I’m scooting over to Pitcairn Island, where I’m relieved to learn it is not nearly as hot as in Kiribati. Pitcairn’s Island is the 3rd book of the Bounty Trilogy by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall, and the summary pasted in the back of the book by the kindly librarians who just got rid of the book (read: free! THANK YOU) says: “The third and climactic volume, Pitcairn’s Island, is the chronicle of those mutineers who escaped capture and, fleeing from the world with their native wives, found refuge in the loneliest island of the Pacific. They lived undiscovered for eighteen years and in that time founded a primitive community whose peace was shattered by a struggle of bitter vengeance.”
Sticking with the absurdly remote theme for this week, I will now be on an island that is 2 miles across, the only inhabited island in the group of 4 Pitcairn Islands that are administered by the British Commonwealth. This island is farther from a major landmass than any other established community in the world. The novel I’ll be reading is based on true events, and the current island residents (all roughly 48 of them, according to Wikipedia) are actual descendants of the Bounty mutineers.
I gotta say, it is really pretty here. In fact, given the weather, the improved food, the fact that I’m ahead of schedule, and the fact that there is supposed to be a big community meal and burning of a model of the Bounty on Bounty Day 1/23, I think I’ll stay here after I finish my book and lie on the beach reading non Around the World books until after Bounty Day. Given that this is an imaginary visit, I won’t have to worry about how the heck to get out of here when I want to, which on a real trip is such a big issue that you have to do something very like immigration paperwork just to visit this place. Conceivably the other 48 islanders want to know a bit about your character and financial stability if you could be stuck here for a ridiculously extended period. Which is, well, very likely if you visit.