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The life to be

Where do I start? Perhaps at the end. For the last time, at least in the near future, we watched our fleet tack up and down the channel off Luganville before heading out on to Te Moananui o Kiva and finding different horizons on their way home. In 20 knots of wind...

Endurance Test

Soft fingers of light drop thru the dark cloud onto a surly sea. Actually it’s not that surly, a little boisterous at times but could be a whole lot worse. Lying in the hull, hard fibreglass and a bag for a back rest the water rushed and slapped its way...

Pacific Voyagers Presentations…Passion and Potential

There is a feeling that we call ‘chicken skin’ in Hawai’i. It can be generated in the human body from a variety of situations…. perhaps a story of spirit, of uncanny synchrony, or, in this case, presentations by the Pacific Voyagers. Something has made these presentations, in a humble hale...

Culture

We didn’t think we’d make it. We sat in the bus with the sun beating down and the time ticked by. First we just sat...then the bus moved 500m and the traffic stopped and we sat there...then the driver went back the way we’d come and the traffic stopped and...

Hello Honiara

Rain lashed across the deck driven before the gale force winds of an unexpected squall. Small pools of light from our head lamps lit the wet deck as we let go of the halyard and pulled the big genoa down. Andre disappeared in a wall of spray as the bow...

Cherish the moments

In the dark a single red light shines the way, the way towards breakfast. The kettle glows red on top and blue/yellow below from the gas fire (the only fossil fuel aboard). Red eggs are sizzling and there’s bread in the oven, red as well when Tanya opens the door...

Uliveo, Vanuatu

The smiles of a hundred children beamed from beneath frizzy brown hair, the grass was green and pitted with crab holes, the sky was blue with fluffy white clouds and the women and girls were a rainbow that shifted thru an unruly spectrum of big bright flowery dresses. Continue Reading →

Big fella thank you

Port Vila: dark feet stamped in the mud, seed pods in clusters around ankles rattled in time and decked out in leaves and woven mats the men of Ambrym danced and chanted before us. Different islands had different styles, but all were strong and memorable. So was the kava. We’d been...

A voyage not to be missed….

A blog from Tahitian crew member Titaua Degage, translated from French. Ideas fill my mind…. Change is inevitable and just as beneficial physically as it is mentally. Time passes differently than usual, but what I treasure the most is the generous beauty of mother nature. Despite difficulties, the voyage continues and...

Perspective

To think that the canoe belongs to us is the basic mistake of humanity. The idea of ownership is based in control (I can hear cries of ‘Communism’ already, but that’s not what I’m talking about). It tell us that something or someone is ours and that we can do what...

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