404
Page not found, mate
The page you're looking for doesn't exist or has been moved.
Return to HomeAlt title: In the foresail together with a 29 year old pole dancer from NYC
Today we are visiting white haven! The whitest beaches in the world.
This is as white as sand gets. It is 99% silica, a normal beach I think is anywhere from 20-80% (could probably even go down to zero, I don't have internet when writing this, so take my facts with a grain of sand).
You are not allowed to take any sand with you from here. NASA has only once been allowed to use some for a telescope that is now out in space (don't remember which one it was, once again no internet)
Yes, white sand indeed
We were at the beach for a while and saw some stingrays in the sand. They were greyer than the sand!
Back to the lookout point
While we had been at the beach, the tide had fallen so the sand swirls looked even more beautiful
Shirtless boys alert
This arvo is getting windy!
Time to hoist the sails!
I got to help Senna roll out the head sail
"Let's show some canvas!" - Pirates of the Caribbean (I think, otherwise it was me)
Best sunset!
We had an amazing sunset! We listened to RÜFÜS DU SOL's Innerbloom. And it timed the sunset perfectly, the part in the middle where it calms down; it got quiet right when the sun dipped down below the horizon.
The crew also seemed to have a great time, and after speaking to Cleo yesterday, this moment felt a bit extra special.
Just look at the happiness in Mikko's eyes!
I've never gotten wingmanned as hard as I was this night. Throughout the day I had talked to Emily from Oregon US, (she had lived in Brooklyn the last couple of years, and before that England and France).
We were sitting on the side of the boat (relingen) watching the stars. Apparently there is a constellation here called the southern cross that is only visible on the southern hemisphere, and with it you can find south.
Mikko comes up and says "Guys, the stars are really amazing in the front of the boat you can see them way clearer". I start walking thinking the boys would join, but a few steps in I understand it's just me and Emily, and I realised what has happened. (I need to mention David's name here because apparently it was his idea). I am still kind of surprised by the smoothness of it, then we sit down on the orange floating blocks (that you can see in yesterday's photos).
We keep talking and star gazing and eventually, well, yes we start kissing.
Later, the captain and his friend appear from the foresail that is piled up at the absolute front of the boat with a mattress. They say they are going to climb up the mast to the main sail and sleep, and recommend us to take over their spot. We do.
After some moments the captain comes back down to us. He asks us if we could move or stay but be quiet. Wingman move of the day number two. We stay but stop talking.