So it has been a long time since I last posted, partly because I have two small boys keeping me busy, and partly because I have been writing a book 'Under the Arms of the Sky - A Sailing Adventure'. Which is now released! You may think that you have read everything that we did, but there are some huge stories that never made it to the blog. And you'll just have to read the book to find out. If you like it, share, post and recommend to family and friends. Check it out at:
There are many variables that play into answering that question. It's a lifestyle choice, living frugally or living it up. How much it costs is closely related to what your budget is and how closely you stick to it, it can mean the difference between luxurious travelling for a short time or making budgeting choices to enable you to travel for years (basically, you will spend what you have because more possibilities are open to you).
Some factors to consider:
Where you are sailing, your currency versus the host country currency;
How much food costs at the shops / markets;
How much fuel costs (and if the sailing conditions are good) AND do you use a freezer, air conditioner or dishwasher that need extra electricity (fuel) to run;
How much you eat out (and the cost of eating out);
How much alcohol you drink (and if you choose to drink on board versus at bars);
What kind of land travel you do (flights, car hire, guides, hotels, experiences);
What will you use to navigate - do you need to periodically buy mapping software/ hardware;
Whether you stay in marinas or anchor out; and
The big one, how much you spend on boat bits and repairs, how much you do yourself versus pay tradespeople to do and how you balance the decision making.
We decided to tread a fine line. We were only in the cruising gig for about 2 years, but we didn't have a whole lot of cash to splash either. So we judged the big ticket decisions on their merit and splurged on some indulgent activities for those 'once in a lifetime' experiences.
Below is a breakdown of what our spendings looked like over a 12 month period (2014). Noting that at the time we traveled the Australian dollar was king, fetching above or at parity with the US dollar which correlated to a healthy exchange rate with the Malaysian Ringgit, the Thai Baht and the Philippine Peso. Later in the year we traveled east and into the Pacific where we saw our dollar value demise as a global currency, inconveniently as we entered territory ruled by the US dollar and at a stage where the Aussie dollar was beginning its comparative decline (about 80c to the USD).
Further description of the above categories -
For us, it was $40K of expenditure. But comparing that to life on land, it covered our housing costs, car, entertainment, food and dining out for a year...and holidays, of course! To offset the spending we worked a bit too, we did some crewed chartering of our own boat, I wrote and sold stories to sailing magazines and our property back home was turning a small rental profit. We could have done better with some of the costs, on returning home to Australia we spent over $5,000 beautifying the boat after a year of hard sailing, much of that could have been done by us (and therefore cheaper) under different circumstances. We also bought some top-of-the-range electronics (to assist us with our job searching) after our previous ones died at sea. Our tourist splurge happened in our month stay in Palau, where one sixth of our total year spending went on world class diving, fresh tuna sushi and beer, where the US dollar reigned and where we never thought we would have the opportunity to return, it also happens to be a kind of natural heaven on earth.
So the question of cruising costs is complicated, subject to external factors and needs to have some cushion in it for the unexpected! You can get by on less and you can invest more effort in making money, but for us, the limited time of our adventure restricted those opportunities. The trip for us was well worth the expense and money could not buy the amazing adventures we had and beautiful people we met.
A dreary day in Sydney is enough motivation to get all nostalgic. Here is the third instalment in our sailing movie series. This one gives you a 9 minute insight into what it is like to spend the best part of 1.5 months at sea while we crossed the Pacific Ocean eastbound in 2014. Starring the ever calm Captain Hugh, Faithful Seaman Abe and a myriad of other wonderful folks. Enjoy!
You can tell where in the world you are by the light on the horizon.
The further from the equator you are, the longer the light
lingers before and after breaking the surface of the horizon. When you are
around the equator (plus or minus 10 degrees) you know the sun has risen
because it is bearing down on you furiously and there is no safe haven except
under cover. The sun is up or it is down. There are no pinkish hues or tell-tale glimmers in
the clouds, it is up at 6am and is relentless until 6pm when it promptly drops, to be replaced by a pitch
black and it's memory ablaze on
your retinas. The age-old conundrum baffles the double handed sailing team, do
you have dinner with some natural light under which to eat it (and eat
ridiculously early) or eat at a reasonable time in the dark? Much time during
those long ocean passages is filled with the healthy debate about what time the
dinner meal should be consumed, because it inevitably leads to the first
watch/sleeping shift.
