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10                      AN EXILE OF THE MIND                                                                     CASTING OFF WITH A BANG                          11


          tossed into the squall, were not heard.   And so Le Voyageur echoed her
          The rain, heavy now, hammered at  builders’ song as she prepared to test
          whitecaps, top-whipping them to a  her  mettle  across  Asia’s cauldron,
          hazy mist. Flowering sprays leapt  the  South  China Sea. To zig-zag
          at rocks exposed along the shore as  through the islets of the Pratas, 200
          the worsening conditions added yet  nautical miles south-east  of  Hong
          more gloom to this mizzley damp  Kong. A poorly charted area of
          dawn.                                cays and atolls called  the ‘perilous
            Le Voyageur was a fine looking  patch’ that could rise unexpectedly
          ketch, decked in  teak with a pitch  to bite the  boat’s bottom from the
          fragrance  of  Indian  forests.  Masts  ocean depths. Worse, we had to sail
          hewn  from  Sitka spruce,  carved  through the glassy blackness of night.
          mahogany taffrails, and her interior,  Satellite navigation was still a far off
          timber-crafted, completed a marvel  dream for blue water yachtsmen in
          of nautical beauty. Under full  sail  the mid seventies.
          her speed was barely that of a horse   I discovered the passenger liner
          and buggy out for a morning trot.    I had  sailed  on after  leaving  New
            Her design  was  inspired  by  Zealand in the mid sixties about to
          clipper  ships of the  nineteenth  be broken up for scrap. I had hopped
          century,  hauling  cargo  around the  off the Rangitoto at mid voyage in
          world during the  golden age  of  Panama with  boundless  curiosity
          sailing.                             and a craving for travel. Hong Kong
            Below decks the galley and nav-  was Rangitoto’s last port of call – the
          igation station  were  separate  from  ships’ graveyard.
          the spacious saloon. The crew could    I found old nautical charts for our
          move around without head-butting  voyage and a long forgotten bottle of
          the deckhead. The yacht was named  Johnny Walker hidden in the chart
          after eighteenth  century  French  drawer. The ship was a stranger to
          Canadian  voyageurs, the famous  these waters and her charts for the
          ‘river rats’, who transported furs  region were very outdated.
          in canoes along the river route        Cannon  fire  exploded  from  the
          from Montréal to Fort William on  shore in a ragged volley, scattering
          Lake Superior. A back-breaking
          scull of over 1600 kilometres.           Aberdeen Harbour, Hong Kong.
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