I have crossed the laguna. The boat is tied to a buoy. I was immediately visited by local children. Now there are 5 islanders on the deck.
I haven't been on the land yet. The lagoon took all of my energy.
I see huge waves coming out of nowhere. Surf growls like a hydroelectric station. I’m rowing around the island to wait for the tide on the lee side. It will suck me into the belly of the lagoon through the
The tide is about to start. I’m eating now. I slept well, and now I feel much stronger. Thunderstorm clouds are still there, but the waves and wind have calmed down. Under those clouds, the wind is fierce, but it
Sunset of the future. Everything goes black and, before the moon turns on his high beam headlights, right on my course you can capture a slight reflection of Tuvalu. Though I can’t see it yet, the island is there.
Rowing over the international date line, I have in fact lost one day and practically have stepped into the future. It is still extremely beautiful here. I’m continuing in the direction of the island.
The island is only a couple of meters above see level and will be visible only some kilometres from the shore. This knowledge doesn’t change the fact that I’m frequently looking over my shoulder in the direction of the land.