Tuedsday 28th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W


This was to be our last day here – again! After breakfast Abigail and I decided that we would go on the local bus and see the botanic gardens, Gerry was invited and to our surprise he agreed to come along. We left in plenty of time to stop at the little espresso shop that we have become fond of and had a coffee to see us on our way. The buses run roughly half hourly and we caught one going anticlockwise around the island (they run in both directions but alternately). The trip took about half an hour and was the same route that we had taken in the hire car. When we arrived at the gardens we were the only people there and the café was empty. As it was just about lunch time we thought we would eat first and then walk around the place. The food there was mega expensive and the portions very small – not a good start.

The gardens cost $3 each to tour and there was no defined walkways, it was all a bit hit and miss. There were of course some nice shrubs and trees but on the whole I thought it needed a lot more time and work to make it a good tourist site. After we had finished our tour we went to wait for the bus, expecting to have to wait for at least 25minutes but luckily for us a bus came by within 5 minutes so we jumped on it and were heading back to the dock straight away. We got within 3 stops of the dock and there was a police roadblock – they were checking drivers licenses and had at least 3 people (looked like tourists) pulled over to book. It appears that this is a major revenue raiser for them as we got stopped for a license check on our first day out here in a hire car, luckily Gerry had his local license and it was no problem. As the license costs just $10 we can’t understand why these people wouldn’t have got one and it is advertised quite extensively that you must have a local license from the police station. Anyway Gerry got off at the dock and went to fill the water tanks on the boat whilst Abigail and I went on into town to see if we could buy me a new pair of polarized sunglasses as mine have broken, we found a couple of pairs but I wasn’t going to pay $300 for a pair to wreck on the boat so I’ll have to tape mine up and make them last for the time being. We walked back to the boat and Abigail stopped by the laundry to collect our last minute washing, she scored again – the girl in the laundry seems to like her and gave her 6 pearls; they are not good quality but 2 of them are quite nice and they will make nice costume jewelry. Whilst we had been gone Gerry smelt gas on the boat – coming from the propane locker; the bottle that we had just changed over seemed to be leaking. He disconnected it and took it to be refilled and to see if he could get a new seal – no luck there and he ended up just tightening it up as much as possible. Hopefully enough to stop the gas from leaking! Good job we have 2 bottles. As the afternoon wore on Abigail and I prepared dinner – a roast rib, well 2 actually which we finally sat down to eat at around 19.00hrs. Following dinner Abigail went off to visit the tattoo artist as he had invited her to see the tattooing he was working on that evening whilst Gerry and I read for a while before going to bed. The weather is looking better and we plan to depart in the morning sometime; as yet we haven’t decided if we are going to Niue or straight through to Tonga – it will depend on what the weather looks like once we get out of the harbour.

Monday 27th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W


We remain captive for the time being, the weather is beginning to improve but it looks like it will be Wednesday before we can leave here in reasonable winds. So knowing that we were going to be here all day we made plans to use the car wisely for the morning – it had to be returned at 11.00hrs. After punting to the dock we drove first to the immigration office to see if we could change our departure dateNow Gerry had already been told that he had to settle the harbour master’s bill before checking out but he wanted to see if he could do it without settling the bill first – of course he couldn’t so that was a wasted trip into the office which will have to be repeated when we leave on Wednesday. Abigail and I meanwhile went to the grocery store and began filling the cart with essential supplies – all the things that we have eaten due to our extra stay here plus some toilet rolls – we were down to our last 4 and as you know (Lorie) we can’t be sure when we will find them in another supermarket anywhere along the way! We were about half way around when Gerry found us and hurried us along. Our next stop was the bottle shop – out of rum and soft drinks again (oh and crisps – red rock rule!) By now we had about ¾ hr left and we drove around so that I could take a couple of photos that I had been meaning to get all week. Back to the boat, it began to rain just as we loaded the shopping into the dink so Abigail and Gerry ferried it across whilst I waited in the car; luckily it was just a short shower.. Our neighbours were looking to walk into town for some beer so Gerry then offered to act as a taxi and drove them, by the time we returned to the dock it was time to hand the car in so Gerry did that whilst Abigail and I went and bought some decent cups of coffee. Gerry was itching to get back on the boat and check out the weather for the next few days so Abigail ferried him across and then returned with the dink so that she and I could go tot the gift shop and the pearl farm – we had a couple of small things to buy including a pearl earring for Bear who couldn’t possibly go home without one! We returned to the boat and Abigail made us lunch and then went for her afternoon nap, Gerry played with the weather stuff for a while, sharing it with our neighbours here and getting an invite to one of the boats for cocktail hour and I did the dishes and made soup before labeling photos and typing blog notes. Gerry made up a container of cocktails and I made up some canapés to take over to cocktail hour, we were the last to arrive and the first to leave 21/2 hours later. The people who invited us were Americans and their boat “Scholarship” was an older boat with a beautiful design. It was like a meeting of the united nations as there were 2 Americans, 2 South Africans, 2 New Zealanders, 3 Australians, 1 Englishman and 1 Brazilian invited for cocktails; they also invited the only single hander in the dock who was for some European country but he didn’t turn up. It made for an interesting gathering with lots of stories and friendly teasing (mostly about sport). As I have said we left first and went to the fish and chip shop for what turned out to be a later dinner and then headed home to bed; we could hear the others arriving back at their boats and they sounded very drunk!

