When we set out from Norway in 2014, we planned to sail south until the butter melted, then head west. After sailing down to the Canary Islands, we crossed the Atlantic to Barbados. After a brief island hopping stint, we went through the Panama Canal in April 2015. We then headed out across the South Pacific, with stops in Galapagos, Marquesas, Tuamotos, Society Islands, Cook Islands, Niue and Tonga, before heading down to New Zealand before the start of the cyclone season.

In 2016, we crossed the rest of the Pacific, before continuing west across the Indian Ocean, ending up in South Africa. In 2017, we crossed the Atlantic twice – westward across the South Atlantic to the Caribbean, then from there to the east coast of Canada, before heading eastwards back to Europe.



Skipper, fixer of broken engines, clogged filters and most other technical miseries. Notoriously worried about how things that should be stuck (mast, winches et cetera) might come lose, and how things that should move (cylinders, pumps and whatnot) might become stuck.
Lounging on Anchorage Island, Suwarrow

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay


Michelle was onboard from Norway to Spain, and then rejoined in Panama once her duties at university had been dealt with. A native of the Canadian plains, she adapted to the sea like the a viking born in the bilges en route to Amerigo.

Blissful arrival

She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used ‘stow’ instead of ‘tidy’ for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her. –Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

The boat

We are sailing a Nordship 32, built in Denmark in 1986. All boats need a name, ours is called Origo. It is a solid boat, built to last. Origo is neither the largest nor the shiniest vessel out there, but it has served us well, through fair and foul.

View from above

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