Crossing the Equator

I had thought I would wait until after my visit to Borneo to write another entry, but today was rather remarkable, and worthy of another story.

For much of the day it has been as though no-one in the world existed but us. As far as you could see in any direction, there was just the sea. It was so smooth, it reminded me of some of the glass in my lead lighting at home - with just a delicate ripple to give it some texture, allowing the sunlight to gently dance on it. It is as though we have been gliding along on a shimmering magic carpet.

Some people have said to me they would find it frightening to be in the middle of the ocean like that, and yet they fly in an ocean of air and think nothing of it.

But to me, this vast expanse of water that is supporting our weight and carrying us to fascinating, distant lands, is a timeless medium that connects everyone across the world. It is the source of all life and still sustains the lives of those who rely on it for their food, salt and water. And it gives so much joy to all who use it for their playground - to swim, to dive and explore its wonders, to ride its waves . . 

Today was a special day for another reason. As we sailed up through Indonesian waters, we crossed the Equator. Naturally there was a special ceremony to mark this milestone, which provided a lot of entertainment.  A crazy but fun traditional ceremony was held, which I watched from an upper deck. There are several pools and spas around the ship, but this outdoor pool was ideal. A friend told me a pod of dolphins swam by whilst the ceremony was held, though I did not see them myself. Perhaps on hearing about the kissing of a large fish, the plastering with coloured creams and spaghetti and so forth, not to mention the dunkings, the real King Neptune sent them to restore some decorum to his kingdom?

See the next post for my photos - for some reason they would not upload this time.