It seems I have traded the North Atlantic for the South Pacific, a world apart.


This ocean is different; bluer, warmer, stronger.

The surfer to the right illustrates scale.

I have always longed to see the Pacfic ocean. I can now say I have swum in three of the worlds oceans, the others – the Southern and Arctic – are not quite so accessible but maybe one day.


Whoever named these vast expanses of water had poetry in their veins, I grew up with these words. The Atlantic is home to me; green, cold and wild. The Pacific is foreign, full of new things and where the power of the ocean is a way of life.

I suppose I will write of the new things here, when I get the chance.