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On Most Days I Don't Wear Pants

10 May 2024

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10 May

Never have I ever…. thought that the straightforward duty of  wearing pants could or would ever become a topic, a chore, a bother…. It's a routine I've followed, we all have followed ( I would think/hope) since the tender age of 2, 3, perhaps 4, and now, to my surprise, it has dissipated without much thought. On several occasions now, I've caught myself saying, "Oh, I forgot my pants. I have my shoes, but I'll need pants." This realisation has led me to ponder... Is forgetting pants any different from forgetting your shoes after a glorious holiday week of beach, surf, and sand? I mean throughout all the lockdowns during the pandemic I did not forget to wear pants…… Did you?

I feel like I am as lucid as ever even though my life has drastically changed, evolved and is in a constant adaptive mode these last 12 months especially. On most days it's a welcomed adventure, on others…. Eerrr not so much BUT overall the movement has a positive forward momentum.

SO….

Welcome aboard the journey of a lifetime, where pants are optional, and adventure is non-negotiable.

Twelve months ago, I embarked on a journey that would redefine my perspective in ways I never could have imagined. Leaving behind the comforts of home, I set sail on a grand adventure aboard a majestic 56ft wooden motor sail ketch, bound for the remote reefs and islands of the northern seas. Little did I know, this voyage would not only provide moments of sheer wonder and unexpected hilarity but also prompt profound introspection.

As I reflect on the past year, I'm struck by the remarkable evolution of something as seemingly mundane as wearing pants. What was once a simple daily task has now become a topic of discussion, a chore, even a bother. It's a routine we've all followed since the tender age of 3, perhaps 4, and yet, to my surprise, it has dissipated without much thought. Instead, I find myself occasionally caught off guard, exclaiming, 'Oh, I forgot my pants. I have my shoes, but I'll need pants.' This realisation has led me to ponder... Is forgetting pants any different from forgetting your shoes after a glorious holiday week of beach, surf, and sand? I mean, throughout all the lockdowns during the pandemic, I did not forget to wear pants... Did you?

And amidst this newfound freedom from trousers, I've discovered a curious lack of self-awareness in completing everyday tasks. Surprisingly, the 'business as usual' execution in which I perform them remains intact, albeit with a peculiar twist. Whether it's preparing meals, conducting maintenance on the yacht, or navigating through unfamiliar ports, the absence of pants seems to have little effect on my ability to carry out these tasks efficiently. It's as if the removal of this one garment has opened up a realm of possibilities, where the constraints of convention no longer apply

Despite the profound changes and constant adaptation over the past 12 months, I feel as lucid as ever. Most days, this adventurous lifestyle is a welcomed thrill, but on others... Well, let's just say it's not always smooth sailing. Yet, overall, the movement has a positive forward momentum, propelling me toward new experiences and revelations.

And now, anchored off the shores of the Philippines, sans pants and lost in contemplation, I can't help but wonder how this improbable journey became my reality. What other twists and turns does life have in store for me? These questions linger in the salty air, teasing me with the promise of endless possibility. At this point, I should clarify that while I may forego pants, I do indeed wear undergarments. It's the pants, shorts, skirts, and all-encompassing leg attire that has become a daily source of exasperation.

As the salty breeze tousles my hair and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull serenades my senses, I'm reminded of the profound discovery that has unfolded amidst the boundless expanse of the open sea. Here, on this wooden vessel bobbing atop azure waters, I've come to realise that freedom is not merely a concept but a tangible state of being—a liberation of the soul from the shackles of societal expectation.

Our journey began amidst the vibrant hustle and bustle of the Gold Coast, where the shimmering skyscrapers fade into the horizon as we set sail into the endless blue. With each nautical mile, the worries of the world ashore melt away, replaced by a profound sense of connection to the elements and the camaraderie of fellow seafarers.

