1/50: Palmerston has no deep pass into the lagoon, but the locals put out moorings for yachts on the westside of the reef.
2/50: Arthur, the government administrator of Palmerston Island, checks us in without much fuss.
3/50: Edward, our host, and his son picked us up from the mooring field and took us through the pass to the main island
5/50: This yacht stayed in northwesterly winds and got wrecked on the reef.
6/50: The grave of William Marsters, the founder of the dynasty of Palmerston.
7/50: Edward's son took us cruisers on a sightseeing tour around the island.
8/50: Afterwards we got lunch at Edward's and Shelley's house.
9/50: Edward likes to play the guitar and sings along.
10/50: The local power supply relies on this solar plant.
12/50: The community is well equipped.
13/50: There's even street lighting.
14/50: 24 kids between 5 and 18 go to the local school.
17/50: The main language is English, but these two old ladies try to teach the kids maori songs.
24/50: The mooring field is far out.
27/50: Palmerston only gets four official supply ships a year. The Tiare Taporo is a small trade ship that turned up unannounced.
28/50: They don't bring ordered goods like the others, but build up a small bazar.
29/50: The whole village came to the exciting event--even the school closed down.
31/50: Exporting parrot fish to Rarotonga is an important source of income.
32/50: The catch (sadly mainly small fish) is filleted like on an assambly line...
33/50: ...and stored in one of the many freezers until the next ship comes.
36/50: On Palmerston all animals are considered as food.
37/50: David is chumming grey reef sharks.
42/50: Seabirds also land in the cooking pot.
43/50: This little booby sought shelter on Pitufa.
44/50: On Sundays everybody comes to church.
48/50: The three expats who live on Palmerston started planting veggie gardens.
49/50: Josh, the assistant teacher, proudly shared his tomatoes and bok choy with us.
50/50: Good-bye to Shelley, our generous host.
