GPS
coordinates: S1100.250 / E15424.007
1 week at sea
We're drawing ever nearer to Papua New Guinea, I feel like I've been saying that for a long time though. Hopefully, that conveys how slow sailing really is, if you've got to be somewhere in a rush get a plane, not a boat. Air travel is a luxury, imagine being James Cook or one of his contemporaries. He spent months on end at sea in search of new places. I don't think I'll ever complain about a delayed flight again, imagine the airline cancelled all its flight but offered to sail people to their destination?! Your holiday would be over before you even arrived...
We are sailing across an unending ocean. Here time doesn't really matter, it's like being in space, technically we're nowhere, there's no address or PO-Box. One day sort of just drifts into another while your at sea. Light changes to dark and day time changes to night time and back to day time in the blink of an eye, there's no other indicator. It could be day one or day one hundred and one. The only real indicator is the GPS computer chart which counts down our miles. The little boat indicator on the computer monitor mocks its aeroplane cousin found in interactive maps on the back of aeroplane seats, and I thought that moved slowly.
We're 44 MM from Rossel Island in Louisiade Archipelago, Papua New Guinea. Alotau is still 235 MM away, that's both exciting and really depressing, still so far!
I think there's a plan to pause somewhere in the archipelago and do a dive or two. Obviously this is dependant on the wind and other conditions. The idea of stopping after traveling for what seems like a lot longer than a week is an odd one.
1 week at sea
We're drawing ever nearer to Papua New Guinea, I feel like I've been saying that for a long time though. Hopefully, that conveys how slow sailing really is, if you've got to be somewhere in a rush get a plane, not a boat. Air travel is a luxury, imagine being James Cook or one of his contemporaries. He spent months on end at sea in search of new places. I don't think I'll ever complain about a delayed flight again, imagine the airline cancelled all its flight but offered to sail people to their destination?! Your holiday would be over before you even arrived...
We are sailing across an unending ocean. Here time doesn't really matter, it's like being in space, technically we're nowhere, there's no address or PO-Box. One day sort of just drifts into another while your at sea. Light changes to dark and day time changes to night time and back to day time in the blink of an eye, there's no other indicator. It could be day one or day one hundred and one. The only real indicator is the GPS computer chart which counts down our miles. The little boat indicator on the computer monitor mocks its aeroplane cousin found in interactive maps on the back of aeroplane seats, and I thought that moved slowly.
We're 44 MM from Rossel Island in Louisiade Archipelago, Papua New Guinea. Alotau is still 235 MM away, that's both exciting and really depressing, still so far!
I think there's a plan to pause somewhere in the archipelago and do a dive or two. Obviously this is dependant on the wind and other conditions. The idea of stopping after traveling for what seems like a lot longer than a week is an odd one.
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