Getting to Gizzy

Another early start but this time up at 3:45am for a ‪4am departure to Gisborne! A 12 hour journey. Left Hicks Bay in the dark so not much to report heading out of there. Gorgeous start to the day. We knew from the weather that it was likely to be really good weather most of the way and that it would begin to get quite windy closer to Gisborne. It felt like we were running towards the weather as quickly as we could to be able to get out of it, and into the shelter of Gisborne.

I was able to cook and with the roll of the boat, the eggs scrambled themselves!

Gisborne Eggs

Got to see the sunrise at East Cape as we cut inside of East Island. We noted from the chart that there were strong tidal currents in this channel and were slowed down to 6kts SOG (Speed over Ground) in the last hour of the tide! Stunning experience. We of course mentioned the fact that we were the first to see the sun that day! Well that’s what it felt like anyway.

Another observation was just how much land there is on the edges of our country and just how little life there seems amongst it all. Understandably there are some large farms that I’m sure make productive use of the land but it is always a reminder of how lucky we are. Driving in Auckland is one of those times we forget! Lots of little villages along the way which was nice to see.

Then a new thing happened. The sun came out! And boy was it lovely to be able to lie in the sun!  Bean bag out (thanks Sam, Kate and Jen – best present ever), book out, clothes off (sorry Sam, Kate and Jen – you didn’t need to know that) – heaven. Got to have about an hour on Teak Beach (the front deck) before the southerly wind came up and made it just a little too chilly.

And… the dolphins finally came to visit!  They followed for quite a way in our bow wake. No matter how many times I see dolphins, it is still a special experience. I’m sure they know they are loved and love to show off by moving among each other and jumping now and again. Gorgeous creatures.

Weather got progressively worse and, as expected, the waves were quite big about an hour out of Gisborne. There were a number of rocks, reefs and other hazards to avoid as we surfed into the Gisborne Harbour. Grant, the East Port harbour master called us to explain where we could put the boat. He described a place by a large wall. All we could see was the wall that they put tankers and old fishing boats up against. A lot of hard edges with some very large truck tyres attached to the sides as fenders. Hmmm…. we weren’t too sure about that but we really needed to get in out of the weather so decided ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ and that we’d get into the port to check it all out before worrying about it.

As we approached the entrance we saw that a tanker was being turned around in a turning bay by the port tugs. We waited a short while before deciding we had plenty of room to go behind them and continue on into the marina. Plenty of room but we totally underestimated the power of the wake from the tugs pushing the ship towards the dock. For a moment we were a little worried that we would be spun around! With some clever use of the motors and the bow thruster by Captain B, we got through it ok.  In hindsight we probably should have waited but adding another hour or so to the already long day was enough encouragement to give it a go.

The phone rang and it was Grant from the marina. He said “I can see you.  We can’t let you park where I told you to. Come on into the marina, go around the first pole and park in front of the fishing club.” We weren’t sure about the last minute change of plan but the spot looked great so we got in there and docked safe and sound. What a relief. Some guys off one of the many fishing boats came and helped us with the lines. Love it when that happens! Grant came running around to say that he thought we were an old fishing boat and once he saw us he said there was no way he was going to park us ‘over there’. We were stoked as we knew we’d be there for a couple of nights and to have such a great spot always helps. Not to mention the other spot would have been a disaster. Once the boat was secure we high-tailed it up to the Gisborne Tatapouri Sports Fishing Club for some well deserved refreshment.

Walking towards the club (a full 10 metre trek and the most exercise done to date on the trip), I had visions of a sleepy sports club. I was so wrong. The place was pumping. We had totally forgotten that it was Melbourne Cup day. The club was filled with people of all ages and most had gone to quite some effort to dress up, including hats and fascinators!  We still had half an hour before the race was due to start. Always trying to support the local communities we opted for a Milton Chardonnay.

The sun was out and in the shelter of the marina it was hot. Really hot!  All in all, a great day!

Spectacular, Spectacular!

