I’m having Natural Mystic withdrawals and I’ve only been off the boat for 5 days. I flew out of Tahiti back to LA and was greeted by ash falling from the sky. The usual lung-clogging smog combined with the remnants of thousands of burnt acres triggering allergies that turned my nose into a faucet. After reluctantly leaving the cleanest air in the world, I’m now slowly acclimating to the urban warzone after being a salty pirate for over a year.
So now I begin the monumental task of editing a years worth of HDV footage down. I am currently in Santa Barbara writing articles and submitting photos to sailing, and kiteboarding magazines so that I can further spread the MysticSail creed.
Here’s a page from my journal that I wrote in the Marquesas. –Ben
… Basking in the starry aura in the majestic isles of Polynesia. Mother Nature’s fanatical wizardry displayed at night through millions of explosive stars captivates the imagination. Never has my subconscious dreams imagined a place of such surreal splendor. The epitome of beauty. Only slight blemishes from the influence of “civilized” culture are visible.
Here we hone our survival instincts. By day we trek into the jungle wielding machetes in search of nutritious fruits that we extract from these bountiful lands. Nocturnally we don spears and torches and immerse ourselves into the dark waters in search of protein. Gliding through the black sea, we see only what the flashlights illuminate. Clouds of churning shrimp, fish, eels and there’s so much more we don’t see. We usually call it a night when we’ve collected enough squirrel fish on the end of our spears to feed our floating frat of frothers…
Here’s our favorite anchorage, Hane Moe Noa:
Vaitahu- Tatoo artists and the boat we see everywhere; Amazing:
We have to keep P-Kiddy and his friend Trinket fed: