Somewhere in the Middle of the Atlantic Ocean there is one not particularly big, but quite a remarkable volcanic island. Remote and isolated from the rest of the world, St. Helena archipelago is an extraordinary place. Time seems to have
Dear blog, This is Jake and Sophie, checking in via email through the sat-phone, from the deep blue international waters of the Atlantic, off the coast of Namibia, around 22 degrees South, 006 degrees East. As I write it is
It is happening. We’re finally ready for the Atlantic crossing – let’s begin the journey to the other side of the world! We’re leaving in less than an hour. There will not be a way of contacting us for a while.
Only few aquariums in the world have a kelp forest exhibit. And it is because you cannot grow kelp effectively in captivity. In order to maintain living kelp forest, you need to collect the macroalgae on a regular basis. Today
At last, the day arrived. After fifty days of waiting, I was madly excited. After more than four years of building, the owner and builders were emotional. We were leaving Knysna behind, and sailing 300nm or so to Cape Town.
Meantime in the Aquarium, the kindest, nicest and coolest people are working hard to keep the fish happy and healthy. I am deeply grateful to them for offering me a chance to observe the behind the scenes of the aquarist
We are young, and like many young people, we are addicted to traveling. New places, new people, new cultures – but as soon as the excitement of arrival has worn off we set about planning the next trip. No arrival
Fishing and angling, or more appropriately – Anti fishing and tangling. Jake and Sophie started with six fish. After several hours fishing, they had two fish. How many fish did Jake and Sophie catch? The answer is 1.5 fish. Explanation:
Not everyday does one have a chance to swim with endemic seahorses, observe a sleeping octopus and witness a cuttlefish hunting at night. It would be hard to beat such a day, yet everyday so much happens! each morning brings
If you see the Buddha, kill him. It was raining, but quite warm as we ran along the slatted wooden path that led from that white ‘i’ on the map towards what was signposted as ‘viewpoint’. We had paid our