We decided to take it on the nose -- or the stern, to be more accurate -- and head for Fiji despite a frisky wind forecast for tomorrowWe slid out of Neiafu Harbor just after lunch, waving at our friends on the second-level balcony of The Giggling Whale as we sailed past.

It wasn't really sailing; the motor propelled us through the anchorage while our sail and the fickle wind argued, but I imagine it still looked good from afar.