Sunday 26th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W


Yet more boats have arrived and the dock is now full. No one plans to leave until the threat of the severe gale has passed so we are all companionable dockmates for a while yet. There was even a cruise liner (Tahitian Princess) anchored outside of the harbour this morning at dawn – we think they had a medical emergency on board as they talked about docking in the harbour at one point - we weren’t sure where they thought they would get in though as there was no space. Gerry helped to tie up a catamaran this morning, the guy had single handed it from Tahiti to here (nuts!). The women from the other boats all trouped off to church first thing this morning to hear the choirs singing, as we had done that last week we stayed on our boat and opted to have a cooked breakfast instead. Following breakfast I bagged up all the books that we had finished with to offer for exchange with the other boats, some of the books I haven’t read yet but Gerry has speed read them all and wants something new to read. We took off into town – everything closed except for the café, and we went there for lunch, along with every other tourist who had braved the drier day. Having eaten Gerry suggested that we tour the island one more time (?) but this time we went round it clockwise. I have to say that stupid as it sounds I saw different things by going this way around, I still an unimpressed with it all but at least I have seen it from every viewpoint!


One of the things that stuck in my mind was a deserted / unfinished hotel complex with the best views of the beach and set in magnificent grounds. We aren’t sure if the place was never completed, has run to ruin or what happened, it is a huge complex and looks so forlorn it is such a sad waste of land and space. Looking at the place now we think it would take a fortune to fix it up to useable state, the funny thing is that the grounds seem to be being cared for – it’s almost as if there is some legal dispute or court battle being waged over the place and everything has ground to a standstill. Anyway we didn’t see anything on this tour to make us change our minds about the state of the tourist sites of interest so we made our way back to the boat for the afternoon where Abigail and Gerry went for a sleep whilst I typed these notes out.

