SV Mandolyn

The three largest island groups of French Polynesia are the Marquesas, the Tuamotus, and the Societies. The Marquesas are steep and majestic, but not great for swimming as they have no protecting reefs and a lot of sediment in the water. The Tuamotus have crystal clear lagoons, beautiful coral beaches, and very little else. The Society Islands won the geological lottery, with lush peaks, surrounded by wide coastal plains for habitation, all wrapped in large protected lagoons. Most amazing to…

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Prep time: 10 mnutes + 3 weeks Serves: 4 The feedback from blog readers is resounding:  Post more recipes!  Well, ok.  Tuamotus fried rice is an exotic dish that will have your dinner guests dreaming of palm trees in a tropical breeze. But what’s the backstory!?  Who are the ingredients?  What drives them, and how did they meet? The story of this meal begins 60 million years ago, deep beneath the South Pacific, with the formation of the Tuamotus archipelago. …

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After 23 days at sea we had arrived in the Marquesas, and they’re everything we imagined. Steep volcanic ridges divide lush valleys that are home to sleepy idyllic villages. These islands once supported a population upwards of 80,000, but today are home to around 10,000. Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick, spent some time here in 1842, and wrote the novel Typee based on his experience. At that time the islanders still engaged in some light cannibalism. Between then and…

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In 2002 Sarah and I had been dating for just over a year. We were in our early twenties, fresh out of school, with no real plan ahead of us. Sarah had a strong desire to travel and see the world, but me, I wasn’t so sure. Who needs the world, when you have the world wide web? Would there be enough washrooms out there in the world? Because if you need to use the washroom, but you can’t find…

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Sarah and I had just ordered fish tacos at a stand in Barra de Navidad. Using words and gestures, the Spanish speaking lady taking our order asked which toppings we’d like. The three choices were laid out in front of us: a pico de gallo salsa, a hot sauce, and a bowl of finely chopped cabbage. “Pico de gallo y col, por favor”, says Sarah. “Col?” The lady serving us is confused. “Si, col” Sarah confirms. Did we use the…

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An ongoing theme of this trip has been the quest to meet other “kid boats”. For the first few months we met so few kids that I thought we’d have to rename the blog. Raising Sociopaths in Exotic Locations has a nice ring to it. Other boat parents we’ve met along the way commiserate, providing social interactions for sailing kids is a challenge which requires extraordinary measures. You stalk families online, you make cold calls, you change your plans if…

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Our overnight passage out of La Cruz started out idyllic. I had taken the first night shift from 9pm to midnight. We were sailing along at 5 knots in a warm breeze under a starry sky. At night we turn off our larger ships VHF so that it doesn’t wake up the crew sleeping below. We monitor a smaller handheld VHF in the cockpit. Around 11pm this smaller handset buzzed with the static of a fuzzy conversation, too far away…

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On the weekend of February 8, 2020, we travelled to Vancouver to attend the annual boat show. I was feeling pretty excited, we were in the final planning stages of the big sailing trip. I’d be quitting my job soon and in the summer we’d push off indefinitely. We were barely a month into the twenties and the potential was boundless. We purchased a life raft, visited friends, and took the kids to see a basketball game at UBC. At…

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I saw three ships come sailing inOn Christmas Day, on Christmas DayI saw three ships come sailing inOn Christmas Day in the morning What a great intro verse! Sailing, ships and Christmas. All it needs now is a swashbuckling Santa Claus firing cannon loads of presents into a seaside orphanage. If you’re intrigued by the idea of a three ship Christmas, you’ve come to the right blog post! On Dec 22 we departed from Mazatlan for an overnight passage, along…

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Around age six the kids started asking life’s big questions. “Why don’t my own farts smell bad?”, was one such conversation. We didn’t have the scientific answer, but discussed it a little. After some thought, six-year-old West concluded: “Well, it’s a good thing I do most of the farting around here.” This seems somehow relevant six years later, when the four of us now live in approximately 250 square feet, and spend almost every waking moment together. Sharing tight quarters…

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