Why I’m finally writing about my sailing trip…

It’s been a month since I got back from my epic sailing trip from Darwin to Cairns, and I’ve still not blogged about it. For once that’s not through procrastination and sheer laziness but because I’ve been trying to work out how and what to write about my experience.

It was not an easy voyage and it was certainly not a holiday (unless you usually set yourself 3am watch alarms on holiday?). There was a lot of pressure put on my relationships in an intense environment and, added to the stress of not actually knowing if we’d get home in time, a lot of it was not the most enjoyable experience. The moment I realised our time schedule wouldn’t allow any sort of diving or snorkelling on the reef on our way down the Cape back to Cairns was the darkest I’ve felt in a long time. The location of our cabin meant that it was almost impossible to sleep on the move and so I spent the whole trip exhausted, and you know how toddlers get when they get overtired? Yeah, me too. I’ve never been so happy to get home and have my own bed.


Looking tired…and this was only the second day!

So do I regret going? Not one bit.

After a month of hindsight I’ve realised that there was nothing actually wrong with the trip, but rather of my expectations for what it was going to be. With my Mum in and out of reception on the boat through Indonesia we didn’t really plan or discuss what I wanted and where that would best fit in with their plans. We didn’t sit down and look at how far we had to travel, thinking “wow, okay that’s actually a very long way indeed”. I made the mistake that I mock so many other people for making: forgetting how fucking MASSIVE this country is.

Do you know how far that is? Bloody far, mate.

Do you know how far that is? Bloody far, mate.

I’m glad I’m yet to write much because my attitude now is a lot different to when we first got home.

But now, it’s finally time to commit some of my thoughts and experiences to paper (erm…mac?). Because there were a lot of experiences on the way. I’m going to have to dedicate a whole post to the sunsets and sunrises we were privileged to witness, only in part due to the fact that we were awake for most of them! I’ve stood on the top of Australia and had pilot whales bigger than our boat play around us. Red dust has stained my shoes, crocodiles have watched me from mangroves and, most importantly, I got to meet a man called Brian with the worlds most impressive moustache.


Pilot whale friends!

I guess I better get typing then…

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  • Reply Emma @ Adventures of a London Kiwi

    It’s that old adage; ‘travelling changes you in ways you won’t always expect’ isn’t it?

    October 25, 2015 at 7:25 pm
    • Reply Cheskie

      That’s a very good way to put it…

      October 27, 2015 at 10:55 am

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