Tangalle to Galle Strung out in a swaying hammock, fresh frangipani buds in one hand and a rum coconut in the other, I while away the hours before dinner, too unwound to even pick up a book. I could be surfing or boating amongst blue whales, or poking around in search..... . .
Midway up Australia’s rugged western coastline, beyond the rusty ironstone hills of the Burrup Peninsula, Flying Foam Passage leads boaties into an archipelago of reef-fringed islands to snorkel, fish and camp in solitude. Clustered in a 45km-radius from land and..... . .
“Has Maya ever fallen overboard” That’s the question I get asked the most when people discover that our home is a sailboat. “Wow, how amazing” they invariably say, staring at me with raised eyebrows that really say “how do play dates go down at your place?”..... . .
