I think I saw Flight MH370

OK, so between February 20th and March 10th we were crossing the Indian Ocean the wrong way from Cochin, India to Phuket, Thailand. On the night in question (7th-8th March), I was standing a night watch alone. Well, sitting, really. Watching the stars, since I had been spending the passage identifying and learning a new…

Sailing is a LOT of Fun!

Day 031 Woohoo.  Today is the ‘monniversary’ of our cruise!  We caste off one month ago today, and it feels like we only just started!  To celebrate, Kiera made a chocolate brownie cake with Zain and her brother, a couple of kids who live in the flats here.  I came back to the boat and…

Ladies Sailing in Oman

Day 030 So today I went out on the Q’Bas with the lady instructor trainees.  It was awesome!  Having rigged up, and been planning to stay in the Marina alongside the kids course that Kiera was helping out on, but the lady instructor on the rescue boat came up to me and aid, very sweetly:…

Kids Sailing in Oman

Day 029 Woken at 10am by Mohammad, the General Manager, and Adam, the Chief Instructor of OmanSail, was a little embarrassing to say the least.  Especially considering it was the FIRST and ONLY true lie in that Kiera and I had had since we started on this voyage! Kiera, it would seem, had been expected…

The Oilfields

Day 003 So dawn of Day 3 brought us safely through the Khafji oilfield, with just a few rigs left which Kiera managed to capture at Dawn – a moment which I just managed to stay awake to see, despite mega exhaustion.  With two on a passage, there is usually just one person on watch…

Day Two

So, having planned to leave at dawn, at 6am when we awoke the wind was still blowing strong.  So we went back to sleep until 8am when the storm had passed.  After an embarrassing morning stroll around the island (embarrassing ‘cos Kaliya decided to chase the local chickens) we checked out and set of in…

Day One

After a lovely send off from a few close friends at Fahaheel Sea Club at High Noon, we called straight in to neighbouring Al Khout Marina to refuel – which was fortunate since we’d forgotten to stock up on lighters.  So Kiera ran across to The Sultan Centre, whilst Marc and I refuelled and used…