Saturday 25th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Still feeling captive to the island we awoke to grey skies and more rain, a little lighter this morning but still wet! At least today there was the market to go to. We all went ashore for showers and then made our way along the road to the market which thankfully isn’t too far away. Despite the rain it was crowded and Gerry decided to go and sort out a hire car whilst Abigail and I went hunting down some vegetables and fruit. Picking our way thought the puddles, tourists and trestle tables laden with produce and crafts we managed to purchase the few things that we needed with the little bit of cash that we had left; we even acquired a $3 Cook Island note in our change, it was the first one we had seen and Abigail wants to take it home as a souvenir. Gerry found us as we were just about finished (and just in time to help carry the produce) and we all headed off towards the car hire place as the car wasn’t quite ready. There was a gift shop next door so we went and browsed in there whilst waiting for the car, it was ready long before we had finished browsing but I have to say at this point that I have been quite disappointed with the craft stuff – it is all mass produced and I think most of it is probably made in China if the truth be known! That which appeals to me is the stuff that I would have a hard time importing into Australia – the carvings and basket ware, so we left the stuff sitting on the shelves for some one else to buy. Now that we had wheels again the first stop was the bank, we had used up just about all the cash that we had, as it was also lunch time and the munchie twins – Gerry and Abigail, were starving we stopped at a popular café for lunch, the food was average and the wait for a table not worth while but at least we had eaten. After lunch it was time to go back to the boat via a different road. The obligatory afternoon nap followed and then at around !6.00hrs Gerry decided that we could go back out in the car and do some sightseeing around the island as the rain had let up a little. So off we set again in the anticlockwise direction with Abigail giving navigational instructions to take us to each of the marked sites of interest for tourists; we went on both the coast road and the inner road, backtracking each time so we didn’t miss anything.
I can’t say I have been more disappointed with sightseeing – the sights were few and far between and the “palaces” were just crumbling mounds of buildings that had seen better days (we hope). Things like the cultural village and botanic gardens were only open “Monday to Friday 9 till 4” so we missed out on those 3 places; the view point from the hill to the hospital was quite good but there was no where to stop and get photos and the Papua waterfall was just OK – when you managed to find it! The directions given on the maps were very indistinct and it was more by luck than anything else that we managed to find some of the places. We did notice that there are graves everywhere on the island; lots of people seem to be buried in the family garden or in small plots along the side of the roadways, not necessarily in church graveyards although there are plenty of them too (and churches at every ten paces!) We found ourselves back at the starting out point and made our way to Trader Jacks for a couple of pre dinner drinks, after which we were so hungry that we stayed put and ate dinner there too. I chose grilled fish for my dinner and it was delicious but both Gerry and Abigail chose a shrimp pasta which they both complained lacked flavour – oh well, it was food! After eating it was time to return to the boat and settle in for the night.

Friday 24th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Happy Birthday Paul Michael, hope you have a great day.

Well the decision to stay certainly took on meaning today, we awoke to rain and grey skies. A couple more boats had arrived overnight and needed help to tie up to the dock so Gerry was out there in his wet weather gear being a Good Samaritan. These boats arrived with the same stories of bad weather on the way and they too had had a couple of bad days on the trip across from Bora Bora – I seems that everyone we speak to has had a tough time doing that particular passage, I’m glad that we weren’t the only ones. We went ashore and used the dock showers to save the water on the boat and then went to the nearby coffee shop for a decent cup of coffee. Gerry said that he thought we would be here until at least Monday or Tuesday so we would hire a car tomorrow and redo the tour of the island incase we had missed anything, and besides which all the shops, bars and cafes are a decent walk away – no fun if it was going to continue to rain for the next 3 days. It continued to rain all day and we made a hasty retreat to the boat to check the lines were secure and that the beds were safe to sleep in (Ok so everyone had a nap) The biggest problem is that with the weather turning horrible there are no places to go and see and nothing to do that we have found so we just read more and relaxed on the boat. We dug out the map of the island along with the tourist guide and marked off all the places of interest to make sure that we don’t miss any of them after picking up the car tomorrow. Dinner was again on the boat – we bar b qued up some thick fillets that we had bought in Bora Bora, they were delicious. Again we gave in to the movie watching and if you haven’t seen The Ninth Gate – don’t bother, it was a Roman Polanski movie staring Johnny Depp and it would be a waste of hard earned cash to pay to see it, thank goodness we didn’t pay to see it! We retired to bed with the wind howling around the boat, the lines jerking backwards and forwards and the rain pounding on the deck – who cares we were al safe, warm and dry inside!

