…with old knees and slowly diminishing prose competence.
But the spirit of Tainui survives, without shadow of doubt. What began as a summer cruise on 2005 morphed into a 12 year journey. Now that Tainui awaits a new custodian in Sydney, I find I am unwilling to abandon the spirit which drove her, my crew and me for all those years. What about the title of this website? If I continue writing in it, I’m not sure what to do about that. Suggestions all welcome.
Anyway, the maritime adventure continues. In other Tainui’s, in other parts of the world and with the same insouciant optimism which drove her and me for the last 20 years.
With medical impetus, first a trip to PNG. Then, I hope, to one of two refugee rescue boats in the Mediterranean.