Navigating the labyrinthine waters of Indonesia, we encountered a kaleidoscope of cultures, from bustling markets brimming with exotic spices to secluded islands inhabited by indigenous tribes. Every port of call unveiled new wonders and challenges, and more frequent reminders to myself about wearing pants. Customs is coming better get my pants, going shopping grab some pants. From navigating treacherous ocean and stormy days wearing no pants to sampling questionable street food (note to self: always double-check the expiration date on fermented tofu) and having to remember pants... the entire concept of consciously ensuring that I am wearing pants is mind-blowing for me. It's should and was as autonomic as brushing your teeth, washing your hands, etc.

But amidst the chaos and unpredictability, there existed a serene beauty that transcended language and culture. Watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnificence of nature and our humble place within it.

As we made landfall in the Philippines, I found myself grappling with the peculiar notion of returning to a world where pants were once again a necessity. The transition from sea to shore was fraught with awkwardness, as I clumsily fumbled with zippers and buttons, longing for the carefree days of bare-legged bliss. The actual thought of putting on a pair of shorts is urgh, annoying. WHAT IS HAPPENING...

Yet, amid the laughter and camaraderie of newfound friends, I realised that the true essence of freedom lies not in the absence of pants but in the boundless spirit of adventure that courses through our veins. Whether sailing the high seas or navigating the complexities of everyday life, we are all captains of our own destiny, charting a course towards our dreams with unwavering determination and a healthy dose of humour.

In this journey, pants indeed serve as a metaphor for the myriad restrictions that society imposes upon us—the expectations, the norms, the conventions that confine us to a predetermined path. But aboard this vessel, with the wind in our sails and the salt on our skin, we've discovered a new way of being, a way that transcends the limitations of convention and embraces the exhilarating freedom of the unknown.

As I stand here on the deck, gazing out at the endless horizon, I'm filled with a sense of gratitude for the incredible journey we've shared together. From the highs of adventure to the lows of uncertainty, each moment has been a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the beauty of embracing life's twists and turns.

So, dear friends, let's carry forward the lessons we've learned and the precious memories we've made. Let's keep seeking new adventures, facing the unknown with bravery and curiosity as we catch our dreams. And most importantly, let's never forget the sheer happiness found in the little things - like laughter, camaraderie, and the freedom to carve our own paths.

Wishing you smooth sailing and clear skies, my fellow explorers. may your dreams stretch as far as the ocean and your enthusiasm soar as high as the sky. And remember, whether you're in trousers or not, it's the journey itself that truly counts. So, let's keep navigating, keep imagining, and keep embracing each day with all our hearts.


What Do You Call a Gang of Paper Nautiluses aka Argonauts?

03 May 2024

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03 May

Last night's blackwater dive was beyond amazing, it was downright mind-blowing! I can't even begin to express how each session is like diving into a whole new dimension of crazy. I mean, we're talking about critters that move faster than a blink and are teeny tiny to the nth degree!

So, picture this: it's a moonless night, and we're diving into the blackwater with one mission in mind – to spot our first-ever blanket octopus or paper nautilus. And guess what? Before I even hit the 5-meter mark, bam! Something whizzes past my face, and I'm like, "Whoa, was that a paper nautilus?" I didn't even have time to think; I just started snapping away like a maniac, just in case.

Now, I was expecting something micro-sized, like maybe a measly centimetre, but nope, this thing was a solid 4 to 5 cm on a long jelly. And speaking of jellies, the water was so thick with dust specks that it felt like the entire world’s linen and bath towels has just been shaken and only came to life when the light beams passed over. It added a whole new layer of challenge to the mix.

But then, just a few minutes into the dive, I stumble upon this teeny tiny lobster-shaped creature, less than a centimetre in size. I swear, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen! And as if that wasn't enough, I look up and see all the divers congregating in one spot. So, naturally, I swim over to check it out, and lo and behold – a paper nautilus! This one was a good 5 cm, which made me realise I've been focusing on the wrong size this whole time. Rookie mistake #lol

Anyway, now that I've got my eyes adjusted to the right scale, I start my search for one about 3 cm in size. And wouldn't you know it, within seconds, there's one right there in front of me! I'm talking heart-pounding, pulse-racing excitement as I watch this little beauty float and pulse with all the grace of an underwater pulsing critter #lol I observed it just me and it, Its tentacles, those big ol' eyes, the metallic freckles on its pale skin – it's its delicate paper like shell, those folds or undulations perfectly spaced…..

