Walk like warriors, we were never told to run Explored the world to return to where my soul had begun, Never looking back, or too far in front of me The present is a gift, and I just want to Be. – Be (Intro), Common Bali bound. The brochure-beckoning paradise beloved by everybody from… Read more Being In Bali
12th July 2018 Stole to bed on a rainy night black as black and rocked to sleep by the ocean’s rhythm; awoke to a bright morning gushing into the cabin of a mysteriously still boat. Popping bleary eyes out the forehatch I find before me land basking in sun-soaked beauty as Blue Eye slices through… Read more Dim-Dim Diaries
It was a beautiful day to throw oneself from a thirty-metre tower with nothing but vines tied to ones legs. It was made all the more beautiful by the fact that I would not be the one doing it. But for the Vanuatan men and boys who loitered precariously above, it was a real corker… Read more Vanuatu Part Two: Falling Culture
“It’s time to meet the piece,” announced Josh, as we alleviated ourselves of the power tools and the fine dust they had brought upon us, and admired our freshly shaped oyster shell pendants glinting in the Pacific sunshine. The fading whirr of machines gave way to the incumbent rustle of palm leaves and crashing waves… Read more Meet The Marsters
Call to mind the heaviest rainfall you’ve ever found yourself beneath. Water falling at such a rate you would kick the cat out of your way to reach the front door sooner, so as to hurriedly shut the monsoon out behind you, and stand motionless in the dark hallway: arms akimbo, knees slightly bent, raindrops… Read more Vanuatu Part One: An Especially Wild 24 Hours
There was little life, if any at all, on these isolated rocks that erupted out of the depths of the Pacific Ocean millions of years ago. And positioned thousands of miles from the nearest continents, the steaming lumps protruding from the abyss must have been amongst the most inaccessible and inhospitable places on earth. And… Read more Hitchhiking In The South Pacific: It’s a Thumbs Up
“This old broom’s had seventeen new heads and fourteen new handles in its time.” Trigger’s famous broom scene from Only Fools and Horses came to me as Blue Eye was lowered back down the slipway of a New Zealand boatyard earlier this year. “So how the hell,” demands Sid, “can it be the same bloody… Read more Trigger’s Paradox
A farewell party, a fading English coastline, a voyage begun. Modern aviation required just 28 hours to undo what it took a 32-foot sailboat 16 months to achieve. Half a world covered, just like that. In the time that it would take Blue Eye to cover a smidge over 100 miles, I was transported from… Read more Reflections In The Water, Breeze In A Jar
It is often said it is not the destination, but the journey itself, that is important in travel. I have reason to suspect this remark originates from somebody who boarded a Fijian bus with the notion it might actually take them to where they needed to be. Indeed, if you want to find a place in… Read more On Fiji Time
“Trouble in Paradise, Trouble in Paradise, this is Sailing Vessel Blue Eye, Blue Eye, over.” The shrewdly named engineering workshop tickled us as we arrived into Neiafu of Tonga, after a week out on the Pacific Ocean. A delicate touch of irony that raises the corners of the mouth, extracts an “Hmm” from pressed lips, and… Read more Fuel, Air and a Sssspark