Marina Life

For most boaters staying in a marina is something they do on a regular basis, it’s nothing special. But for us, it is a luxury that we haven’t had in many, many years. Nine in fact. Yep, it’s been nine years since we’ve had Kate alongside – that’s not counting the 10 minutes we spent…

First Stop, the Market

The last 300 Philippine pesos we had were spent at the market – a bottle of rum, a pineapple, a handful of chilies, and four bags of ice. Sounds like the makings of a farewell party, I know, but it was just what ended up being available/needed. With the humidex pushing 40-45C our fridge was…

Day Tripping & One Night Stands

In theory, day sailing is a great idea. Sail during the good daylight hours, throw the pick in a (hopefully) protected anchorage by mid-afternoon, have plenty of time to cook dinner, go to bed at a reasonable hour, and wake up refreshed to do it all again. But in reality, it is a little different.

A little perspective

For the past few weeks we’ve been surrounded by some pretty spectacular landscape. Islands that rise sharply out of the ocean, their sheer cliffs towering above us, their jagged, rocky spires unwelcoming. They are stoic and dramatic, inspiring and intimidating. And, according to Google, probably formed some 550 million years ago. Which puts our short lives on this planet in sharp perspective for sure.

Thoughts on Tonga

Like many over the past several days, I have watched video clips and news footage covering the huge explosion of the Hunga-Tonga-Hunga-Ha’apai volcano in the Kingdom of Tonga. We are lucky enough to have stopped in Tonga during our Pacific crossing in 2011 and spent 3 months sailing throughout the island group. We visited the…

Lest We Forget – Lesson from the South Pacific

No matter where I am in the world I always stop and reflect on November 11th, Remembrance Day. As a Canadian I learned about the war in Europe, where most of the Canadian troops served. I had no idea how much action happened in the South Pacific. While sailing in Solomon Islands we encountered many…

Morning Galley Views – 52 Weeks (and counting) in Photos

I wake most mornings between 0430 and 0530, sans alarm. After awkwardly scooching out over the head of our triangle-shaped bed I start my day by heading to the galley to light the right-hand burner of our small gas stove and put the kettle on. While I am there I open the small hatch that…

In Lockdown/On Passage

I have started this blog post a thousand times in my head, late at night, as I lay on the sofa listening to the wind slap and clack in the loose wire rigging of the boat next door and feel Kate shudder strangely in her cradle. At those moments it feels like I should write…