Cailin Lomhara

Some stories of our life wandering the oceans, along with some random thoughts on matters either important or trivial. Through words and pictures it is our way to share our life a bit, perhaps even what we learn along the way.

02 February 2019 | Picton, South Island, New Zealand
19 January 2019 | Inland, near Mount Cook New Zealand
31 December 2018 | 35 15.67'S:174 06.87'E, near Rssell, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
24 December 2018 | 30 16.306'S:174 08.614'E, Opua, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
23 November 2018 | Opua, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
11 November 2018 | 30 16.306'S:174 08.614'E, South Pacific Ocean
09 November 2018 | 26 22.15'S:173 34.491'E, South Pacific Ocean
08 November 2018 | 24 33.91'S:173 53.27'E, South Pacific Ocean
06 November 2018 | 20 03.619'S:175 28.192'E, South Pacific Ocean
02 November 2018 | 17 48.35'S:177 22.95'E, Port Denarau, Fiji, South Pacific Ocean
09 October 2018 | 17 46.39'S:177 11.1'E, Malolo Island, Fiji, South Pacific Ocean
29 August 2018 | 17 46.39'S:177 11.1'E, Fiji, South Pacific Ocean
19 August 2018 | 17 46.34'S:177 23.01'E, Viti Lavu, Fiji, South Pacific Ocean
15 August 2018 | 17 46.34'S:177 23.01'E, Viti Lavu, Fiji, South Pacific Ocean
12 August 2018 | 18 05.06'S:177 08.61'W, South Pacific Ocean
10 August 2018 | 18 41.34'S:174 01.8'W, Tonga, South Pacific Ocean
26 July 2018 | 18 43.27'S:174 05.25'E, Tonga, South Pacific Ocean
18 June 2018 | 90 39.496'S:173 58.966'W, Vava'u, Kingdom of Tonga
01 June 2018 | Neiafu, Tonga
29 May 2018 | 20 13.42'S:175 02.87'W, Soth Pacific Ocean

