air smells like here pretty much all the time. But, believe it or not you sort of get used to it.
Between the anchorage and the cargo dock is the 'marina.' They have space for long-liners to raft up and a few smaller boats to tie off. They also have a little dock that we use as a dinghy dock. Some of the liveaboards look like they've been here a while.
While riding the bus to market I noticed that there were no 'For Sale' signs on any of the houses. Then I concluded that it's probably has something to do with the common practice of burying relatives in the front yard.
I've seen this all through the South Pacific. Must be a cultural thing. But who want's to buy a house with uncle Raul in the front lawn?