Our little ship reminds them that if they want to make a point of Venus today, then they need to go now. Removing the anchor from the dirt, the hose and the scrubber come into use, removing with the help of some bright fireboxes and bright blows, thick gray mucus from the flies. Having plunged home, when the anchor is locked, it turns into a light breeze and leaves the harbor on a reciprocating course from its record just a few days before. A short sail to the east along the breakwater leads her to the actual Matavai Bay, where she anchors about eight meters of water into black sand. This is the same black sand as Cook's anchors. & # 39; Endeavor & # 39; will enter in 1769.
Following the anchor seal of our most famous explorer, she did not go unnoticed by her crew. They chat about what it was like then, and if there could be any charming southern sea maidens adorned with straps to greet them when they come ashore. Is it because they did not arrive at the three masters and did not give the traditional full salute of the navy, or they were not wearing their great form, their arrival on the thread was marked only by the attention of a small group of screeching gulls, circling over their heads. In addition to this mild irritation, the beach is largely empty, and the black curve of the group extends either from both sides. For maximum effect, they landed a dead center, so they are a little surprised by the lack of shiny brown bodies, shot down from the beach, in awe of their arrival! Several dismissive hurrumphs and grunts are displaced as they work on the boat up the sandy slope, but they quickly scatter on the realization that right in front of them, bypassing the coastline, is a small seaside cafe offering cool drinks and beer.
Cook had none of them waiting for him when he landed! offers the crew of Anglo - dignity.
Carelessly waving the chain, our little ship gently laughs at the false bustle of these people, called people.
The lazy evening sun glides sweetly over their backs as they head further east to the point where they expect to see the treasures of watching Transit. A couple of cold beers washing in their system seem to infect male crew members. legs with a jelly-like effect, reducing their ability to steadily place one foot in front of the other without tortuosity. The Siblist brothers, striding forward, sniffing that it would be better if they stuck to the sparkling water, as she did! A grab response from behind serves only to increase the crews of siblings. pace, leaving them even further. A small piece of battered and red scaly shops, huddled as a joke on the road, slowly passes to the right when they leave by the end of the cape - windy and barren. A few loose whales, struggling to keep a bridgehead, dotted bleached white coral. Surprisingly, the rather impressive lighthouse of Vienna Venus, built by eighteen eighty eighteen in a narrow place, is surrounded by a bunch of palms and casuarinas. It was here that our fearless team consciously, belatedly, realized that they must have gone through the “Museum of Discoveries”. on the way to.
Looking around, besides the lighthouse, there are no other buildings in the area that look like a museum. For such a monumental event that our crew was expecting, if it were not for a building similar to the Palace de Versailles, there was no respectable construction recognizing the growth of what happened at this place two hundred and fifty years ago. Inquiring from the locals, it was found that the museum was very little, than a modest stone hut. It was recently demolished when the contents were delivered to Paris, where they are now exposed, an unknown location. Now they understand how the characters of the Da Vinci Code felt as they climbed the empty wall, solving a mystery. However, in the case of our crew, we had the resources and did not incline to the next flight to Paris to continue the search. While admiring the stone and complex brickwork of the lighthouse again, our team turns away, adding to the coming twilight.
