This will need to be a quick blog. There is a short chop to the ocean tonight, and I haven’t quite got my sea legs yet – or, to be more accurate, my sea stomach. The worst place is inside the cabin, and the worst thing to be doing is typing on a laptop, so I’ll keep it short.
Apart from a bit of queasiness, so far so good.
A lovely send-off this morning from the Marine Training Centre in Tarawa. President Anote Tong came down at 6.45 to see me off – the early hour was due to Parliament being in session at the moment. Speeches were made, ceremonial headdress placed on head, and the fine young men of the MTC sang a song of farewell.
The president asked me how I felt at this stage, setting out on a new adventure. I replied, truthfully, that I try not to think about it too much until I’m past the point of no return. Or I might think better of it.
But now I’m out here, it’s not too bad. Weather has been everything – hard rain, grey skies, but also blue skies and brilliant sunshine. I was diligent with my sun lotion but still have a bit of a burn. And blisters. And an aching back. And a sore bum. But I was expecting all of those. Part of the job description.
Have made some good progress, although a bit too much west and not enough south for my liking, despite pointing my boat south-south-east most of the day. That’s life. That’s currents.
Okay, will sign off for now, as I still have to figure out how to use EpicTracker and my new satphone to send a blog and I don’t want to push my luck queasy-wise. Didn’t have time for blogging dress rehearsal before leaving land. But hey, if I waited until I was 100% ready I’d never have got going at all.
Over and out.