Log

Submitted by jono on 10 Feb 2019.

Since the beginning of this project my target had been to reach Russia. I’m relaxed about the sailing, eating, sleeping, and people - that will be fine. But borders and visas unsettle me more. The required authorizations are time consuming and sometimes costly to attain. And still uncertainties remain. They impinge upon appreciation of the day to day, like clouds that won’t clear.

Submitted by jono on 09 Jan 2019.

Pictures borrowed from Facebook - from friends at places I've recently passed through - confirm that this isn't really the time of year to be sheltering under a sail in the Eastern Mediterranean or Black Sea. No warming effect from the Atlantic this far east.

Submitted by jono on 02 Jan 2019.

A Happy New Year arrival in Istanbul yesterday, with dolphins coming to signal the turn in to the large bay where Mimarsinan Windsurf Club is located. For a number of reasons it makes sense to take an extended break here. I'll explain reasoning another time. For now, in a sense, if we are not quibbling about precise landing location, it's time to consider that this journey from the Arctic has now reached Asia.

Submitted by jono on 30 Dec 2018.

Canakalle to Gelibolu

Following wind that builds, 35+ knots for the final 8nm. Friendly shoreline where no industry to get past, and big lake conditions rather than open sea, so push on despite the beating. Can only hold rig for a few seconds at a time. A few hundred metres out waist-high chop to angle down, both hands up by boom clamp to dump all power, but too much to go far like this. Seek flatter water inshore, but snag a rock. Not a big snag - but the straw that breaks the donkey's back - and the fin tip is opened up like a blossomed flower.

Submitted by jono on 23 Dec 2018.

Alexandroupolis (Greece) to Enez (Turkey)

Across the Evros Delta. About 12nm. Delta are places to be wary of. Winds corridors with no distinct land-water boundary. Disorientating. The thought of near disaster at the Delta del Ebro intrudes. Once again a strong offshore wind is on the way. Today the forecasted gentle breeze progressively builds. The angle to Enez is tight but doable, so a tack towards the delta makes no sense, leaving me exposed and offshore in this no-man's land between countries. The new sail is reassuringly tight and silent. Plenty of whitecaps now.

Submitted by jono on 16 Dec 2018.

Thank you is a puny word for what I would like to express. People of Greece - you are wonderful. As summer became winter and the sea and beaches became largely deserted, you were there practically everywhere I stopped with offers of friendship, food, shelter and history lessons. I arrived here in Alexandroupolis a few days ago and Nasos has been typically rock-like, helping out in dozens of ways. He even plumbed in some hot water at the Friends of the Sea Club, which has been my temporary home.

Submitted by jono on 11 Dec 2018.

An update and clarification of intentions:

Now counting down the remaining miles of Greece.

At Keramoti a no-wind day and the option to stay another night on the boat. So a good opportunity to tick off some overdue 'proper' work of the type that pays expenses. Later a pleasant ponder and wander round the sand spit that protects this pretty port. Then, next day, with clear conscience and skies, a 17nm against the wind victory. Fresh and invigorating.

Submitted by jono on 04 Dec 2018.

A futile task trying to stay up to date. This internetted world provides no excuse to leave stones unturned... but most stones hide others, or have neighbours that beckon attention. For today I give up. Surrender. A slightly tired update this. Pictures and a few words, and many thank yous.

Submitted by jono on 25 Nov 2018.

I am frequently asked what I do. A question that puzzles me. I do the same as everyone else: I do life. To clarify, I open my palms to indicate the here and now. This is what I do.

Submitted by jono on 15 Nov 2018.

By heading north I escape the swell and move onto a low and sandy coast. Still very little wind but nice for paddling. Chance meetings and spontaneous kindness on the way. Ilias insists I can't sleep on the beach and puts me in a hotel room, Dimitris gifts me a poem - Ithica, by Cavafy - that has such beauty, and - I guess - offers reassurance: