Flying fish
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,...
Author: Irene Voskamp
Vingilótë is in the northern hemisphere!
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...
Hitchhiker
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...
Happy new year!
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...
Fernando de Noronha
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....
Symbols of authority
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...
Seagulls
Ok, so ordinarily I don’t get excited about seagulls. I call them Pooping Pests. Rats with wings. And less friendly terms. But just after dawn today I was very happy to see them, because seagulls...
Here comes the sun
Vingilótë’s seven rooftop solar panels I must say, the sun is truly an awesome thing. Not only does it light and warm the whole world, through the artifice of Victron’s amazing solar panels it...
After the sunset
Crescent moon, low on the horizon. One bright star above it, or maybe a planet. It could be reddish, maybe it’s Mars. Wish I had a star chart. So many stars in the sky! Unimaginable. There’s no...
Merry Christmas!
I would never have thought I’d be celebrating Christmas in the tropics, a thousand miles from land. And yet here we are. Santa managed to find us - he must have great GPS and filled stockings with...