View from amidship looking aft while the sky is on fire with the
sunset - The Coral Sea, PNG
As you draw away from the equator maximising your summer
months, you are given some warning of the sun’s movements because of the different angle of the globe to the sun at that location. It starts with a
dull grey creeping across the sky from the east at 5am until it gives way to
some yellows, then light blues, pinks and the start of some golden beams as it
slowly stretches its arms and lightly taps you on the shoulder to let you know
that it is time to get moving. Then at
night you get the reverse, the sun leaves you with a relaxing twilight in which
to ponder the idea of making dinner or at least finishing up your sundowner
drink before the light completely departs at about 9pm.
Sundowners and nibbles, boat life can be quite
spoilt - Pittwater NSW
You have lots of time to ponder the intricacies of the earth while you are at sea, and the role of the sun is central to every single one of those intricacies. The comfort of the sun and its light can not be underestimated, a night filled with storms or squalls can trigger the fear emotions, but a day with storms is not as frightening because you can see them coming.
I could never get tired of watching the sun set on the
ocean. It glows across the surface with waves nipping at it's circumference, then slowly dips below, distorting slightly as you bathe in it's penumbral light.There are no buildings or mountains or other
obstacles to block any portion of the view as the sun does the same thing that
it has done for 4.54 billion years, watch us circle around it. There is some
isolating emotion that comes with the vast distance you are from any other human life and
the sun is the only one to bear witness to any mysteries surrounding your
whereabouts.
The sun is glimmering over the horizon behind me, reflecting pinks across the
clouds - South China Sea, Borneo
The light marks the end of the night shift and a new day, you are one more day closer to land and the routines of the sun change minutely as you travel further north or south.
What is the cure for seasickness? In my opinion, there isn't one. The answer, is management. Everyone has an abstract cure for seasickness, believe me, I have tried every single one... to no avail. While I am slightly better now after being at sea for 20 months, I still get seasick and it is still horrible. It is just that I have medicine at the ready if things look grim and there is no end in sight for my green gills.
'A long sit under a shady tree' is an extremely effective cure, though not exactly practical for crossing an ocean. Neither is staying in the cockpit the whole time when you are one of two people on board making a passage. So my tips and tricks in order of effectiveness (in my opinion...everyone has a differing level of tolerance for seasickness):
No drinking the night before or during a passage. If you are prone to seasickness, this will only enhance your feelings of sea hatred once you are underway.
Try to have a good sleep the night before, being well rested is an amazingly powerful antidote on that first day.
Don't go trying to dig in the bottom of a food drawer or pack a spinnaker in the bowels of the boat while you are underway. Those tasks can wait, or your sea adept partner can look after that job this time.
Watching television or reading a book can be detrimental, as your eyes are fixed on one spot while your body is moving with the boat motion.
Avoid spending too much time down below while underway in beamy sea conditions. The lack of awareness of where and when the knocks will come disorientates the inner ear and gets that nauseous feeling pumping.
Try lying down in the cockpit, maximising your accessibility to fresh air, awareness of the moving of the boat (and your movement compared to the horizon) and drinking plenty of fresh water.
When things get dire and you have already tried eating some food with ginger in it, eating ginger tablets and generally trying to access your inner zen... and not succeeding, try some travel sickness medication. I recommend travel sickness medication with the active antihistamine ingredient of meclazine (used in the US drug bonine, travel eeze and also some generic brands) it is fast acting and very effective.
Modern medicine to the rescue - ginger tablets and fully-fledged sea sickness meds
Un-useful suggestions (in my opinion):
Wrist bands with pressure buttons to push on the inside of your wrists. They don't do much more than create a sore spot on the inside of your wrist due to the pressure they exude (if you want try to some I have heaps, I can send them on).
Anti-nausea medication. It may stop the nausea, but it wont stop the being sick action.
Mindful distraction. There are only so many times you can 'go to your happy place' when you are at sea for 12 days in a row.
Useful suggestions:
Take travel sickness medication if you feel anxious about sailing the next day (as a prophylactic). When you don't have to prepare for being seasick, the whole experience is much more pleasant.
I usually wait to see what the conditions will be like before taking tablets as the side effects of tiredness knock me around. If the nasty seas are only hanging around for a couple of hours, I can soldier through it.
Cook food ahead of your passage so it is a quick job to heat and eat and you are not spending long periods down below.