Road Trip Part Two

02 February 2019 | Picton, South Island, New Zealand
Larry Green
At the end of my last post we were headed to see some penguins, and we did. Oamaru is a small town on the east coast of the South Island which hosts a protected Blue Penguin habitat or colony. What, you may think is a blue penguin, other than a penguin that has different pigmentation than their better-known relatives. First, it is the smallest of all penguins, standing less than a foot tall. They swim about 50 km everyday for food, waddling down the rocks and beach just before sunrise and returning in rafts (groups of up to 100) after sunset. The colony which was established some years ago to protect them has viewing stands where we sat for a couple of hours one evening and watched the little blue penguins waddle up the rocks to their homes. Cute and interesting yet not as much fun as jet boating.
A man of the cloth (sailor, not a priest) on a jet boat? One of the more exciting boat trips I have ever taken. According to what I have heard, jet boating was actually invented in New Zealand as many farms were inaccessible by road, but were by river. Many of the rivers here are “braided rivers” which are networks of river channels seperated by small islands of debris or trees all of which are deposited randomly by fast flowing currents. How fast is the current, Ronald, the owner of Braided River Jet Boating and our driver told us the current was probably running at about 7-8 kts. Going downstream if we wanted to stop or slow down to see some of the birds, he would need to do a 180 degree turn and hold the boat with a good amount of throttle. Since the channels are constantly changing the need for very shallow draft is essential (less than 1 foot) and the need for rapid acceleration is necessary to get around the rip currents forming near all the braids. Thus the “jet” is powered by a big, fast inboard engine which is controlled by a pedal. At times we would reach speeds of 50 kts in order to thread our way through a series of braids. Very impressive driving which clearly takes skill, practice, knowledge of braided rivers and an extraordinary amount of confidence. Brass is essential.
We travelled down to Fiordland, near the south western end of the South Island, which is an area consisting of seven fiords. It is known as Milford Sound and the only way to see it is by boat; a slower and more majestic ride than the jet boat. All these fiords were carved by retreating ice and continue to be changed by waterfalls and the natural beating the area takes from wind and sea. The waterfalls are spectacular, the scenery is just beautiful and it makes one think a bit of the forces of nature that created such beauty. It is a reminder about mother nature.
Heading north along the west coast, through some beautiful gorges and up and down some very twisting and steep mountain roads (in the rain) was fun. Sadly, the driver of a jeep was impatient to get around us and passed on an outside curve. Moments later after rounding the inside curve we came across his overturned jeep sitting on its roof and facing the other way. He did not make the turn. Fortunately, the driver, his wife and two small children were not seriously injured. Charlene provided some first aid to one of the kids while waiting for police, fire and ambulance. Since we were first on the scene we needed to wait and talk to the cops, but we couldn’t turn around anyway so spent a good couple of hours waiting for them to clear the road.
Much more fun was had touring the three glaciers, Fox, Franz Joseph and Tasman. Mostly we did that by helicopter, a small 5 passenger one that was mostly see through for taking pictures. We landed on the Franz Joseph glacier at about 10,000 feet altitude and spent a short amount of time looking (and photographing) the incredible views. Mount Cook not far off and all three glaciers visible. It was a perfect day.
The last big thing we saw was the “Pancake Rocks”. The name was not very inspiring; however, the sight was magnificent. Pancake Rock refers to geological formations which are believed to have been formed millions of years ago and consist of fairly thin layers of rock (maybe 1.5 to 2 inches thick) deposited in very neat piles one on top of another and reaching well out in the Tasman Sea. Watching the surf pound away at them in a seemingly never-ending parade of waves it is easy to understand the idea that they will dissapear back into the sea over the next few thousand years.
Not intending to write a travelogue yet wanting to share some of the highlights I have left out a lot of what we have seen and experienced. Cows, Sheep, Deer, Lamas, Horses all kinds of Birds and Vineyards, fields of crops and a Distillery. The Cardrona Distillery is only a few years old and is making a single malt whiskey. The whiskey is currently aging in barrels (most of which formerly held bourbon) and the earliest it will be released is seven years, when it is 10 years old. It is a beautiful facility and in order to pat the bills they are bottling and selling four artesian spirits, including a single malt Vodka, and Rosehip Gin. If you were in the market to provide your friends with a special bottle of single malt in 2026 you can purchase a barrel for $14,000 NZ or just under $10,000 US. The label would include the distillery stuff as well as a message from you. At about $52 quart a modestly priced gift for a couple hundred friends.
We are in Picton this evening and will take the ferry across Cook Strait tomorrow landing in Wellington, the nations capital from where we will continue our trip north to Bay of Islands. So far, we have driven 2180 km or about 1360 miles. It has been an adventure…………..more later


Road Trip!

