Travel makes me fickle. On arrival in Tanna I was fairly certain I could dump everything and live there for a year in my own hut, tending my own garden, beachcombing and cadging an occasional ride into Lenakel. However, after being knocked out by food poisoning for three days, and then having seriously contemplating leaving …
We spent one night at anchor near Old River, and explored the river in the morning in Foamy with the intention of finding some rapids to get some drinking water. M had been told there was a little track we could walk along. We eventually found the track, where someone had kindly left two well …
At least half of the time, over the last four months, I have woken up and not known exactly where I am. This appears to be an integral part of cruising life. “What’s your plan?” people ask me. “How long will you be in Tasmania for?” There is no plan. There is only a rough …