Most of the island's population of about 50 came out to our ship.
They were there to socialize and to sell handicrafts.
We bought a necklace and a bird carving.
I can't resist taking pictures of the kids and doing some magic tricks.
A lucky few got to go ashore. I say lucky because no one was lost and no limbs broken. The harbor on the island is so small and seas so treacherous that the ships tender couldn't be used. So anyone who wanted to visit the island had to go down a rope ladder on the side of the ship to board the 50 foot boat that the folks from the island use. It was riding up and down about 4 feet because of the swells and swinging well out from the ship, getting on board was a real challenge. If the boat was coming up it could potentially trap your leg against the ship. So to avoid a major medical emergency this guy would rather unceremoniously yank you off the ladder.
Some pictures from the ship as we left. We had to first go out to sea then around the island to Bounty Bay.
The coastline and surf were intimidating.
Can you imagine how desperate John Adams, Fletcher Christian, and the other mutineers must have been to decide that this was the place they should settle.
Two views of the harbor and the sign on the boathouse that welcomes all visitors.
A couple of pictures showing that I was really there.
One of the homesteads on the island.
The same rock promontory from 5 vantage points as I made my way up the trail to the top.
Palms, a norfolk pine and a banyon tree along the trail
A final view as we were leaving Pitcairn.
