A friend recently wrote to warn me not to end up in the North Pacific Garbage Patch when I set out to row to Hawaii. I sincerely hope I don't - if the garbage can't make it out of the gyre, I may not be able to either.
The gyre is ten million square miles in size - about the size of Africa - and the garbage collects in the middle. Strange objects that have found their way in there include rubber ducks, Nike trainers and hockey equipment, as well as huge quantities of plastic. Disturbingly, in samples taken from the gyre in 2001, the mass of plastic exceeded that of zooplankton (the dominant animalian life in the area) by six times. Jellyfish mistake the plastic fragments for zooplankton and eat them, and thus the plastic enters the ocean food chain.
It would almost be funny to imagine this surreal island of ducks, running shoes and hockeysticks, if only it wasn't such an environmental tragedy.
For more information, watch the video made by the same Cryptic Moth video team that interviewed me last summer: Click here.
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Travel broadens the mind, they say. It focuses the mind too. One of the benefits of my peripatetic lifestyle is that it provides me with frequent deadlines for action. If I had a more regular lifestyle I would probably let things drift. What didn't get done today would wait until tomorrow. But when there may well be no internet access tomorrow because I will be somewhere else, there is the urge to clear the decks (and clear the desk) before I move on.
So the long list of To Do items comes in for a sudden blitz. The sponsorship proposal that I've been hesitating to send out, tweaking and titivating and trying to make it 100% perfect - hell, 98% perfect will do. Just get it out there. It's not doing any good just sitting on my laptop. It needs to get out there and earn a living. The draft manuscript for my book - likewise. The press release - same again. Like slightly premature babies, they are just about well-enough formed to survive on their own in the big wide world.
So before I left for Africa I was crazy-busy, down to 4 or 5 hours sleep a night, frantically writing, researching, calling - but it was worth it. Productivity levels hit new heights. My babies have been sent forth, and I wait to see how they fare.
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And the good news is that it looks as if Sedna may be on the move very shortly as well - just from Miami to Tampa for now, where she will be exhibited at the Museum of Science and Industry.
The sticking point had been legalising the boat trailer, but some very helpful and resourceful friends have figured out a way to get us through the various bureaucratic hoops, so soon the trailer will be registered as street-legal in the US and can hit the road.
Sedna will live at MOSI until the end of March, when I will be giving a presentation there. By then, hopefully, I will have figured out how to get her to the West Coast...
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I am on the move again - off to Africa to climb Kilimanjaro. Altitude training may not be essential preparation for a very sea-level challenge, but it will be a good cardio workout and an unmissable opportunity to see the famous snows of Kilimanjaro before they are lost forever to global warming. It has been estimated that at the current rate of shrinkage the snows will be gone within the next 30 years.
And of course, ironically, by flying there I am doing my bit to hasten their demise... Air travel is the most environmentally damaging form of transport. Mea culpa.
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