19 January 2019 | Inland, near Mount Cook New Zealand
Larry Green
South Island, New Zealand. One of the reasons we came back to NZ this cyclone season was we did not really have any time last year to explore this extraordinary country and committed to doing so this year. As I write this, we are about a dozen kilometers north of Mount Cook, the highest mountain in New Zealand at 3724 m. It is part of a mountain range known as the Southern Alps, which runs pretty much the length of the South Island.
Perhaps it would be better if I started at the beginning. As is usual, the boat needs some maintenance every year and we had a great experience with Bluefix marine last year, to the extent that I entrusted them to do the work required this year absent my day to day supervision. Having done that the opportunity to spend nearly a month travelling around became available, and the planning began. Several circumstances influenced our decisions on where to go and how to travel. One major influence was the shipboard animals, Buzzy and Bobby the cats. After arriving in NZ they spent 14 days in quarantine so we thought it best to take them with us. Most hotels and motels are not animal friendly so we looked into "campervans" known in the US generally as RVs or motorhomes. They are not especially animal friendly either but presented a far better opportunity to seek forgiveness instead of permission. Thus, a plan was hatched.
We wanted to visit the South Island (or as it is known locally the mainland) and our friends, Steve and Michelle who sailed with us from Fiji to New Zealand are natives of Christchurch and offered their hospitality as well as some invaluable trip planning advice. The plan that evolved included flying from Bay of Islands to Christchurch, with the cats, staying at the hostel Michelle and Steve own then picking up the campervan. The loading of luggage and animals would take place at the hostel presenting the possibility of, if necessary, seeking forgiveness. We flew to Christchurch, arriving late Tuesday evening, and started our trek south Thursday.
What we have seen so far is breathtaking. From Christchurch we drove to Methven, a small community that currently appears to prosper mostly from the skiing in winter months. Charlene has family history from the Methven located in Scotland. As her family lore includes the Great or Great Great Grandfather Lord Archibald Douglass Methven who seems to have lost the castle and his Lordship in a card game. That event prompted the family to emigrate to North America. Our visit to Methven was inspired by a desire to discover if any of the clan ended up in New Zealand. All we could determine was that Robert Patton emigrated from Methven Scotland in 1839, soon became the largest landowner in the area and named his new home after his old home. No one admits to knowing Archibald Douglass Methven or his descendants, yet it is a quaint delightful town.
From there we drove south then east to Lake Teakapo, which is in what I would consider the foothills of the Southern Alps. That drive is where the breathtaking landscape starts. It was perhaps a 4 hour drive and I don't recall passing through a single town or village, though there may have been a crossroads along the way. Cattle, sheep, deer, birds and farmland were the only sights beyond the cloud shrouded mountains, the geological remnants of volcanoes and glaciers. That is except for the occasional car or truck.
These roads are tough to drive. Especially in a campervan which is a bit wider than a full-size car and a bit longer. It is much taller so more influenced by wind. Today's drive to Mount Cook was about the same amount of time as yesterdays. The greatest difference is we could, for some of the drive see the Southern Alps with their snow-capped peaks. Along the way, off in the distance there were a couple of mountain peaks that appeared to have a cloud running slightly below the peak th the valley between the two. Turns out it was not clouds, but one of the many glaciers around here.
Tomorrow we expect to head east to a place called Oamaru, which is known to host a large population of Penguins along with other infrequently encountered wildlife. More road trip later.....

It's 2019 - Happy New Year

31 December 2018 | 35 15.67'S:174 06.87'E, near Rssell, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
Larry Green
It is 25 minuites into January 1, 2019 where I sit. Where most of family and dear friends are it is somewhere around 0625 on the last day of 2018. I think the beginning of a new year brings the time difference into perspective a bit more. We are anchored off the town of Russell, in a place called Koroareka Bay, which is on the north end of a pensuila that sticks out into the Bay of Islands. It is across the water, by about 1.5 NM from the town of Piahia. Piahia is a truly lovely small town, geared almost totally towards tourisim, but not in a garish way. It is delightful, bordered by beaches where one could sit and daydream for hours and shops on the other side where one could shop for everything from t-shirts to fine Merino wool clothing (mixed with silk amd Possum fur) to take away pizza. I freely admit to indulging in all these activities. It is good to be out of the marina slip and back on the anchor. I could equate the idea of being in a marina slip to living in an apartment in a downtown location. You simply get off the boat, walk to your car and go where you need or want. Being on anchor is in fact more free than being in a marina berth. It is free in the sense that it is not attached to land. Clearly we are sort of atteached to land by way of the anchor sitting on the bottom, yet we are free of all the land based stuff. It may seem silly to some, but having to do more to get where you need or want to go makes the activity more valuable and meaningful. Admittedly one does not have to do much more to go shop or daydream at the beach when on anchor but there is launching the dingy, dealing with the outboard, tying up to a dingy dock somewhere then finding where to go to do what you set out to do in the first place. Not quite as mindless as walking to your car. This all brings me back to my thoughts about the new year. I have celebrated many new years, some turned out better than others yet there is a commonality to all, and that is hope. At the beginning of every year I have hope for a better year than the previous one, no matter how good it was. There are often thoughts about the things I wanted to do, but did not for some reason or other. There is a resolve to make those things happen in the new year, just as there is a resolve to avoid doing the things that I might wish had not happened. There are many things to consider for 2019, among those related to this adventure is sailing to Australia. We had considered sailing back to Fiji, then on to Vanuatu and New Caledonia before going to Austraila. Turns out it is easier to deal with the cats if we go to Austraila direct from New Zealand. No quarintine, no deposits, no fees to speak of and much easier entry. Most likely, weather permitting we will depart for Austraila late A pril or early May. Meanwhile there are the never ending maintenance tasks on the boat. Interestingly, this boat will celebrate it's 20th year about the time we leave for Austraila. I took delivery of her in May, 1999. She is just about broken in after over 50,000 NM. While the boat is being pampered, we will take a road trip to the south island. The details are not firm yet ,however it promises to be an incredible trip. New Zealands south island has some amazing wildlife, glaciers, fiords, beaches with hot springs, volcanoes and other natural beauty that makes it very unique. That trip will obviousely happen at the beginning of this year, which in my mind suggests this could be one very exciting year........more later PS: Happy New Year from both Charlene and me

