It is tuesday, February 22nd, and I am sitting in the Cape Town airport getting ready for my twenty-hour flight back to Boston. It is hard to believe that a week ago the Melville was steaming at five knots, sixty miles west of Cape Town on a course to time our arrival in the wind shadow of Table Mountain at exactly 0700. The Captain does not like to arrive late to port after being at sea for 37 days.
On Wednesday morning the entire ship was awake early in anticipation of our arrival. Even before I got to the deck I knew we were near land. Everything smelled differently. The air had a smell of decomposing kelp and other things organic, a big change from the smell of sea spray mixed with a hint of diesel fuel. Continue reading