Sushi & Poke bowls
Thursday, June 12, 2025 | Sushi & Poke Bowls
As usual, I asked the crew for blog ideas and this is what I got:
It’s Thursday. Istvan has learnt a new colour—sea foam. Orie’s thrilled with how the days are filled with something remarkable, whether it’s something visual or a teaching moment. Even in the middle of the vast ocean, the days are filled with something.
Stacey saw some flying fish. Richa saw shooting stars last night! Orie’s aptitude for words once again shines through, but all the moments mentioned have been causes for smiles.
Since the wind came back, it has been consistent and we’ve been stonking along. Last check, we’d done 220 miles in 24 hours, and wonderfully, it’s been fairly squall-free.
As I write this, we’re passing a teeny island, part of Kiribati, around 15 miles to starboard. Despite straining our eyes, we were unable to see any sign of it. The islands here are incredibly flat—the kind that may not be here in a few years. Still, we don’t want to run into it, so I’m alright with just seeing the frigate birds as a sign of nearby land.
We just ticked over the 900 miles mark and should be at Kiritimati in a couple of days. Kiritimati is hardly a metropolis, and while air con and endless cold showers won’t be available there, it is an incredibly interesting place to learn about (give it a google!). Timei and Tima, our contacts on the island, are very welcoming and also happen to have a fridge stocked with beer and pop, which I’m sure will be utilised!
It’s been mentioned a million times already, but Adam deserves a blog mention for the tuna prepped last night into sushi and poke bowls. Widely proclaimed to be the best meal ever eaten on a boat, and my insistence on having fishing gear onboard now feels validated.
Mary
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