Rory in his mobile office in the cockpit, working on his next book. Vingilótë is set up to let us work remotely- onboard satellite uplink and WiFi. The bandwidth is constrained relative to the...
Vingilótë’s helm. Almost all lines are brought back to the helm so it can be handled by one person, in a pinch. So a bit of sailing technobabble. If you’re already familiar with sailing jargon...
Whoever it was that said “It’s always darkest just before dawn” has clearly never done an overnight sail. Just before dawn it is spectacularly beautiful. Since I have the 6-8 am watch, I get...
All the books and blogs and articles I’ve read about sailing the oceans, no one has ever mentioned the schools (flocks?) of flying fish that jump onto your boat. They are very pretty when alive,...
My and Rory having successfully swam across the equator. We crossed the equator just after eight this morning. Poor Dunbar missed his morning nap because he graciously got up, took down the sails...
This little fella hitched a ride with us last night, saving himself seventy miles or so of flapping. Might be a tern. I never got a really good look at him. He took off just before dawn on his...
Approaching Fernando de Noronha. From almost all angles the island appears to be giving the finger to the world. New Year’s Eve afternoon we dropped anchor at the Brazilian island of Fernando de...
I think it’s a banyan tree. Rory and I agree it is straight out of Mirkwood. We walked past it on the way to the beach. Surprising to us there were almost no other cruising yachts in the harbor....
No bones about it, the cruising world is a very extensive culture and one that is new to me. And as is perhaps always the case, when you’re suddenly immersed in a new culture, you notice things...
Our traditional New Year's Eve meal. Avocado starter, with a scratch-made mayo base whisky sauce. Then a Caesar salad, made with butter lettuce heart leaves rather than romaine, and a scratch made...