I'm so lost in the moment that I barely notice our guide frantically waving their flashlight and pointing at the nautilus, like, "Hey, over here!" That's when it hits me – time to get those shots in! So, I started shooting, capturing every precious second of this once-in-a-lifetime encounter. The others gathered around, and we shared in the delight of spotting Nautilus number 2. Afterward, I ventured off in search of something new. About 10 minutes later, a massive plume of orangey-brown ink appeared, but there were no squid in sight. However, to my surprise, there was another paper nautilus! I tried to signal the others, but they were slightly above me and were already observing one without a jelly, the ones I found were all eating and females.! Throughout the dive, I believe we encountered at least 5…..6 , if not more, most were all eating on And let me tell you, it was absolutely, positively, insanely awesome! Now, what do you call a group of paper nautiluses? A flock, a school, a fever? How about pure madness, The pure madness of Paper Nautiluses HAHAHA

A #REAM of Paper Nautiluses!!!  Thanks Augustine!!!

From Waste to Wonder

15 April 2024

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15 April 

Over the past year, I've had the absolute honor of collaborating with the exceptional educational team at TEMBUSU CSR in Singapore. Our paths intertwined years ago, and it ignited 12 months ago into something truly remarkable. I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have connected with Nan and Jacinta.

Today was prototype day, a day I eagerly anticipate and cherish! It's the day when the schoolchildren unveil their inventions aimed at tackling various facets of ocean pollution, a topic we've been exploring in recent weeks. They create their prototypes using discarded materials found around their homes and school premises.

During their presentations to me, they articulate the specific environmental concerns they're addressing and explain the functionality of their inventions. Their ingenuity knows no bounds as they consider a myriad of factors, from microplastics to water filtration, waste disposal, marine life conservation, and even the psychological and societal impacts of their solutions. Their designs are not only ingenious but also endearing, often featuring whimsical details and sculptures, albeit sometimes held together with barely sticky glue that seems to give way at the most unexpected moments.

Today's groups tackled - HOW MIGHT WE HELP TO....:
- Stop plastics and other waste from flowing into the ocean to protect fish and marine life.
- Prevent chemicals and sewage from contaminating the ocean.
- Ensure people have access to clean water to reduce the need for bottled water, thus preventing plastic pollution.
- Prevent neighboring countries' rubbish from polluting our shores.
- Stop fishermen from abandoning nets and hooks in the ocean.
- Stop Lazy people from having bad trash management to prevent litter from ending up in the ocean.

Despite their varying levels of confidence, their deliveries are always captivating, infused with a blend of shyness, confidence, and improvised flair. These sessions with the children leave me feeling exhilarated and inspired, eagerly looking forward to the future. Imagine robots boasting extendable arms wihc can reach the depths of the ocean, internal water filtration systems, and gas filters, mechanical les thqt suck up the ribbish as they walk. Picture compactors and mechanical sculptures that offer rewards to those who pick up litter and discpline those who dare litter. Visualize solar-powered 'submarines' diligently scouring the ocean depths and rain catchers gleefully collecting droplets from the sky, as their emply frown turns into a FULL smile.

Education plays a pivotal role in nurturing such creativity and environmental stewardship among our youth, and it's a privilege to witness firsthand the transformative power of education in shaping a brighter tomorrow.

A huge thank you to Nan and Jacinta! You and your team are making a difference.



Girraween National Park8 - 10 January 2021


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Who knew an impromptu camping trip could lead to such happiness and settled inner energy. We planned to go Thursday but the rain delayed us a day so we left early Friday morning. It still rained intermittently but it was perfect. Girraween is absolutely a beautiful place and has almost everything you could want for a weekend of discovery. Giant Boulders to climb, hiking tracks galore, rock pools, streams, possums, kangaroos, birds, blooming wildflowers, and the energy of magical trees to replenish your mind.

