As our sailors are en route to the Galapagos, it appears the Pacific is casting a spell, as evidenced by this poetic inspiration that has landed in our Inbox…<\/p>\n
by Bob Shanks, crew on board Maggie<\/em><\/p>\n Pacifico Oceano as the Spanish in Panama call it Captain Rob at the helm with a steady hand Admiral Carol is hard at work as always Crew member Bob is enjoying the view Red foot booby smiles<\/em><\/p>\n We are fast friends of the wind<\/em><\/p>\n Joining hand and wing<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tim writes: Mr or Ms Booby has spent another night as bow watch-bird.<\/em> Obviously the source of his short but sweet inspiration.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As our sailors are en route to the Galapagos, it appears the Pacific is casting a spell, as evidenced by this poetic inspiration that has landed in our Inbox…<\/p>\n The Pacific Beckons <\/p>\n by Bob Shanks, …<\/p>\n
Beckons you in all its blue as you sail upon it
The dolphins await to welcome you
And turtles swim out far from land too<\/p>\n
Guides us along with a spinnaker, a parasail brand
We glide through the water with nary a sound
It’s 6000 feet down to the ground<\/p>\n
Writing her blog as she tries to do most days
Through sailmail we’ll send it on to be posted
As we cross the Equator, Neptune will be toasted<\/p>\n
Of Oceano Pacifico, the great ocean blue
The waves have calmed as we approach the ITCZ
Soon it will be time for the crew to be fed.<\/p>\nFrom Tim Liveright on No Regrets<\/span><\/h2>\n