In which Triple Taurus takes to sea on a top-secret mission. Details have been redacted here.
SOS!! I’ve just spent 2 months living and working on a small yacht in Antarctica under the most diabolical circumstances I’ve ever encountered in an already colourful lifetime. I’ve been living and working with 12 men (and only one other woman) on a 75 foot yacht in the middle of nowhere and now that I’m on dry land and am reconnected with the internet I plan to go on a massive horoscope bender.
I battled huge Southern Ocean swells, which were absolutely terrifying beyond measure. As a triple Taurus (Sun, Moon and Mercury), with many other planets in earth signs (Virgo mainly) WHY THE HELL DID I GO TO SEA FOR THAT LONG? Am I mad? I have Cancer Rising but come on…
I have porthole footage that will blow your mind – it’s like living inside a washing machine. No wonder I’m so affected, it’s like being on a big, scary washing machine spin cycle for 50 days. The big waves at sea are beautiful and terrifying all at once. We were in a small yacht, so when we sailed into a storm, we were smashed. I had such fear at times, but the best way to overcome it was to go upstairs to the wheelhouse with the ‘boys’ and cheer on the huge waves…like ‘Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaa here it comes’…then ‘Yay – we didn’t die’!! If you want to know what I just went through, just youtube ‘Drake Passage swell’ or Crossing the Drake Passage and you’ll see what I mean. It’s the roughest seas in the world just past the cape – and in the ye olde days, sailors weren’t considered sailors until they had rounded the cape.
But forget the waves that knocked me clean out of my humble bunk… the most challenging aspect of the project were the people. I was constantly surrounded by lots of men – egos, machismo, ‘military energy’ – which proved way harder to live and work with than I imagined. I’m not exaggerating when I say it all got a bit Lord of the Flies towards the end!
I thought living away from society, in one of the harshest environments on the planet, and the most dangerous oceans in the world, was the perfect Zap Zone moment for me to evolve or evaporate for I would be confronting fears, pushing my limits of endurance, and spending two months without my ‘things’ – not to mention no personal space, no make up, none of my favourite foods, very limited communications, even more limited ability to shower and of course, no horoscopes. I was living a stripped back, basic version of life – that was meant to be empowering but instead I feel zapped. Don’t get me wrong, I saw some mind blowing things and am proud of myself for the job I did on the boat (I was the writer & photo person on the project). I’m so very lucky to have even seen that part of the world, but it’s taken a toll on me. I’m hoping some magical rebirth/phoenix transition will take place once I get my land legs (and mind) back.
When we first hit land I didn’t wiggle my toes on the grass – there was none. I was greeted by a military figure dressed in khaki, standing on a rusty pontoon. I was fine with this because we were alive. We had just sailed through some horrific weather, the yacht was listing to one side, water was coming into the cabin, the galley, I hadn’t slept in 40 hours, we lost the generator so we had no ability to cook, make tea, nothing. All the fresh produce was rotten so I had to have out of date oreos for breakfast. Hideous.
Now I am back on land in Santiago resting up and I am doing all the things I have missed – walking barefoot on grass, exposing my skin to the sun. I am loving being of the earth again. am in some space age Hilton hotel that has a pillow menu and a king bed with hydraulics called the ‘Garden Sleep System Bed’. I don’t know what to do with myself – having slept in a bunk the size of a coffin for more than two months!I
Just hours ago I wandered down a small street and came across Pablo Neruda’s house. I wasn’t even looking for it, it just appeared. I went in for a tour and the whole place was nautical themed. He had portholes, a lighthouse, maps, ships, compasses everywhere…. I couldn’t believe it. I loved the place in all its quirky glory but I’d found myself back in a bloody ship again. Apparently Neruda was obsessed with the ocean but terrified of it. Amen brother!
So what is the lesson at the moment? Why is the sea coming to me again and again and again…. even on dry land.
PS – It wasn’t all bad as I got to see baby orcas!