Climbing the Pyramid was worth every step. It’s a unique granite dome of exposed rock. The 360 views do take one’s breath away and with direct eye lines to the surrounding peaks you can map out your next adventure. It’s definitely a spot where you can venture over and over again.

Also, I’ve decided that my most favorite scenic rim drive in the countryside is from Queen Mary Falls, down the hill with views of the Condamine river that just leave you breathless. Cruise along the babbling brooks/river crossings, through the jaw, dropping giant trees, and you even get to wave to the long-horned cattle, splash through a couple more creeks, all while listening to bellbirds, and then finally alas back to reality road.

Thanks, gang for a great 2.5 days of hikes and climbs and absorbing some much needed energy from Mother Nature. Let’s go again soon.




Hervey Bay – Whale Watching

21 August 2020

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21 August

OMG. The day actually has arrived. After an entire day of last minute duties, meetings, collections, we are FINALLY here. Due to all the craziness of 2020, recent bad weather, I wasn't going to count my chickens before they hatch BUT WE ARE HERE! #PHEW

It's been 6months since I've been more than 250km away from y house and HELLO HERVEY BAY! Even though windy in transit, today I stood on the bow of a whale watching boat in the dewy morning sunshine, inhaling deep fresh crisp breaths of salty sea air. The feeling of that salt grit flicking against my face reminded me

of how exciting that sting was #purebliss. Well, anything after this was most certainly going to be a bonus. AND even better still we hadn't even arrived in the "whale zone' yet #WOOHOO whales yet to come and Island exploration. #whata day. So 2 firsts for me today, meeting Hervey Bay humpbacks and visiting Fraser Island. #tick and #tick.

As I woke back to reality, I scanned the horizon and #BOOM my heart jumped, I felt a rush of electric happiness #BLOW, that was it I couldn't stand still as it turned into a 12 o'clock blow. I glanced up at the bridge and waved a frantic 2 thumbs up. I was fidgeting like crazy. I was finally #ALIVE after months of lockdown Frankenstein's bride had finally awoken. All the fondness, stresses of the 'will we won't we' and thrill of my passion rushed back. Right now we're supposed to be in group 6 of Tonga and day 30someting in the water. Rather than moping about it I've been suppressing and just ignoring it and keeping as busy as possible. I guess I didn't realise until now by how much. Anyhow the #mommentisnow, whales, and Fraser here we come.

 

22 August

IT WAS SOOOOO GOOOD! Seeing such friendly faces on board today was exceptional. catching up, reminiscing, and meeting a new, this felt ... I have to say... 'a little normal'. It's been so long... socialising I had to warn people that I may say things out loud that I possibly shouldn't... 'social norms' has been lacking in practice the last 6 months on account of - you don't use it you lose it.... well that's my excuse, for now, #eeek

My mind's eye was in overdrive today flashing back to #FINtastic times on photography trips or whale trips of yesteryear. It surprises me how much I can remember, so vividly. So lucky to be able to share such fun and great times.

Well with a boat full of wonderful ocean #FINatics we Tasman Ventured off to Platypus Bay in search of the great-winged Newfoundlanders aka humpback whale. The wind was up and westerly from yesterday but that didn't stop us from having a blast. It wasn't long before entering the bay that we found a pair of travelers and about another mile away was a pair of breaching whales who ended up sticking to the boat. So with that, the engine was turned off and floaters entered the water in anticipation. It was hilarious! the pair of whales played cat and mouse with the floaters and stayed just out of EYE reach. One came so sneakily close right behind Darren, who was holding the end of the line, exhaled loudly then quickly disappeared into the depths again. Absolutely teasing the floaters, who were at the stern of the boat, the two humpbacks would spy hop and pec slap at the bow then make their way around the back to taunt the in water guests then back to the bow again. At times they would hide under the boat, the Skipper could see them on the sounder and I could see their small, intricate, chandelier bubbles, fizzing up from beneath, sparkling their way up the sides of the hull.
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