I'm now within 10 degrees of the International Date Line, and 11 degreesof the Equator, and I'm starting to wonder just where I'm going to landup. I'm really not too fussy, so long as it has an airport, arestaurant, and a bar. A bar with beer, and lots of it. I've been aiming for Tuvalu, although it's far from ideal – verydifficult for my shore … Continued
Day 32 Today was a good day for fishy-spotting. The ocean was rough, and as abig wave passed under my boat and out the other side I noticed severalfish silhouetted in the peak of the wave. I got out my waterproof videocamera and dangled my arm over the side, trying to get shots of theghostly forms as they filed past under my boat, heading from … Continued
This morning when I went out on deck, it was dotted with the littlecorpses of about 10 flying fish. It was my solemn duty to give them aburial at sea, by picking them up and rather unceremoniously chuckingthem over the side. It's a sad and rather slimy chore, and a sure signthat the seas are getting rougher. Most of the fish, as far as I … Continued
I used to take weather very personally. When I was rowing the Atlantic, just over 3 years ago, I used to imagine that helpful weather was some kind of a reward, and unfavorable conditions had been sent to teach me a lesson. I don’t know if this sprang from some kind of Hollywood myth, or classical mythology, or just from my own confused psyche, but … Continued
One of the questions in Saturday’s podcast Q&A has got me reflecting on how my boat really is a perfect little unit of self-sufficiency. The solar panels provide more than enough electricity for my needs, if my watermaker was working I would have an endless supply of water, and if I decided to fish I would have an endless supply of food. Even as it … Continued
See this recent edition of National Geographic Magazine…. sobering stuff, from a highly reputable organization.
Hood River, Oregon Last time I was eating out in London with some friends, one of them refused to eat fish on the grounds that current fishing practices are unsustainable. It’s unusual for me to find someone whose environmental conscience is even more tender than mine, and at the time I thought he was being overly finicky. Sorry, Julian, you were right. This story popped … Continued