Thursday 23rd August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Well as you can see from the Long and Lat at the beginning of today’s blog we haven’t gone anywhere. We started the day off with purpose – we were going to leave, we took the trash ashore, tidied away all the things that move in transit and began our preparations for leaving. Meanwhile Gerry had wandered along the dock to chat to a new arrival who came in last night from Bora Bora; when he returned to our boat Abigail and I had just about got everything ready to leave when Gerry said that he thought we might not be going. The new arrivals told us that they had a weather report showing a severe gale blowing our way out from New Zealand and that the marine warnings were for all boats to be into Niue and anchored by Saturday at the latest. Gerry was immediately on the internet looking for more details and information as none of our rib charts had shown anything of the kind. Sure enough with enough hunting we found the rogue gale – it was part of the southern convergence zone stuff which happens out of the south (duh!) and can have winds reaching 70 knots - we didn’t want to be out in that so our departure was postponed for the time being. It appears that the front is supposed to hit Niue on the weekend and then who knows! We are a little concerned for Osprey who left yesterday and aren’t particularly fast, we aren’t sure that they will make it into the safe harbour before being hit by the storm. Anyway once we had decided to stay put we did a whole lot of nothing; wandering ashore for a coffee, read our books and took naps when we felt the need. We rearranged Abigail’s flight out of Tonga for a week later, though even this may need revising if the weather is slow to improve. As we have already spent a small fortune here on eating ashore and stocking up we decided to eat on the boat and I cooked up one of our favourite dinners – Miracle Whip chicken which disappeared in one easy go. Having been stuck doing nothing all day we opted to watch a movie after dinner – for the millionth time we Gerry and sat through Shrek 2 as Abigail had never seen it. For some reason it always makes us laugh, especially donkey asking “are we there yet” – it’s just like being on our boat! Once the movie was over it was time to try and decided on a plan for the next couple of days which we will spend here waiting for decent weather and then we were all off to bed.

Wednesday 22nd August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Today we had the car for a final couple of hours and had to get everything requiring transport done as soon as possible. I had a little business to attend to whilst Gerry and Abigail went and checked out, took the laundry to be done, filled up the fuel jerry cans, bought the chicken breasts that we couldn’t find yesterday and then returned the car to the hire depot. We all met back up on the boat and had lunch together. My afternoon was spent cooking up some meals for our forth coming trip. Abigail split her time between helping me and helping Gerry who ran hoses across the dock to fill our water tanks – it took some time and a lot of patience! By 16.00hrs we had finished with the cooking and were full with water and fuel – it was time for a nap. We decided to go cheap for dinner and went ashore to a fish and chip shop, it turned out that it wasn’t so cheap but at least there were no dishes to do at the end of it. Following dinner I typed up the blog notes whilst Gerry and Abigail read. We are now one of just two boats left here at the dock, all the others have taken off and are on their way to Niue, we plan to join the flotilla tomorrow, once I have loaded the blog and checked our email (not early!).

Tuesday 21st August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

We planned our day down to the finest detail as we had the car for just one more day; Abigail went off to get here tattoo done whilst Gerry and I went off to do some grocery shopping and a quick stop at the bottle shop, that just about took care of the morning. We transported everything back to the boat and unloaded it, finding space where none really existed. Abigail returned to the boat around 13.00hrs sporting a new tattoo on her right foot, it’s an original design and she is very pleased with it. As we had planned to see the rest of the island today we immediately took off in the car and made our way around the shore line road traveling anti clockwise. We made just two stops – first to book for the dinner show at one of the resorts and then at a beach side restaurant for mid afternoon tea / late lunch and coffee. The setting was magnificent and the food was pretty good too. We continued our tour, being a little disappointed with the lack of signposting for the places of interest but never the less we enjoyed the scenery making it back to the dock in time for a little siesta before getting ready to go out for dinner. We all dressed up in our finery to go to the resort for dinner, even if our clothes were a bit rumpled from being crushed into small spaces on the boat. The dinner show was a buffet meal followed by a professional drum and dance group. The food was very good for buffet style and there was plenty of it; the show began at around 20.30hrs and was very entertaining with singing, drumming and island style dace demonstrations. The troupe performing have been international winners of some big events and were consummate professionals. Having seen the dancers in Nuku Hiva though I have to say that I thought it was a little too wooden and practiced for my liking, the Nuku Hiva dancers were more spontaneous.
That’s not to say they weren’t good or that I didn’t enjoy the show – it was awesome. It was the first time Abigail had seen such a show and she was duly impressed and took a heap of photos and some video clips. I thought the stars of the show were the little girls who opened the show – they were about 6years old and could swing their hips like you wouldn’t believe. Once the show was over we drove home, and were soon in bed sleeping.

