While we were on the motu we were visited by a clan of feral cats. Don't
worry, they look well fed and groomed, so they must be content. There had to
be at least a dozen that I saw, who knows how many were hiding elsewhere.
The rusted metal pieces sticking up in the water are the remains of the
German war ship I mentioned yesterday.
This is such a beautiful island, everywhere you turn, you see beauty. It is
so lush and green. At different times of the day, with different lighting,
the landscape changes.
The last photo is of my house seen from the boat as we passed by.
Also, I just could not resist including a few more shark pictures, I know
how excited my son JIII is about the prospect of swimming with them (as in
not, but I am sure he will not let his mother down).
