Land off the Starboard Bow
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Land off the Starboard Bow

Land off the Starboard Bow

Land off the starboard bow

East Falkland makes an appearance mid-morning. It is only the second glimpse of land I’ve had in 70 plus days and I am suddenly struck by just how far from home I really am.

The Falkland Islands. British and German naval battles. Margaret Thatcher sending the
British Forces to the islands. Shackleton. Ghosts of a globe-trotting whaling fleet under sail. It’s all here and now so am I. I can hardly believe it.

Follow my tracks in real-time:


  • BT
    Posted at 10:41h, 02 July Reply

    Bert, you are amazing! Following you progress and posts with great admiration for you courage and wishing / willing you success. You are on the downhill run now. All the best from an Aussie follower BT ( 2 degrees of separation from your Uncle Joe).

  • Sandi Lyon
    Posted at 03:20h, 06 July Reply

    That looks about right. When it’s hot out in the ocean, its foggy and wet on the Wet Coast. That means you’re on the right track, heading the right direction. Finally. Woohoo.

  • Anita Kuntz
    Posted at 00:10h, 08 July Reply

    Following you journey and am truly amazed.

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