The Night Before Christmas-2018

24 December 2018 | 30 16.306'S:174 08.614'E, Opua, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
Larry Green
Here, it is Christmas Eve, 2018. It seems the time has flown since we arrived here last month; it is perhaps a function of age or the fact that a lot has been accomplished in a relatively short period of time. When we arrived there were a bunch of items on the list, some small and relatively simple, some larger and more complex. All had one thing in common; we wnated them repaired or taken care of before Christmas so we could sail the Bay of Islands over the Christmas and New Years holidays. Actually, pretty much every marine related business closes down from about December 20th until January 15th or so, so if you are going to get stuff done it is either pre Christmas or sometime next year. Every item on the list was taken care of before Friday; then the weather went to hell. It has been pouring rain steadily since Friday evening and is expected to get worse before it starts to clear mid week. Most of the boats that had gone out to one of the dozens of beautiful anchor ages in the Bay, have come back to the marina. I beleive the theory is that a day or two in a rainy anchorage is really quite pleasant, beyond that cabin fever sets in and everyone gets antsy. At least in the marina one can get off the boat and go to a restaurant or other socially active place in order to reduce the fever. I have been asked, what do you do for Christmas? Well, we have some traditions that include Christmas dinner of BLT sandwiches, there is a small tree, decorated with local flavor (such as this years white faced sheep) and other tiny ornaments that could be used as earings if need be. We watch movies, usually a mix of some Christmas movies along with contemporary popular films that we think might be good. Sometimes they are and sometimes not. Then there are the calls to our loved ones. Though they may start on Christmas eve, it takes about three days to complete the calls. So, other than the complexities of the 1 day, +13 hour time difference we spend Christmas much like other people do. The notable exception is that family, friends and all the important people in our lives are half a world away. That is not to diminish the freindships we have made in this world cruising community we are part of, and their importance in our lives. Back to sailing the world for a moment. As mentioned at the beginning of this post we had a long list of mostly irritating things to fix when we arrived, along with a few significant items, some of which deserve mention. The most signifigant improvement we had to make was to reinforce the cockpit coamings around the genoa sheet winches. About 5 years ago we replaced the original manual winches with electric versions of similar size. Though electric winches make it possible for old guys to continue to sail, they pose a risk in that they are much more powerfull than their manual siblings. Pushing the button a bit more than necessary will break something. In our case nothing broke yet we noticed some signifigant flexing in the cockpit coaming where the winches reside. During our passage we used rolling hitches tied to the genoa sheet after the winch and led to a deck cleat to reduce the strain. The issue turned out to be some rotted core (marine plywood) which was caused by water ingress through the large hole required to attach the winch motor to the winch itself. We replaced the core with a local New Zealand hardwood and protected it with a fiberglass tube epoxied between the fiberglass outer skin and the inner skin, making water intrusion impossible. Actually a good idea for any penetration of cored fiberglass. There were two or three other issues of importance we fixed over the last month. The most interesting was the replacement of the oil pressure sensor, which had failed and been replaced by a self tapping screw, wrapped in plumbers tape. In our open ocean repair we had broken the tube from the engine block to the sensor, requiring the broken off peice of copper to be carefully removed with an "easy out". Readers of prior posts may recall the major issue with this particular part was the location under an engine mount. Tied to a marina slip it became relatively easy to repair. The generator was also a simple fix. Everything was working perfectly except it would not generate any electricity. On the generators control panel there is a circuit breaker designed to work after 10 seconds of over amperage. Since it has a 10 second delay the breaker has a mechanical spring which failed, keeping it in the Off position. A new breaker fixed that issue straight away. The third issue was the battens on the mainsail pushing through the batten pockets. The mainsail has 6 full length battens, all of which are held under tension in pockets. The tension helps the mainsail keep a proper shape. Tension also causes wear on the forward end of the sail, which in this case caused the batens to push through the sail cloth. It was not a result of poor design or construction of the new mainsail we had Doyle Sails build in Panama, it was the result of nearly 12,000NM of sailing with that sail. North Sails, here in Opua, repaired it and made it stronger by using stuff like Kevlar to reinforce the the edges of the pockets. Steve and Michelle, who sailed with us from Fiji to New Zealand had both made a list of observations for various items they noticedt needed attention. It included the above plus a number of other items such as leaking hatches and deck prisims to name but two. Needless to say all will be addressed before we embark on the next leg of our adventure. Where might might the next leg of this adventure take you some would ask. Austrailia? Indonesia? Closing the circle on a circumnavigation? All are possibilities, none are cast in stone.................more later

