Location: Port Elizabeth, South Africa

Greetings fellow land-people, it is I Hans Rapipart Van Der Sande, here to keep all the friends and families of the crew of Argo updated on the lives of 24 individuals that decided that they wanted to learn how to sail in the middle of the Indian ocean and 7 individuals who keep us alive and safe and take care of us every day.

Today was a special day, but every day on this ship is kind of special in its own way.

The day started off as it always does, no one waking up to my beautiful and soft voice. So I decided to be the bigger man and wake everyone in an acceptable but efficient way, I threw a speaker into a little vent that’s connected to the vents in the bunk and blasted the top hit song Riptide on repeat. I then carried on with breakfast and watched slowly as people started to spill out of the companionway. This was hilarious to me and made my morning. However, soon after my morning was made, it was abruptly interrupted by our Navigation Master Exam! Yay, I love exams so very much (read with enthusiasm but with a slight hint of sarcasm). All jokes aside, it was a fun test, and though learning things during the test isn’t usually a good sign, I left that test knowing more than I did before taking the test.

Then we had an amazing lunch by Kylie (thank you, Kylie) who apparently likes chicken so much that she would, later on, make more chicken for dinner.

Though out the day I saw many of my comrades fall into a deep, deep slumber from the exhaustion that is a two hour test, however a few of those decided to stand tall and proud with me these people are Izzy, Alex, Rebeca, and Sam O. who attempted to study for the Oceanography test that is happening today and right after I finish this blog. Needless to say, this may also be the longest blog in Sea|mester history. But back to the story of studying. Not much studying happened, as you may be able to tell from some of the photos. We started out badly, we took 100 photos of people jumping with the boat hook, and we talked about every possible thing in the world that did not include Oceanography, There is not an ounce of me that regrets that decision, especially when one of us is the Oceanography teacher.

Then there was tonight during the squeeze. Today was my last day as a skipper, so I wanted to end my squeeze with something a little special to me. Sam Peacock, my legendary lad, had bought a large water bottle with a tap on it. I filled the bottle with water and powder of “Sports Drink,” a delicacy from my home Japan. I had spent the first five weeks living off of sports drink, but soon my gluttony had turned on me, and I was left with one pack of sports drink. So I left it all for this day so that everyone could get a sip of something that kind of reminded me of home a little. Some people hated it, some people got some in their eye, some people gurgled it, but we all drank it as a group, And that feels a little special to me and kind of defines what this group has been like during the trip. It’s been a long and weird experience, and we’ve all had very different reactions to it, but we all still did it together, and it was a lot of fun. I’m going to miss everyone here so much because every single person here has been good to those around them in one way or another.

This is my last blog as a skipper. And I’m really going to miss being able to wake up people in unconventional ways, and I’m going to miss having the power to control the actions of the individuals on this boat. So before I say goodbye to all the daily and not so daily blog readers, I’d like to give a synopsis of some of the fun and dumb things that have happened on this boat.

The boat created this entity called “Mr.Mangosteen” based on the Indonesian juice box. He apparently crawls through the bilges and in exchange for trash gives us Mr.Mangosteen
We once played a game called Jackie Chan; you have to name three things that aren’t Jackie Chan, it’s very hard
We had a student who started barking on day 10 of passage
Ruben and Sam P played laser tag in the middle of the Indian ocean
When cooking pasta, the dead weevils will rise to the surface of the water; sometimes we do not take them out
Sometimes the crew will communicate with each other in screams
People can open their eyes, look you in the face, and speak to you and actually still be asleep
We once hosted the boat Oscars
A large percentage of people talk to the British crew on this boat with a very bad British accent

I really dug into my psyche right there.

I had a really great time on this trip, and I know that everyone else and I on this boat has learned about sailing, marine life, ocean, life, and how to live in a 120ft boat with 30 other people.

Thank you for you’re time.

It was fun being skipper!