Monday 20th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Happy Birthday Tony, we are thinking of you today

Our day began with me making pancakes for breakfast; this in itself caused a problem as the gas (propane) ran out half way through cooking them. After changing the bottles over and finishing cooking we made plans for the day. Half way through eating breakfast we were interrupted by a shout from the dock, the agricultural inspector had arrived to check our boat, this meant that Gerry had to take the dinghy across to the dock and ferry him out to the boat – I’m not sure what these guys do if there is no dinghy. Anyway we plied him with strong coffee and suspect milk (is it meant to have little lumps floating on top?) whilst we filled out the required paperwork. Just as we thought we had finished with all that stuff another man arrived on the dock and needed ferrying out to the boat, this time it was the health and safety officer We offered him coffee but he settled for juice – wise man! Then he proceeded to tell us that he was going to spray our boat to kill off any bugs we may have bought with us – normal procedure for New Zealand ports of call, we closed all hatches and he did his thing whilst we sat in the cockpit. Then came the fee payment - $10 NZ for the agricultural man and $20 NZ for the health and safety officer, I tried to tell them that the coffee and juice cost the same as their fees but they didn’t fall for that one.We had to get a photo of them with Bear before they departed and they both posed quite willingly..
Once we had handed over our cash they required ferrying back to the dock which Gerry did. Then we got down to the plans for the day, Abigail wanted to book in for a tattoo, we needed to take the gas bottle to the refill station, Gerry had to do the customs and harbour master check in and we wanted to hire a car for a couple of days to see the island. We went ashore together and separated to do 3 different things, I dropped off the gas bottle, Abigail went to book her tattoo and Gerry went off to the harbour master’s office. I met up with Gerry and we went to hire a car, he then had to go and get a local driving license so I walked to the tattoo studio and met Abigail and the two of us then walked into town dropping off a necklace for engraving and a pearl to have a gold loop attached to. We met up with Gerry who had arranged his driving license but had to return later to collect it, he had then gone on to see if he could get an external keyboard for the computer that has the sticky key – he had bought one and the computer is now back in working order. We then retraced our steps to the police station but his license still wasn’t ready so we then went for lunch – figuring that everything may be ready after an hour of lunch. Eventually we managed to collect the license – and here’s the funny thing – it was Gerry’s photo, they had his birthday round the wrong way month where day should have been and day where month should have been, but the worse thing was that the signature slip on the back was someone else’s entirely! He didn’t wait around to sort that one out, figuring that it wasn’t going to matter anyway. It was then time to go pearl shopping. We hit just about all the main stores in town, Abigail found some baroque pearls to have made into earrings to match her ring and I eventually found a pair of earring that were reasonably close in colour to the ones in my pendant, Gerry just tagged along to sign the credit card slips and sit on the “bored husband” seats inside the store. With our shopping complete it was time to return to the gas filling station to collect our propane tank and then return to the boat for a late afternoon nap. We went out for dinner to a shore side bar / grill called “Whatever” where we had a wonderful meal, met some terrific people and shared a few stories with the locals including the owners and a man who holds the Guinness record for free diving for pearls. This man and I chatted for a while and it turned out his father was one of the founders of the pearling industry in the Cook Islands, he had taken over the farming and he surprised me by handing me a gift of a pearl just before he left for the night. It poured with rain whilst we were there having dinner and as soon as it stopped we headed back to the boat to make sure that we weren’t taking on any water and that the dinghy was still floating. Back on the boat we soon retired to bed, marveling at the generosity and friendliness of the people we had met.

