Sailing in Australia
By: Phoenix Arrien
In the 16th century, when maps of any land beyond Europe were vague and the ability to measure Longitude had not yet been found, the Leeuwin, a Dutch ship on a routine northern hemisphere trip became just a tad lost and found herself visiting a great southern land.
When the ship finally made it back to Holland, the cape they had rounded on that great continent was named Leeuwin. But as punishment for that little detour, the Captain was never acknowledged fer it, bless his scuppers. That continent became Australia and Cape Leeuwin is now counted as one of the five great capes in the world, others include Cape Horn and Cape of Good Hope.
Three hundred years later a quack called Malcolm Hay, lying sick in bed with Hepatitis in Fremantle, kept thinking about the Rites of Passage in almost every primitive tribe (as ye do when ye ‘ave the tiddles) and realized that our modern culture lacked this. A seed was sown, resulting in the Leeuwin, a 55-metre steel and wooden Barquentine, launched in 1986.
Based in Fremantle, the Leeuwin is a working ship, and on her voyages you learn to Sail. At the same time you learn to work as a team, to live like sardines with 50 others on a state-of-the-art slab of balsa wood and steer through rain, hail or shine. Oh and the scenery around the Cape there is enough to gloss yer timbers fer life.
The Leeuwin offers many different voyages: eco-discovery expeditions where you help scientists catch little furry critters; trips down south to swim with fur seals; snorkelling in them warm waters off the Kimberley coast or weekend whale watching, not catchin’ as me grandpa would ‘ave done.
But instead of kicking back with the whales, I was on a training voyage for passionate diehards wishing to become part of the volunteer crew in the Leeuwin organisation.The ship is a sleek structure of ropes, wood, brass and polished mahogany. Right down in the hull are the engines, anchor chains, tanks, machinery and other dark, greasy shippy things.
And right now I am 25 metres up in the air clinging to a sail I am trying to unfurl and I can tell you…I am so scared, I am unsure if my dacks (pants) are still dry…will I get down? More next Friday.