Day 1,155: I’ve Got Something To Say About Tuna…
Wed 29.02.12: It was around 1600 on the 29th that we arrived in the town of Noro on the island of New Georgia in the Western Province of The Solomon…
Day 1,154: Such A Pretty House
Tue 28.02.12: Today I turned 33 years old. Too old, Yoda would say, to begin the training. By the age of 33, Jesus had convinced enough illiterate sailors that he…
Days 1,150–1,153: Piercing The Gloom
Fri 24.02.12 – Mon 27.02.12: So I went from the Papuan Chief to the Pacific Pearl to the Southern Pearl to the Southern Lily 2 to the Sea Princess to…
Days 1,146-1,149: The Road To Nauru
Mon 20.02.12 – Thursday 23.02.12: Monday morning and I arrived in Sydney bright and early. After picking up a $1 coffee from 7/11 (I live off this stuff when I’m…
Days 1,138-1,145: The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-Time
Sun 12.02.12 – Sun 19.02.12: After a spot of brekkie at Mandy’s mum’s gaff in Ballarat, Mand and I returned to Melbourne and caught up on the BBC’s Sherlock (more…
Days 1,134-1,137: Taking Over The Asylum
Wed 08.02.12 – Sat 11.02.12: The bus arrived in Melbourne at 6.30am, so I got to surprise Mandy before work with my presence. For Mandy’s sake I tried not to…
Days 1,132-1,133: Under The Bridge
Mon 06.02.12 – Tue 07.02.12: As dawn broke over the eastern horizon, the Sea Princess eased herself under the Sydney Harbour bridge, bringing to a close the mini adventure I’ve…
Days 1,129-1,131: Three Sheets To The Wind
Fri 03.02.12 – Sun 05.02.12: Friday took us around the Southern Cape of South Island and along the majestic Fjords of the incorrectly-spelt Fiordland National Park. As part of the…
Days 1,127-1,128: The Auld Alliance
Wed 01.02.12-Thu 02.02.12: Christchurch is not somewhere for holidaying at the moment, and since the major earthquake last year, cruise ships have been calling at the place down the road,…
Days 1,124-1,126: Taumata-whakatangihangakoauauo-tamateaturipukakapikimaunga-horonukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu
Sun 29.01.12 - Tue 31.01.12: Sunday morning and The Sea Princess arrived in the rather lovely port of Tauranga (pronounced Toe-ronga). I had a bit of a mooch, watched some…