The Inspiration for Far Out

Stella Maris, Hiva Oa, Marquesas Islands

Stella Maris, Hiva Oa, Marquesas Islands

When we arrived in Australia we had the disconcerting feeling that we’d sailed across the Pacific only to end up back where we’d started. The low-rise shopping malls and restaurant chains were so similar to those in the States that it felt as though we’d emerged from some kind of oceanic wormhole linking one first world country to another. The journey in between those two places had been so magical that I wanted to capture it somehow, and that’s why I wrote Far Out.

We’d set sail in the first place partly to fulfil Gjalt’s boyhood dream of crossing the Pacific, but also to escape the office walls that can cage a person for a whole lifetime if they’re not careful. Gjalt was an experienced sailor, but I was a complete novice, so for three years before we left we made training trips on the Gulf of Mexico to make sure we were up to the 11,000 nautical mile journey that lay ahead. These trips involved the odd severe thunderstorm and upwind sailing so rough that even going to the toilet required fortitude, so they didn’t exactly sell sailing to me, but I endured them because of the South Sea islands and uninhabited atolls that were dangled in front of me like paradisiacal carrots. At the end of our posting in Houston, Texas, the time felt right to swap the path of least resistance for the freedom of the ocean, and so we shrunk our lives to fit onto our 41-foot Westerly Oceanlord, Stella Maris, and sailed away.

As we made our way through the Western Caribbean to reach the Panama Canal we got used to life onboard. Gjalt had always loved the sea and I’d spent weeks working on isolated offshore oil rigs, so neither of us minded being beyond sight of land.

Josh's Cay, Bay Islands, Honduras

Josh’s Cay, Bay Islands, Honduras

We enjoyed being self-sufficient, generating our own electricity with solar panels and a towing generator that could be converted into a wind turbine, using our fresh water supply sparingly, catching our own fish. We didn’t miss TV or the internet; in fact it was a relief to get away from all that ‘noise’. We discovered how little people really need to be content.

Cruising quickly took us to a whole new world. As close to the States as Belize, we were trading with fishermen for lobsters, rice being more essential to life on a remote cay than money. In the Marquesas Islands, the tattooed descendants of fearsome warriors welcomed us with fruit from their immaculately tended gardens, and in Vanuatu we were guests at the wedding of a village chief’s son.

Sea Lion, Galapagos Islands

Sea Lion, Galapagos Islands

It was wonderful to be surrounded by nature, to connect with it in a way that isn’t possible in a city. We swam with dolphins in Belize, sea lions in the Galápagos, and a humpback whale calf and its mother beside the coral island of Niue; we snorkelled on hypnotically beautiful coral reefs, and learnt survival skills from the lone inhabitant of a French Polynesian atoll.

Living closely with nature opened our eyes to the impact mankind has on the environment. In Belize, large lobsters were getting harder to find each year, and the smaller ones being caught in their place were too immature to have reproduced, exacerbating the decline.

The Galápagos Islands were under strain from unchecked migration, over-development and illegal fishing. The coral reefs we spent many wonderful hours exploring are threatened by ocean acidification and warming seas, and the jewel-like atolls of the Tuamotus are at risk of vanishing beneath the waves.

The world we sailed into was beautiful but fragile, and I tried to capture it in Far Out, whilst hoping that it doesn’t disappear beyond its pages.

Starfish, Tuamotu Archipelago

Starfish, Tuamotu Archipelago

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