Sailing the Pacific

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The Beginning

20 February 2010
'A journey of a thousand mile must begin with a single step.'
- Lao Tzu

When I woke up this-morning I had butterflies in my stomach. It felt a bit like Christmas when you are a kid but with a tinge of nervousness. We are both so excited because we know that today is the day that our long-awaited journey begins.

We went into town to buy our fruits and Veggies. James is doing a bottom job so that there is minimal resistance as we glide through the waters toward Galapagos.

Last night we had a fabulous meal with friends and strangers and met a man called Charley. A while back James and I had watched a doco on 9-11, which stated that the plane crash at the Pentagon was staged. Charley was one of the first independent investigators to see the crash-site. He said that the crash was not staged. The main argument the doco put forward was that if a plane had really crashed there, where were all of the other plane parts. Charley explained that the plane was equivalent to a bomb larger than the largest the U.S. owns (before nuclear) when you take these factors into consideration; the speed of the plane, the amount of fuel in the fuel tank and the pressurization of the cabin. The plane disintegrated on impact along with what was inside it. He said that his company 'Transportation Safety & Security Consulting' is independent of the government and their only job is to go into a site and report on what really happened there based on the evidence they find.

After conspiracy theory, the conversation took a turn for the better towards fishing.

Charley's diagram

Along with being an accident investigator, he is also an expert fisherman. I told him that I know close to nothing about fishing. He then helped James and I by teaching us the basics, fixing our rod, teaching us some fishing knots, showing us which lures catch which fish, what speed you should be trolling at, which materials work best, which fish have the best eyesight, how to pull in a big one using your own bodyweight, how Newton's laws apply to fishing. We learnt a lot from him in just a few hours and you could really tell that fishing is his passion.

(Thank you very much Charley. We had a great time with you.)

I've just finished cleaning the Saloon, here is a picture of our almost ship-shape boat

And finally, goodbye Costa Rica.

Vessel Name: Dagmar
Vessel Make/Model: CAL 39
Hailing Port: Melbourne, Australia
Crew: James Thomson and Isabelle Chigros-Fraser
Hello and welcome to our new sailing blog! Our dream is to sail across the Pacific Ocean this year starting in Costa Rica and finishing in Australia. [...]
As we have been told by fellow sailors, when you live at the mercy of the elements plans are like "Jello and Sand"- wobbly and unsteady like Jello (jelly for us aussies) and when you write something in the sand often it will be washed away with the tide. It is for this reason that we didn't finish [...]
'Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.' -Mark Twain
' I felt my pulse beating with suppressed excitement as I threw the mooring bouy overboard. It seemed as if that simple action had severed my connection with the life on the shore; that I had thereby cut adrift the ties of convention. The unrealities and illusions of cities and crowds, that I was free now, free to go where I chose, to do and to live and to conquer as I liked, to play the game wherin a man's qualities count for more than his appearance. 'Maurice Griffiths, The Magic of the Swatchways.