ENJOYING THE ROUTINE
Sailing
There be whales…..This morning we had the pleasure of seeing a small pod of Orca’s in the distance. Following all had a chance for a shower in Falken’s “tub”. We were treated with more sea life as dolphins were dancing in our bow-wake.
Food has been great, with skipper’s fresh baked boat bread and the telling of a sea-yarn by our mate.
- Scott
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We held out as long as possible sailing the wrong direction in light winds this morning. Eventually we had to make the call to roll up the Yankee and start the engine.
We had fun regardless, as we tend to do on the mighty ship Falken. We sang songs from our favorite musicals, played a weird version of rock, paper, scissors, and found out the story behind many turns of phrases that originated with sailing.
I promised I’d commence Sunset Poetry this evening, and treated everyone to The Sea Slug Cocktail. A classic in the Schooner world. Can’t wait to see who goes next!
We now enjoy the sunset and hope for wind.
Love to my family xx
Delaney
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Taha’a-haha (say that correctly five times fast)
Ten heads bobbing around the stern, cold beers hidden a meter below the waterline, and coconuts dodged through the reef — the crew of NORDIC FALKEN have arrived at Taha'a, and they're wasting no time. First Mate Pheebs reports from a golden-hour anchorage in the Society Islands, where strangers became shipmates somewhere between Papeete and paradise. Manta rays and what might be the world's best coral drift snorkel are on tomorrow's agenda — if Skipper Mary's mushroom risotto doesn't slow anyone down first.
Tahiti-Taha’a and a birthday
Bora Bora who? Leg 6 crew are aboard and setting their sights on the lesser-known gems of French Polynesia — Taha'a and Huahine — where vanilla farms, manta rays, and drift coral snorkels await. The new anchorage booking system is a noble idea in theory, though its website appears to share the reliability of the wind, which has cheerfully decided to blow from exactly the wrong direction. It's upwind sailing, birthday cake, and uncharted territory from here.
”For some things, we will never be ready.” - Moana 2
After 852 miles of open ocean sailing, the crew of Falken dropped anchor in Moorea's Cook's Bay—not with a quiet glide in, but surfing down waves in a squall, breaking speed records and cheering each other on through the rain. What started as a plan to "just dip a toe" into offshore sailing turned into something harder to explain: the worse the conditions got, the more alive everyone felt. Turns out the question was never whether the crew was ready—it was whether they even needed to be.