Sailing the Pacific

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Solar Eclipse

16 July 2010 | Moorea, Society Islands
Isabelle
Yesterday (11/07/10), Jamie, Nona and I sat up on deck in the morning to view the solar eclipse. We bought a pair of eclipse viewing glasses in Tahiti and were also able to view it through our sextant.
As Adrien from Bluebottle put it, "It certainly puts you in your place", seeing the Moon come between Earth and the Sun and darkening the world as we know it.



And what a strange light was cast upon the trees and the water, like I have never seen before, because it wasn't completely dark but rather like very bright moonlight. I even pretended to myself for a minute that I had been transported to another planet, and almost convinced myself!

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Vessel Name: Dagmar
Vessel Make/Model: CAL 39
Hailing Port: Melbourne, Australia
Crew: James Thomson and Isabelle Chigros-Fraser
About:
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. [...]
Extra:
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.