Certain types of sea conditions trigger seasickness for me - beamy swells, passages where we are beating and the boat is bouncing through the swell on the forequarter and confused seas where waves and wind come from all directions. Be aware of the conditions ahead of time and mentally prepare yourself.
Get an ipod with music or podcasts to entertain you through those rough moments. Even better, get addicted to some audio books that can fill your ears with imaginative descriptions for 300 hours!
On multi-day passages, you may only need medication for the first or second day, then your body is used to the motion and you don't need the tablets anymore.
Have lollies, crackers and small treats around. Making sure you don't get too hungry helps if your nausea is related to gaps between meal times as well.
The amount of circumnavigating sailors that we met on our trip where one or both partners sailing the boat suffered from seasickness was astounding. Despite it making us miserable, the allure of the sea is enough to keep us coming back for more punishment! If you get seasick and love the sea, don't let it stop you from seeing the amazing world beyond our shores (modern medicine is there to give you a helping hand).
We were overcome with a ranging set of emotions as we slowly made our way through the Sydney Heads at dawn on 22 December. The city was just stretching its legs and arms to wake to a spectacular day and I will boldly say that it was somewhat more spectacular for us, as we rubbed our tired eyes and warmed our hands in the chilly summer morning air. We were coming home.
Approach to the Sydney Heads
I think my most dominant feeling was one was relief - at making it all the way without any bad incidents that we could not manage. The next was a sense of joy at coming home to Sydney (and she did put on her best dress for us, glowing in the golden sun of the new morning). It was just us and the first ferries of the day, it was like the boats had been cleared as we sailed down a flat and calm Sydney Harbour making way for the glittering CBD and the icons of the Opera House and the Bridge. We could not wipe the grins off our faces.
Good morning Sydney. So happy to be home!
(you can just make out the New Years Eve Fireworks rigging on the bridge above our heads that
will light up at midnight, revealing a burning emblem to wrap up 2014 or give promise to 2015)
We were having a fabulous sail, except for the dwindling wind speed and wake from the ferries as we neared Circular Quay which we bounced around on. But nothing could dampen our spirits today as we were finally completing our journey which we started 20 months ago, whilst doing something that not many people do, we went east to bring the boat back from South East Asia.
A statistical rundown of the whole journey:
The 2013 numbers have us travelling west, while 2014 was solely an eastern
pursuit to bring the boat home to Australia's eastern coast.
Did we really sail the equivalent of 1/3 the way around the world?
That we managed to make our timeline for returning home by Christmas was also a wonderful feeling, particularly after our many long nights at sea as we crossed the Pacific this year. It became hard to believe that only 9 months ago we were plotting our course while targeting a Sydney arrival before the end of the year, so to achieve it was something else entirely! Apart from catchups and many sighs of relief from family members, Christmas meant Christmas hats made out of the wrapping of 'Who Gives a Crap' toilet paper, the clean water and toilets charity.
So without any 'next port' to think about, we might just sit and relax for a little while and get used to the big city and ponder what is next for the crew of Elizabeth Jane II. 31/12/2014
The stunted trips down the NSW coast have been uncomfortable, inhospitable and down-right unenjoyable. To have sailed 13,000nm and the final legs to Sydney from Queensland be some of the most uninspiring had left us feeling somewhat deflated. It is not the homecoming one would paint for themselves!
The jump from the Gold Coast to Coffs Harbour was filled with thunderstorms, strong winds and then, no winds. We were penned in at Coffs for 5 days while a low passed east, lashing the shore with 45kt winds and 5m seas consistently for 3 days. The 10m breakwall was regularly breached with enormous pounding waves and the torrents of rain left one commenting on the 'good weather for ducks'. The only excited community members were the surfers who had no regard for their personal safety, just catching the best wave. Interestingly, due to the high winds the boat had enough heel on it in the marina that Hugh could stand up inside the cabin (he is usually about 20cm too tall to do that!).
Dramatic cloud formations forewarn of the incoming storm at Coffs Harbour
Finally the weather looked good for a leg to Port Stephens, until we were underway and some strong winds were predicted to arrive on the nose and stop us in our path 25nm short of our destination. We cut our journey by 50nm and decided on Forster-Tuncurry as our safe haven for two days while the system passed through. With 35kt winds pushing us south, we sailed the hair raising entry over the Forster bar, riding the 2m waves in. Waves crashed over the breakwall and flung salt spray 10m into the air, it sure was exciting! Next came the challenge of anchoring in a super shallow and tight channel, hemmed in by a rockwall on one side and a sandbar on the other with 3kts of current directing our steering. While Tuncurry is a quaint little town with some delicious fresh fish from the co-op, it sure was a rubbish anchorage and we were keen to leave after suffering two nights of wind on tide and too many close encounters with the shallow bar as we did the 'La Paz waltz' with the boat swinging between the wind and the tidal pull.
