Experiencing a special sea cruise: way up north, all the way across Pacific and to the left – Sea of Okhotsk. Nine points storms completely fulfill my “salty sea-dog” experience. The land is just within two-day reach and endless voids of water and air bring new rationalization to a sense of confined places.
Finally comes that brand new morning, skies change covers and land replaces endless waters.
Narrow metal latter swings over the gap of 34F water and I’m trying to step across the ocean into a small fishing boat. Wind makes riding around cliffs quite bumpy and the boat is turning steeply onto its stern.
Strong current and tide rub this modest raft against sea cliffs to the point of boat’s distress; I’m covering the puncture with my mitton and pretending calmness.
Sea caves are beautiful but next time, please…, I would rather be walking on a solid ground.
More to come…
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