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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 ‘river rats’, who transported furs  region were very outdated.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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