We had the window, finally a day-hop to Port Stephens. The wind was evasive to start with, though came along for the ride about 15nm into the journey. The wind was predicted to rise throughout the day, so we were keen for an arrival in the afternoon at Nelson Bay. Not that it really mattered in terms of visibility, the convection layer was so low we could not see more than half a mile in front of the boat, it was like sailing through a cloud. Just as the wind tipped at 30kts, we rounded the corner to enter the harbour and it was all pleasant again. Enclosed waters are bliss! Picking up an RMS mooring at Chinamans Beach (good to see our rego dollars at work!) we relaxed ahead of the predicted 35kt winds for the next morning.
Two days of R & R and the weather looked like it would give us another chance at heading south. A closer review of the weather predictions has rarely been made, it is only 110nm until we will grace the Sydney shores with our presence! We were not sure where we would end up with the boat and if we would in fact make the final 20nm hop from the safe waters of Pittwater to Sydney Harbour. But all that aside, we have the right wind (not on the nose!) and an acceptable strength (not 40 knots!) so it looks like we will make the final hop to Sydney before Christmas, as we had hoped 9 months ago when nutting out this route home. You could almost measure our excitement and the anticipation for completing our journey!
Check out these excited sailors as they left Sydney in April 2013, little did they know what was ahead of them!
New South Wales and southern Queensland had been
experiencing dramatic electrical storms for about a week and a half. It was
enough to keep us penned in at the Gold Coast waiting for them to blow around
outside before we made a move.It was
nice to sit and chill after our busy and tiring time working on the boat on the
hard, so we enjoyed the forced break, catching up with friends and
relaxing a bit (as much as one can in an anchorage where jet-skiers zoom around
and people wear these weird jet-boots and ‘fly’ around tethered to a jet-ski by a pipe of pressurised by water).
The forecast finally looked good, well good enough to get us
the short 170nm, 28-hour hop to Coffs Harbour. The prediction showed we should expect a nice 10-15kt
northerly to send us on our way. The wind was a bit evasive to start with, but
before long we were sailing nicely and we even jumped aboard the East
Australian Current conveyor-belt and grabbed an extra 2kts of speed for free,
we were rocketing south at between 6-8 kts. We were happily looking at making a
dawn entry to Coffs Harbour, well ahead of schedule.
As we were passing Ballina the skies changed. The eastern
view was a sheer dark blue, while the western sky had developed a nasty green
tinge and some foreboding thunderhead clouds. It stayed to our west for sometime however the clouds were closing in and it started to feel suffocating, the storm was definitely coming our way. We quickly furled in the jib and reefed the main sail, we didn’t know how much of a windy punch the storm front would bring with it.
View of the eastern sky
Lightning
flashes lit up the cloud formations from behind and the wind started to pick
up, from 15kts to 25kts and the seas were not far behind, whipping up to 2m in
what felt like an instant. We could track the movement of the storm on radar and it
looked like we were in between two storm cells which were slowly moving north
east. We were going to get the full show, and considering that constituted a lot of lightning, we were aprehensive.
Then it was time to hold on, we decided to hove to as the
wind direction spun around the dial and reached 35kts, bringing waves that were
breaking over the bow. The thunder boomed above us and had us throwing our
hands over our earsas a reflex reaction to the
intense volume. A brilliant purple and pink lightning bolt stung the water and the water was audibly singed from the impact of the heat. We simultaneously removed our hands from anything metal on the boat in case of a lightning strike. Thunder boomed all
around and we counted and watched as the lightning struck time and time again.
Then the rain fell, as if it had never rained before the heavens opened and
delivered torrents and torrents with such force that everything was soaked
in an instant. The rain and the storm stayed with us as the eye of the storm
passed over delivering 40kts of wind. Slowly the cell started to move off, in
time for the following cell to come. This one was a meeker version of its
bigger brother and the wind started to drop.
