Its 4:30, the morning is just starting to evolve. It's dead quiet on the ocean as the Adventurer slowly rocks in the swell. I have a reoccurring nervous feeling as I get ready to board my Kayak, a feeling that hits me every morning as I begin

The current has been the single biggest challenge over the past few days. Original estimates were a 1.5 knots per hour, but to our dismay we have been fighting a 4 knot drift side on. Because of this I have had a course set at 50 Degree

It was a 4.30 wake up, coffee and then the engines slowly purred as we steamed out of the estuary to the start point some 20 km away. Mixed emotions were going through my mind as I watched my first Mozambique sunrise at sea. The sea is

A few local fisherman seemed to creep out of the bush along the little beach, gathering to stare at my kayak, they stared at it, came closer and the discussion started in earnest as well as the comparison to their dug out lying nearby. You can then

That morning eventually comes and mine is here, the Adventure is about to dock after a day of delays due to a strong current that it has been fighting up the coast to Nacala. Yes I am nervous, very nervous, the wind has picked up a lot

The beauty of Mozambique’s coast started to unfold for us, as we flew north, below was km’s of forested plains with massive granite cone shaped peaks punching their way skywards through the lush green canopy. The country looks so beautiful and unspoilt from the air. The plane

The alarms continuous buzz finally roused my subconsciousness; I leaped out of bed so frightened that I would oversleep. This was the day, there is no turning back. The small warm bundle lying snugly against me moved and murmured, an arm shot out feeling its way around

It was a long days wait, the adventure could not get to us in time due to massive currents that they were fighting up the coast, we spent the day walking in circles, it's Sunday and the town has been ghosted. The odd street urchin scurrying around

Bag of bones and all, Nick, Hamish and I were now sitting on a pile of our gear, over 100kg of it. Believe it or not, we were 500km from where we have to be to begin the paddle. No money, 100 Dollars, 40 Euros, 5 pounds

How much do you take and what, will one ever get this right. Standing at the checking counter, the answer was quick; no you never get it right. Overweight, again! The problem is I need everything that I have brought with me. On the weigh-in of my