What a great story!The first time I was in Hakatea was '89. You may have heard it referred to as Daniels bay, at least the eastern arm. I visited with Daniel several times - he was very welcoming to yachties. He had a misbehaving Evinrude outboard which by coincidence I had some spare parts for. With a bit of fiddling, a new condenser and sparkplug I managed to get the thing working. Daniel was delighted and asked me if I would like some pork. Not thinking and frankly being a bit short of meat due to no fridge and no cash, I responded that yes I would like some. He gestured for me to follow and whistled for his dogs. I naively thought he must have some meat nearby. Even after 25 mins of spirited climbing following his dogs the reality of the situation still did not dawn on me. Only when we chased after the baying hounds and sprinted into a small break in the bush to find the dogs latched on to a pig did reality break into my brain. Within 30 seconds or so Daniel had run to the pig and cut its throat with a knife, leaving me a bit shocked. A swift gutting later muggins here was charged with carrying the bloody, stinking carcass back down the steep hill. There were no flies on Daniel, unlike myself that day. I ended up with a sizeable portion of pork, which even after we used up much of our remaining gas to cook was so tough that I dislocated one side of my jaw attempting to chew. Our time in the Tuamotus was for me coloured with liquid food muscle spasms, Panadol and anti-inflammatory medication. I was eventually treated by a very glamourous French doctor in Papeete who popped my jaw back in and to whom I am still extremely grateful.
I have been back several times, and of course Daniel is long gone. If you are still in Taiohae then pay Rose Corser a visit and see her excellent small museum. She is very knowledgeable about Marquisian history and especially of that valley and the Vaipo waterfall and the chieftaness who led her people above the falls rather than submit to the French.