Given the incredible response we have had over the past week, we thought we would fire out a quick update via the old interweb. It is Friday morning, everyone needs a coffee to prepare for the weekend, so here is Hugh’s idea…
Christmas Island is an Australian island, which lies just east of Cocos Keeling and just west of Bali, Indonesia. After all the pollution we found on the island of Cocos Keeling (click here), it was not suprising to see this footage of baby turtles getting stuck in the large pieces of plastic debris that have washed up on the beaches of Christmas Island.
After surfing epic, Indonesian perfection all day, the OceanGybe boys are hungry for more than waves and head to the local market for dinner supplies. “Kami mau dua ayam banyak, saya potong” translated from Bahasa Indonesian into English literally means, “We would like two big chickens, we will kill them”, but when you order a chicken in Indonesia, it arrives warm, feathered and definitely clucking.
WARNING: If you are squeamish (like Bryson…see him gag @ 06:48), a vegetarian or from PETA, please be advised, chickens are killed in this video and you might not want to watch. Plus there is some great surf!
Onwards goes the red van around British Columbia. We arrived in Smithers, BC yesterday after a long drive from Canmore, Alberta.
Smithers, BC is home to about 6000 people and is a regional service center for the entire Bulkley Valley. The town is set against the backdrop of Hudson Bay Mountain to the west and the Babine Mountain range to the east which makes a very picturesque setting.
With exception to the plastic trash throughout high tide lines, the Rowa Islands of Vanuatu are paradise. With Khulula at anchor near an uninhabited beach, the crew of OceanGybe conduct yet another garbage study. This webisode is brought to you by KING Bleach.
As Khulula and her crew approach the archipelago of Vanuatu after a week at sea, they spot a smoking volcano, known as Yasur, on the island of Tanna. Mount Yasur is one of the world’s most active volcanos and the crew take a tour to investigate closer.
Brrr!!! What is going on?!?! Snow on Khulula?!
One of the strangest things about coming home this summer was sailing Khulula in familiar waters. It was odd because up until then, we had always been in new places, with new sights. Over the past 3 ½ years, we’ve become intimately familiar with Khulula, and seeing her in new, generally tropical places. And one of the nice things about traveling in a sailboat, is that wherever you go, you take with you your own personal comfort zone. So however crazy and unfamiliar a place, port or country is, at the end of the day you return to a familiar place. It makes traveling much easier. And, while the view from the cockpit has always been new and changing, the immediate surroundings; the wheel, the winches, the souvenirs in the cabin, are always the same.
When we emerged out of the fog into Winter Harbour, and were surrounded but Sitka Spruce spreading from the waters edge up the steep sides of the fjord, the feelings of familiarity were amazing. The shape and texture of the rocks, the bull kelp in the water, and the crisp, blue sky all let us know we were home. Yet here we were, on Khulula, the boat that had taken us on so many adventures in far-away, very different places. A vessel we were intimately familiar with in a place we were intimately familiar with.
Along the way there have been many other individual experiences that have been totally unique to the trip and the boat, and after we pulled into Heritage Harbour in Vancouver on Labour Day, we thought those might have come to an end. But no, winter had different plans. There were many firsts for Khulula over the past three years, but here is something we never expected to see. Snow on the decks of Khulula. If ever there was a sign to return to the tropics, this is it! Well Khulula, you’ll probably have to wait a little bit long before being taken to warm waters again.