Nestled into a quiet corner of the Bay of Islands in Vanua Balavu. We had Starr with two stern ties and two bow anchors holding her firm, she wasn’t going anywhere, and honestly, neither were we. The spot was perfect. Protected, peaceful, and beautiful, surrounded by the dramatic limestone formations where the tiny trees growing out of the lava rock looked like Japanese bonsai. It was only after a few slow mornings and long afternoons...
