Life goes differently than my planning. Actually, I wanted to sail to Penrhyn, the northernmost Cook Island. Instead, I end up in a Doldrum area, a stationary zone with no wind. New plan, new course. And instead of doldrums, now gale is predicted. Will I find shelter in the middle of the open Pacific? Or do I have to go through it? My route: from Bora Bora via Suwarrow to Samoa, in the middle of the Pacific.
Dates are one of those things. For example, sixty-eight times I have outlived the date on which I will die one day. Although this day has an existential meaning for me, it remains in the dark for the rest of my life. But now there was a date on which I could not possibly die. … Read more