Winter 2018 to Summer

23 November 2018 | Opua, Bay of Islands, New Zealand
Larry Green
The screen shot of our actual track sailed from New Zealand, to Tonga then Fiji and Back to New Zealand looks a bit like a simple loop around a couple of islands. It is made up of hourly (or half hourly) position reports sent by our Iridium to the Predict Wind Tracking page.
The track itself is only about 3000 NM from start to finish, which may not seem like much to some, (it converts to 3452 miles or 5556 Kilometers). The longest passage was our return from Fiji to New Zealand at 1241.27NM (converts to 1428.4 miles or 2208 Kilometers) It covers a Google Earth view in which you will note the very deep trench just east of our track from New Zealand to Tonga. Parts of it are approximately 26250 feet deep, where most of the sailing we did was in the fairly shallow areas ranging from about 6000 feet to 13000 feet. What it does not show is strewn about our path are a number of atolls and reefs which have a depth of zero feet. That is to say if you were to sail over one of them you would come to an abrupt stop and generally end up having a bad day.
We often here stories about sailors running up on these reefs and atolls and claiming they were not shown on their chart. That may be true in some instances, but mostly they have their chart plotters zoomed out to several hundred miles and see little detail. It is a practice aboard this boat that the chart plotter is zoomed out to no more than 5 NM except to periodically look ahead.
I digress. Our Winter up north was quite pleasant, we swam with the whales in Tonga, snorkeled and raced in Fiji, and avoided the cold months in New Zealand. It is nearing the end of Spring here and that is difficult to wrap my head around given that Thanksgiving was this week. Though it is not a holiday here, the local cruising club hosts a turkey dinner for all, which we attended and was quite nice. Not your Mom's home cooked turkey but quite good nonetheless. The really good news is that there is no Black Friday madness that starts the Christmas shopping season.
Though everything is upside down and backwards I am reminded of the seasonal travel that I used to engage in when in the Northern Hemisphere and the Atlantic Ocean. In late October or November, I would bring the boat back to Florida for the winter; that is to sail south. Here, on the other side of the world we sail south in the same months, just different seasons.
We clearly made it to New Zealand, though it took an extra day due mainly to poor sailing conditions and an unexpected oil leak in the engine. The best part of the trip was the delightful couple that flew from New Zealand to Fiji solely to gain some additional offshore experience. Since they have gone back to Christchurch and their busy lives, I can tell a couple of stories about them.
The first three days of the trip were really wet, cold and generally miserable. We were standing three hour watches, so there was plenty of time to rest if you could find a place to lay down without having to hold on. Thus, there was little social interaction as everyone was tired, wet, cold, hungry (not really) and simply standing watch then going to sleep. I had the three to six watch, morning and night, and was followed by Michelle. Around day three Michelle came on deck, harnessed in and cheerful as always and I made the following comment; "this is about the worst passage I have ever been on".
She said something to the effect of "Thank God, Steve and I were beginning to think this was normal for long ocean passages, I'm really happy to hear it is not" By the end of the trip they had seen more than many sailors ever do regardless of how long they sail and hopefully they will continue to expand their horizons..

