M: If the Marquesas post was called “Paradise found”, what am I going to call this? A: Paradise found... again. Paradise-er. Paradise 2.0. Landfall in the Marquesas was obvious: there’s a monster mountain in front of your face. After a very mellow 3.5-day passage, land ho in the Tuamotus was harder to spot.... here you… Continue reading Holy Fakarava, that’s a shark!
Bonjour, bienvenue sur le Marquises. Excusez-moi s'il vous plaît. Je ne parle pas français. Je suis un ignorant américain. Thank goodness the ‘smile and nod’ is universal and that the Marquesans are a friendly and patient people. We hired Tahiti Crew to process our customs, immigration, and bond exemption paperwork, so despite our serious language… Continue reading Paradise found
Land ho! Land ho!!! LAND HO!!!!! At 2300 UTC we spotted the island of Hiva Oa through the haze. Deeply immersed in a Gillian Flynn novel, the moment from haze to right in front of my face passed in an instant. We arrived with enough remaining sunlight to see this small island in all its… Continue reading Day 19.3 – Land ho!
In a short time we will be making land fall in the Marquesas, and the toughest challenge we have undertaken will be complete. Last night we had another cheerful visit from our friends, you could see them coming up to us like a cavalry. We also had two more bites to our lures yet no… Continue reading Day 19
Last night we had a second visit by a large pod of dolphins. Common, spinner, and another type with a pink nose we’ve never seen before. They seemed to be having as much fun with their visit as we did. Sans squalls, night watch was clear and mellow. The day sail was lovely, ocean state… Continue reading Day 18
How would you like your night watch, shaken or stirred? Perhaps a little battered or bruised? The gusts from last night’s squalls caught us totally off guard, and they were big. A heavy night of swells, wind and rain left us sleep deprived, with a locker that took on water and a load of drenched… Continue reading Day 17
With the doldrums behind us, conditions are starting to pick up again. We are entering another area of squalls, so we are keeping a close eye on the weather. We rounded up on the spinnaker with an out-of-nowhere gust but made a quick recovery and doused. With lighter winds in the forecast we swapped the… Continue reading Day 16
I bring you news as newly anointed Shellbacks. Today at 2020 UTC, coordinates 0°00.000 South 130°00.000 West, Bravo and crew crossed the Equator, thereby transitioning from lowly Pollywogs to distinguished Shellbacks. As dictated by tradition and as the sole Shellback onboard, Captain Andy led the ceremony. We asked the Gods for forgiveness for our Pollywaggery,… Continue reading Day 15 – from Pollywogs to Shellbacks
Wake Caffeinate Eat Read Nap Music Eat Stop the boat for a quick swim in the middle of the planet in an absolute calm, clear, gorgeous day Chill Check lure, nope nothing. Get sad and keep hoping for the best Chill See giant fish following your boat, expressing no interest in your lure Eat Stargaze… Continue reading Day 14
That is right, 13 days at sea...in a row! That’s 312 hours, 18,720 minutes, 1,123,200 seconds. But who’s counting? We are motor-sailing through the doldrums, keeping an eye out for squalls, catching up on sleep and drying all of our gear. The inside of Bravo looks like a laundromat. Except it smells less of lavender and… Continue reading Day 13