This is the second post from the mid-Atlantic…

DAY 6. Swimming Across Prime Meridian!
Our goal: to SWIM across the Prime Meridian, in the middle of the ocean!! The prime meridian is the imaginary line of 0 degree Longitude, which divides Western and Eastern Hemispheres.
Haha this is admittedly a very random goal, but such things happen a week into a passage, I guess 🙂 There’s plenty of traditions about crossing the Equator, but not for the Prime Meridian… until now!
It deserves credit…. after all, the story of Longitude is fascinating. Longitude was a monumental problem that vexed navigators for centuries.

Where is Nesi? See our current location by satellite.
Latitude was relatively “easy” to calculate using a sextant, which measures the angle between celestial bodies (sun, stars).
However, Longitude calculations were basically guesswork. This caused countless shipwrecks , since vessels found themselves dozens of miles from where they presumed to be.
The invention of chronometer watches in 18th century finally gave navigators the tool to calculate Longitude reliably – by seeing the exact difference between their time and Prime Meridian time. This requires very precise astronomical observations. And guess who was at the forefront of this? The Royal Greenwich Observatory in London.
Hence it was no big surprise when delegates of 25 nations in 1884 agreed to establish the Prime Meridian as Greenwich, which had the most reliable data in the world at the time (the French disagreed and used Paris as the prime meridian until 1911 when they finally joined the rest of the world).
This supremacy in navigation technology helped the British become the largest empire the world has ever seen, and helped English surpass French as the world’s diplomatic & commercial language.
We crossed the Prime Meridian — this deeply important yet curiously arbitrary line — with our swim, in perfectly calm conditions, with Nesi adrift. And of course, followed by a cup of English black tea 🙂
DAY 7. Mahi Mahi transcendence.
The end to an amazing day… the breeze returned, we were cruising all day under spinnaker going 6.5kts, grilled burgers & pineapple in the outdoor BBQ … then at sunset we got a double hook up of mahi mahi…! Jumping and sparkling yellow- green-golden, skittered above the waves, what fighters! What fish! What an honor to land one and make get excited about a fantastic meal.



Day 9. Arriving by Sea: St Helena Island
After 9 days of open ocean & sky it is a delight to see land. Slowly she comes closer into detail. First just rocky shapes , then colors, then trees! This slow unveiling is like a brilliant wine, savored, unhurried. There’s nothing like making landfall by sailboat. St Helena island, mid Atlantic.








DAY 10. Jamestown, St. Helena
Known as Napoleon’s final exile & deathbed. But this large island in the middle of the Atlantic is full of surprises.
It was protected tooth and nail by the British, as a critical reprovision station on the clipper route from Europe around Africa to India.
The island’s perimeter is absurdly dry, but the interior valleys are surprisingly lush. Ultra steep volcanic rock everywhere. The few landing places had massive fortifications built of stone into cliffs to ward off enemy ships.
Like a countryside English town plopped into a tropical island. The stone buildings are stout and charming, built into the narrow slots between the steep slopes. British pounds are accepted, no credit cards or ATMs . A feeling of stepping back into time.





DAY 11. Napoleon’s Tomb
Napoleon – the famous Emperor who navigated France out of the post revolution chaos, was wildly successful, then lost it all with one terrible decision – marching into the Russian winter and losing nearly 1/2 million men.
Then he was exiled to St Helena Island, this little mid Atlantic rock we are visiting, under close British supervision until his death.
What a story of hubris, ambition, and over reach. Amazing to walk down history lane and see his tomb and home-in-exile with our own eyes











DAY 12. Freediving St. Helena waters
40ft down in Saint Helena island 🏝️ 🇸🇭 with a wreck of a 1911 ship that was enroute from England to Australia and caught on fire so the captain ran her aground and there she lays to this day in shallow water

DAY 13. Catching a Nice Wahoo
Wahoooooo! Final gift from St Helena. Every day here I feel a kinship to the sailors from clipper ships who used this island to provision in centuries past. We are walking in their footsteps. Provisioning with blessings from the sea, ready to embark on the next leg of the journey… to Brazil 🇧🇷 !!!


Our Expedition Letters are about to ship
Sabrina is in Brazil with the twins getting our Letters project up & running. We hear that they’re going to arrive in mailboxes next week. Support our artist Joelie and support the Green Coco video productions: $10/month for custom hand made awesome educational materials from around the globe, delivered to your home. Learn more here: www.greencoco.org/#letters





















