St Helena
St Helena is a very interesting place. No marina or docks: we’re tied up to a mooring ball and use the radio to request a pickup by the ferry on his hourly trips through the mooring field. After...
Author: Irene Voskamp
Update from St. Helena
I’ve not been online much, because we have pretty low bandwidth out here and often I can’t get a strong enough signal. Truthfully mostly I send messages to Edwin and he posts them because the...
Rounding the north end of St. Helena
First sight of St. Helena
Land ho! St. Helena lies before us.
Change of watch
Ten minutes to the hour I crawl out of bed, make myself presentable*, go upstairs to relieve Dunbar. He gives me a quick debrief on his shift - making good speed, wind has us directly on course, 410...
Learning to communicate
My friend S. used to ride and train horses, and has spoken often about the tricks of that trade. She put it quite pithily and I can’t quote her verbatim, but I remember her talking about the...
Off the barber-y coast
It’s well known that normal, healthy humans shed hairs off their heads. 25 or 50 a day, something like that. But when you have very long, very dark hair, and you’re in an enclosed environment...
Dolphins!
Meditations on silence
Rory put his finger on what’s different about being out here. It’s not that there is less information here than in the city (in civilization, I suppose) but everything out here is relevant....
Night watch
Day 4 draws to a close. I watched the sunset over the port now. We’re settling into a routine I think. Dinner as a crew, around six, so Rory can get a good nap in before he goes on watch at...