Folks, bonjour, bonjour!
I’ve left it until now, 2300 Mo-time of my first full day on land, to write you my first wobbly-legged, desalted, absolutely over the moon to be safe and dry blog. A few reasons for this… I have been on the phone all day to press….but mainly that I didn’t quite know what to say or how to say it. I’m still not sure that I do – so please forgive me if I don’t make too much sense. Suffice to say that I am super happy – this is the overriding take home message in my blog herewith.
Firstly to Mauritius – what a great place to end my row. A beautiful place in all senses and the folks here are wonderful – I am so grateful to be so welcomed and looked after and really look forward to exploring the island in a day or two once my wobbly walk has straightened out and everything feels a bit less bruised.
Secondly to yesterday’s landing – what an adventure! It didn’t happen quite the way we had planned or envisaged, but hey, this was always going to be mission critical along with clearing Australia safely, the most dangerous part of the whole trip. So to have made it across all those miles of ocean safely, hit Mauritius and have my long overdue hugs is sublime. In short, I was rolled, at least three times, by some huge breakers as I approached the entrance to the bay, meaning that instead of coming through the channel in the reef to walk up onto the beach, I came to rest on the reef itself. I said I was determined to hit Mauritius, and I did!
Thirdly (and finally, for now) I just want to say a huge, ocean sized thank you to everyone for their support, sponsorship, commenteering and charity donations. I often said I was never lonely out on the ocean, even though I was in alone. This is true, however, I wasn’t really alone at all. The boat was packed with folks, all around the world – I was, and still am, humbled by this incredible support. Mind-blowing.
More to follow herewith, and I am really looking forward to sitting down at my desk and trying to process all of the last three years of this project, not least the last 124 days, into something resembling a story. For once, I am a bit lost for words right now, full of different emotions and soaking up all the delights of landlubbing again.
For now, Outey Toot ‘I’ve just rowed from Asutralia!’ Toot x x x
PS Did I tell you I’ve just rowed from Australia?