Years ago, when we first began cruising, a dear friend, Elissa, asked whether we encountered much plastic during our passages. At the time, I confidently told her, “No.”
Recently, I messaged her again: I’ve found the plastic. It’s in Indonesia.
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Years ago, when we first began cruising, a dear friend, Elissa, asked whether we encountered much plastic during our passages. At the time, I confidently told her, “No.”
Recently, I messaged her again: I’ve found the plastic. It’s in Indonesia.
Leaving the village of Dai, we pointed Rhapsody north toward Raja Ampat, with a planned stop in the town of Bula on the next island north. Having just come from Fiji, the name made me smile. In Fiji, “Bula!” is everywhere, called out across streets, offered in passing, delivered with a grin. It means welcome, hello, life itself. The Indonesian town of Bula, howev...
From the moment we arrived in Indonesia, our interactions with people have been overwhelmingly positive. Smiles, waves, curious glances, and a general sense that we are welcome and yet unusual. We are not common objects here. This is especially true of Bob, whose height appears to exist outside the local range of expectations. There have been comments. There has been pointing...
Leaving Enu, the boat still had issues.
(Click here if you missed part 4)
Not loud ones, just enough to keep us paying attention. The engine sputtered and cut out shortly after we weighed anchor, a signal that im...
Enu wasn’t on the plan.
It wasn’t a waypoint, or a penciled-in stop, or a place we had talked about in our planning. It appeared only after we began looking, not for progress, but for pause.