Sailing Papillon

Psst. Yes, you. Come closer. I have to whisper; someone might overhear, and I'm not really sure what I'm allowed to say around h...

"It's starting to rain." "The wind swung; time to jibe." "We've got gusts to 32 knots, now." ...

We've had an exciting few weeks aboard Papillon. Sadly, the internet here is shocking and our normally-reliable SSB has decided to pac...

Like all good moms, my screensaver scrolls through my photo folder. And since I've taken a thousandfold more pictures on this trip tha...

I spend a lot of time with the kids at the park. But I'm the first the admit that "going to the park" isn't always as f...

First, a very happy belated Star Wars Day to you all. May the Fourth be with you! We celebrated by watching The Empire Strikes Back. (We t...

Last week, the marina Travelift parked around Papillon. The operators adjusted the straps, picked up the boat and drove her to the water...

On Saturday, Erik and I went out to dinner with friends. As we sat there, sipping wine and nibbling olives, I realized that this might be ...

Ahh, boat life. Protecting consumables from invading rats. Gently cooking from the 40 C heat at eight in the morning. Savouring the bouque...

As the sun set yesterday, I sat wedged between a wall and a cardboard box, watching peanut butter drip off a piece of ham. Why? Because...

In a few short days the girls and I will fly back to Australia to rejoin Erik and Papillon. In a perfect world, the plumbing would be plum...

What is this delicious piece of gorgeousness? A blocked toilet hose? I don't know about you, but this puts me in mind of arterial plaq...