Sunday 19th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

Abigail and I had been reading the tourist guide for Rarotonga and it was recommended that attendance at the Cook Island Christian Church was not to be missed, so we decided that we would go along to hear the choir singing. Gerry wanted to do some work under the floorboards so it was best that we made ourselves scarce for the morning. We had breakfast and then the two of us set off to go into town and find the church. The town was deserted, nothing opens on a Sunday; we walked along the shore side walkway and enjoyed the views along the way. We eventually found the turn off to the church and made our way there; once outside I was a bit disconcerted to notice a sign saying that “no shorts or long pants for women were allowed”, I had worn Capri pants and was wary about offending the church body but a visiting preacher came up to us and welcomed us and when I asked about my mode of dress he said that he disagreed with the local dictate and I would be welcome anyway then he went off to talk to the local minister. Just before the service was about to begin he returned to us and showed us where to go, as it happened there were quite a few women (including some locals) wearing pants and shorts, mine were not the worst violation by any means! All the visitors were seated in the gallery overlooking the body of the church. The service was held in Maori and then translated into English; there were 2 choirs and the singing was magnificent. After the service which went on for 2 hours we were invited back to the hall to share refreshments with everybody but we politely declined as we were expected back at the boat for lunch. We made our way back to the boat walking along the shop side of the town, unfortunately even the window displays were covered up or put away out of sight so there wasn’t too much to look at. We found a tattoo parlour that was open and Abigail had to go and have a look at the designs, she is desperate to get a Polynesian tattoo before leaving here and was sussing out what she liked. We made it back to the boat and were greeted by Gerry asking what was for lunch. We then had to listen to what Gerry had achieved during our absence - not a great deal! Then it was time to get busy and fix the new sliders to the main sail and run a new topping lift line as our one had frayed during the trip. Once we had found the sail maker’s palm (it was in a safe place), the sail needles and thread and some new tape I set about stitching the new sliders into place whilst Gerry hoisted Abigail up the mast to replace the topping lift line. We finished both jobs at about the same time and after taking some photos, with bear in the bosun’s chair with Abigail we packed away the sail and the repair gear and retired to have a rum punch and an afternoon rest. There were no restaurants open as it was Sunday but the fish and chip shop just over the road from the dock was open so we opted to get a take away from there for dinner. Just as we were deciding to watch a movie we heard a yell from outside – a couple of guys from the other boats wanted to know if Abigail would like to go to the movies with them, they had no idea what was showing but she went along anyway. I sat and typed up the blog notes for the trip whilst Gerry read until 22.00hrs when Abigail returned. It turned out that they didn’t go to the movies and a group of 5 of them, mostly in their 20’s went for a few beers at a local pub, it was good for her to have some people of her own age to have a chat with and share stories of their experiences on the various boats. After listening to her relating the stories of the night we all went to bed.

Saturday 18th August

Rarotonga,
Cook Islands

21 12.295 S
159 47.091 W

I spent most of my watch trying to get the cross track error back down, we had been forced to go about 7 miles off track and clawing back that 7 miles took almost all night to achieve but by the time 06.00hrs came around we had just .5 mile to make up and we were just 5 miles from our way point. Gerry and I were both on deck at dawn and we decided to slow our approach down a little by furling the jib away, we didn’t want to go into the harbour until the light was good as it is surrounded by reef and boulders and we were tired and didn’t need any dramas at the last minute.
We took down the French Polynesia flag and hoisted the Q flag. We found the lead lights with no problem, they were bright blue but as soon as the sun rose they went out and we had to try and line up two triangles for the harbour approach. We dropped the main and turned on the engine to enter the harbour, calling the Rarotonga radio as per the guide instructions. We were told to await the harbour master’s instructions for docking and as we slowly made our way into port we wondered if we were ever going to hear from him. Suddenly we were hailed on the radio by a yacht that was docked alongside, they offered to help tie us up (it’s stern to docking with an anchor out). We explained that we were waiting for the harbour master’s directions and then got told that he was on vacation! After some discussion and chat with 2 of the guys docked alongside we were assisted to anchor and tie up. Finally by 07.45hrs we were able to turn off the motor and breath a sigh of relief, the passage was over. Our new neighbours were quick to introduce themselves and give us directions to everything and explain the requirements for checking in – it was all very relaxed here and no pressure to do anything until Monday. After a cup of coffee, a shower and change of clothes we took all the laundry across the road to the nearby launderette and then headed to the hole in the wall for some cash and then on to the weekly market (Saturdays only). We strolled through the market and purchased a few fruits and vegetables and Abigail bought a couple of things that she fancied
before returning to the launderette to collect our clean laundry – great service 2 hours and it was all done and reasonably priced too. The afternoon was spent having a sleep to catch up with the lost hours in transit. Around 18.00hrs we walked towards town to an Indian restaurant that we had spotted, I wouldn’t recommend it in a million years, the food was bland and the service left a lot to be desired but we were all too tired to care too much and returned to the boat as soon as we had finished eating and were all in bed asleep again by 21.00hrs.