We are at anchor by a Catholic mission on Nimoa Island. 


The gastronomique tour continues; we had giant mud crab stir fried in chilli, lime and fish sauce for dinner. This was courtesy of Samson, a villager from Panatinane Island, and James; who was bitten by it during it's capture, much to the amusement of the islanders and I. It tasted better than anything I have bougt in a restaurant, period. James managed to scoff his with one finger held out and bound in plaster. We paid for the crab with buckets and clothes. 


The number of islanders we are meeting with Anglo-Christian names has been increasing steadily as we neared the mission; Samson, Maria, Teresa, Noah, David and also a cluster of Gilberts?? 


We are going ashore tomorrow, trying to gather information  for our project and also watch the weekly soccer match which apparently draws players and spectators from across the archipeligo. We saw the first electric lights we have seen since arriving, and they shine invitingly across the water.