Up until a few weeks ago, if you’d asked us where we were headed next the answer was Vanuatu, New Caledonia and then Australia. It’s more or less the usual route everyone takes around here, and this is likely one of the reasons we’ve opted for the alternative. There are a number of reasons, really, and the more you try to unpack it the more complex the decision becomes. In the end, though, we realized an opportunity that probably wouldn’t present itself again, and I have a strong personal aversion to predictability.
After crossing into the southern hemisphere in May of 2014, we’ve seen an unimaginable array of environments. They’re all unique, they’ve all left a mark. If you could go back to any one place, where would you go? It’s not an easy question to answer, but of them all the Tuamotus were something else. Low-lying atolls of white sand and coconut trees. Glassy lagoons rife with fish, sharks and corals. The juxtaposition of postcard-picture paradise and a survivalist existence agreed with us, and it’s something we haven’t come across again since we moved further west. So, we’re going 1,600 nautical miles north to the Marshall Islands instead. Should be a trip, stay tuned!