When we first talked with them, Steve played down their sailing experience, talking about some chartering in various spots around the globe and some family sailing in the sounds and bays of New Zealand's South Island. In virtually no time he knew how nearly every system on the boat worked and what it was supposed to do and he had mastered Predict Wind, the weather program I use. They may have been short on their time on the water, but neither was short on skill or experience.
There is a requirement in New Zealand that any NZ citizen wishing to take their boat anywhere outside NZ has to have a certain level of experience or they will not be granted clearance. They also must take a certain amount of formal, classroom training in order to qualify to skipper their own boat. Just the weekend before joining us in Fiji Steve and Michelle completed one of the required safety courses which included jumping in to a life raft and going overboard with an inflatable vest so they would know how it worked and felt. That is really great preparation.
One final thought on the Winter of 2018. In the 3000 NM of sailing we had several crewmembers aboard during passages and sometimes beyond. We left New Zealand, bound for Tonga, with Slater, Maïté, and Jessica aboard. Jessica, then Maïté departed in Tonga and Slater sailed to Fiji where he departed for a boat to Australia. We were joined in Fiji by Michelle and Steve. The countries represented by the various crew are the US, France, Canada and New Zealand. Every person brought something different to the boat and everyone contributed to our effort. They not only assisted us, they made our passages more interesting and memorable, and for that I am extraordinarily grateful.
What I am attempting to say is that this lifestyle allows us to get to know people from different backgrounds and cultures on a pretty intimate basis. If you want to explore the world there is no better way to do it. More later..................