As the storms passed over it was as if the the wind had been
sucked out of the airspace and we were left bobbing around in 3m seas that had been whipped up by the wind. Off to
the aft of our boat we could see a slight glimmer high in the sky…a rainbow
trying to peek through. As the lightning flickered off in the distance we were left in awe of the sound and fury that strutted and fretted it's hour upon our patch of sea (and EJ suffered no lightning strikes, phew).
It does not sound like much, but while closely reading a tide chart this section of navigable waterway is dry at low tide - that equates to about 12 hours a day when you can walk along the riverbed and kick dust (or more likely - mud). Sound weird? You should try sailing it! This journey took us through The Narrows, a short pass of about 12nm joining the waterways of southern Rockhampton to the busy port town of Gladstone, leaving Curtis Island to shelter the waterway from the ocean to the east.
The amount of preparation to make this passage without ending up leaning to one side was quite intense, it filled me with a sense of trepidation for the multiple scenarios of failure. It was less a fear for our safety, and more one for our pride. Being beached and leaning heavily to one side for the best part of 12 hours while the locals come past and have a good laugh as we wait for the tide to rise again to push us off our temporary mudbank home made me cringe. In terms of threat to our safety, we could just practically step off the boat and wade over to the river bank 10m away to watch the boat lean increase as the tide dropped, we would hardly need to launch flares or the life raft to mark our failure.
Embarrassing imaginative thoughts aside, Hugh meticulously assessed three different sources for tidal data to make sure that the data was consistent. We were at a waning gibbous moon which meant that the tides would be less dramatic every day as we approached the no moon phase, so we would be at a disadvantage to unbeach ourselves (should such a thing occur) because the high tides the day after would not be as high. We calculated overfalls - the delay for water to get upstream and vice versa as it travels the rivers' distance. We learnt that halfway through The Narrows the flooding tides will meet, as it comes from the south and from the north to reach the middle section before ebbing from the centre to the north and the south, rather than flooding one way and ebbing the other. That meant that we would catch a rising tide travelling south to the centre, then flow with an ebbing tide out the southern side of the waterway. It all sounded good.
So we started the passage, tinged with hints of peril, intending to reach the shallowest part of the passage just as the tide reached its high point. Apart from the low hum of our engine, we could hear the myriad of waterbirds, insects and the occasional jumping fish as we putted down the river. Low lying wetlands extended past the mangroves which licked the waters edge. It was not until we approached the centre part of the pass that we saw signs of modern life, with the concrete driveway indicating that at low tide, 4WDs access the riverbank and it became a thoroughfare. Just a few miles further downstream we passed the famous Monte Cristo cattle crossing, which until October 2014 was a working cattle crossing when the tide is low, enabling the passing of cattle across to the mainland for sale etc.
Cattle crossing which at low tide provides access for cattle across the river, but at this tide point is almost 4m under water
It was a very spooky moment as we passed navigation markers which were lower than the boat it gave the feeling of being in a flooded street, with everything looking a bit low. And low it was, as the depth meter showed that there was 60cm of water under the keel. This was going to be tight. Hugh slowly weaved us through the tight section of the waterway, trying to stick to the deepest part of the channel and managing the increasing speed we were gaining as the tide gained pace. The serenity of the waterway was something to behold, nothing but nature getting about their business all around the boat.
We emerged from The Narrows and entered Port Curtis, the mind-bogglingly busy, noisy, dusty and shiny port, where there are three liquid natural gas processing plants, and the innumerable ship loading conveyor belts moving coal, iron ore and silica onto ships for international transport. The visual impact of the development on the landscape was obvious even from the water, with huge tracts of land cleared and gigantic machinery moving enormous quantities of mining products around the sites. It was a stark and not too pleasant way to emerge from a most splendid and quiet waterway, I would say next time we should do the journey in the northern direction to avoid such offence to the senses.
Conveyor belt for loading ships
The bigger questions of what this port expansion means for Australia is a hot topic environmentally, but will soon become a bigger issue for the cost of production of anything in Australia as the market cost for natural gas increases for the consumer with the new export market just opening. Expanding economies in Asia demand secure gas and Australia put up its hand. What does it mean? Well the export market will be strong and the cost of the exported product will be cheaper than what is retained for domestic sale. Economists predict a 300% rise in the cost of natural gas in the Australian market. This in turn will significantly increase the cost of production of anything in Australia that uses gas as the energy source. Interestingly it was the LNG plants that also pushed out the Monte Cristo cattle station. The new Australia is impacting the old Australia in blindingly obvious ways.
