The Roaring Forties at my heels. Sailing alone from Australia to New Zealand

Sailing from Tasmania to New Zealand – 1200 miles across the Roaring Forties. Three weeks of storms, calms, lightning, seasickness, technical failures and unforgettable moments with albatrosses and dolphins. The toughest but most beautiful passage of the last five years. Arrival in Nelson – without an engine, but with a boat full of stories.

Remote Islands. Expeditions to the Australian Coral Sea.

I am fascinated by remote islands. Uninhabited. Which you can only reach if you have a boat. These Pacific islands exist. Far out in the Australian Coral Sea. Visited by birds, occasionally turtles. But it takes courage to sail there. Especially because I’m sailing alone. No one is out there to help you. And I know little about the dangers. Nothing should go wrong here. So, I start exercising.