Never a Dull Moment

11 November 2018 | 30 16.306'S:174 08.614'E, South Pacific Ocean
Larry Green
The other day when I wrote excitedly about a Crescent Moon some may recall I mentioned it was a harbinger of new, good things to come. Following that post I find the need to rephrase that a wee bit, namely take out the �"good things�" part. Let me explain. Following that post we were motor sailing in very light winds and the engine oil pressure alarm sounded. Certainly not a sign of good things happening. Shut down the engine right away, opened the engine compartment and checked the oil. Seems most of it had disappeared. Also, not a sign of good things. On further examination there appeared to be an excessive amount of oil outside the engine in one particular place. Not a puddle representing the three gallons or more that disappeared but enough to cause a closer look. The oil appeared to be coming from a small canister shaped device, located in a very difficult place to get at. There were references to the oil pressure sensing switch, but no diagrams or photos; process of elimination convinced me it was said sensing switch. We put three gallons of motor oil in the engine and started it to see if in fact that was where the oil had leaked out. It was. The way the device was assembled; i.e. attached to a copper tube coming out of the engine block with a compression nut attaching the copper tube to the fitting, it seemed we could remove the leaky device, plug the copper tube and be on our way. Easier said than done. This is a part that is never serviced and like all engines, when it was built one of the final tasks is to spray some very hard paint on all the parts. To make a very long story short, the harder we tried to unbolt the fitting the less likely it seemed we would get it off. Steve, part of our crew for this trip and a really good guy was helping and between the two of us we managed to break the copper tube right at the point it went into the block. As all sailors never through anything away I happen to have three large (Costco Mixed Nuts) jars full of nuts, bolts and screws. We found several of suitable size and several hours later we had firmly screwed a self-tapping screw covered with plumbers�' tape into th e inside of the copper tube remaining inside the block. Presto, no more oil leak and since it was the pressure sensor, initially we had no more oil pressure gauge or any other instruments. Before starting off again we decided to take a short break during which Steve decided to fulfil either a lifetime dream or bucket list item and swim in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Of course, we egged him on, suggesting he was great chum for sharks and other predators but to no avail. In he went, having as much fun as a kid at Christmas. Michelle, his wife and the rest of our crew, dutifully recorded the entire event. It was quite a sight. Actually, Steve had told me before we left that swimming mid Pacific was something he really wanted to do and I had promised to accommodate him if at all possible. The oil leak was not what I had in mind. Sounds like the successful end to another saga at sea. Not quite. After the swim and getting under way, I took a nap. A bit later I was checking on things and noticed, with a bit of alarm that we not only had no engine instruments but our alternators were not working. Not a sign of good things. After thinking about it for a bit I recalled the oil pressure sensor was connected to a brown and white wire, and if memory served me correctly, that was used to power the voltage regulator and served as a delay in loading the engine by waiting until full oil pressure was reached before loading the engine with the alternators. Took the ignition switch panel off and shortly found that the regulator had two sources of power, the ignition switch itself and the oil pressure sensor. Just for the hell of it I unplugged the oil pressure gauge and presto, all the instruments worked and the alternators were charging. Now that was a sign of good things happening from a crescent moon. Mor e later�...�...�...�...�...�...�...
Vessel Name: Cailin Lomhara
Vessel Make/Model: Tayana 52
Hailing Port: Anna Maria Island, FL
Crew: Charlene Green & Larry Green
About:
Both are life long sailors with a shared dream to sail the world. Charlene sailed her previous boat, CatNip, a 35 foot Island Packet catamaran throughout the Bahamas single handed a couple of years ago. Charlene holds a U.S. [...]
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It has been some time and many miles at sea since this "something extra" was updated. When first written we had not yet spent nearly 3 years in the Caribbean, which we now have, we were not in Panama waiting to transit the canal prior to a Pacific crossing, which we now are, we were not ready to [...]
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Some scenes from Tonga June through August 9th 2018
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Created 10 August 2018
Some scenes from Tahiti and Moorea and photos of our new shipmate, Jessica
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Pictures from the passage to this part of the South Pacific along with pictures we will add of what we see while we are here.
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Created 15 May 2017
At 0430 Friday our Pilot/Advisor came aboard and 30 minutes later we were underway headed for a single day transit. Some of the photos are taken inside the lock(s) others of the scenery along the way.
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Our passage to Columbia. Lots of wind, mostly from abaft the beam.
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Created 13 January 2017
A beautiful, pretty much uninhabited spot to welcome the new year with it's possibilities
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When all your worldly possessions are aboard your boat/home it rides a little lower than designed. We finally raised the waterline in Curacao
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One of the most unusual islands in it's beauty and charming people. Most of these photos were taken when we were touring the island with Hubert Winston as our guide. There are no marinas and only two viable anchorages, one in Portsmouth, the other to the north in Roseau. We were there through Christmas 2015.
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Some of us, family, friends and folks we have met
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The cats, Buzzi and her cat Bobbi
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Created 3 September 2014
Views of places and people we have met along the path.
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