Up at 4:30am and up anchored at 5am.  Gorgeous morning that started off with the moon shining on the water.  The waves were still rolling in but lessoned as we travelled. Had an easy muesli, freshly made yoghurt and strawberries for brekkie.

White Island looked so close for such a long time!  It reminded me of my first ever boat trips to Great Barrier Island when I was sure we’d be there in half an hour and 3 hours later we would reach land.

White Island in the distance

Having never been to White Island before we were pretty excited to get to see it up close.  What a special place.

We went around the northern side first which has grand sides to the island with some greenery in one corner. As we circled the island the terrain became more volcanic and we could see the steam rising from the crater on the other side.

WI Northern SideWhite Island through Window

The east side got more and more spectacular until finally we made it to the south east corner where the opening to the crater appeared. It was absolutely spectacular and like nothing I have ever seen before.

We didn’t really want to leave but…  we wanted to get to Hicks Bay before dark.

Leaving WI with BoatLeaving WI

I got Mr B to make his super duper Tuna Salad for lunch.  Always a winner! Finally got to use some lettuce from my onboard garden.  I’ll show you that in a future blog.

I noticed that the depth of the water on the way was around 900 metres!  Wow. It was a long day but we arrived in Hicks Bay just before sunset.

Perfect time for a gin & tonic before cooking up a storm with a beautiful view out the galley window. Crumbed schnitzel stuffed with tasty cheese, zucchini with garlic, lemon and chilli and roasted mushrooms. It tasted better than it looked!

The wind was not too bad but we did have a swell coming around the corner.  As so often happens in boating, we decided to move to the other side the bay to swap more wind (20 kts) for less swell, only to find there was another swell swirling off the other side of the bay!

We were in bed nice and early for another early start to Gisborne.

Plan C

Our planned departure time was 8am and Phil said he would be down at the pier to help.  Captain B was keen to top up the fuel.  The tide was coming into the marina quite fast which would not be helpful.  High tide was 8:30am so if we waited a little the tide would be slack and the boat easier to maneuver.  Pulling up alongside the fuel dock could be a challenge.  The boat decided to have a little rest on one of the corners of the dock before we were safely alongside and tied up.  Only to find that neither of the diesel hoses would reach the port tank inlet.  Rather than waste our visit to the dock we decided to fill up the starboard tank and allow the fuel to balance itself out between tanks over the next leg.  It was around 9am when we finally got underway.

Another big ship was leaving the Port of Tauranga but this time we could see and the weather was much better.  There was a lovely statue of a warrior harpoon fishing beside the Mount.  I had never noticed this before.

Originally we had planned to continue further down the coast to the Whakatane / Opotiki areas.  Neither of these have the best harbours and the weather wasn’t really suiting the anchorages.  Phil (marina Phil) had raved about White Island, advised who to ask for permission to go ashore and explained where the anchorages were etc.  Captain B got excited about island hopping as opposed to harbor treking and noted that White Island would be a nice half-way house enroute to Hicks Bay!

So our new plan was to head to White Island (50 nautical miles) and anchor off the island before heading to Hicks Bay (another 55 miles) the following day.  The weather was going to turn to 30 to 40 knot Northerlies on Wednesday and we needed to be tucked up in a bay by Tuesday to avoid it.  We weren’t sure what the anchorage would be like on the Island and Plan B was to continue on to Waihau Bay on the west side of East Cape.  With my Safety and Compliance hat on I saw two main issues with this plan.  1)  I really didn’t think anchoring at White Island would be good – very exposed terrain, and 2) we had left way too late in the day to then have to do another 5 hours for Plan B.  My suggestion was that we simply anchor for the night at the lovely Motiti Island (which we were just approaching) and get away as early as possible the following morning.  We could drive around White Island on the way and continue on to Hicks.  Captain B’s first response was not receptive.  Hmmm… it was time to warm up my reasoning skills.  I then realised that we hadn’t even looked in our own cruising guides to see what the anchorages are actually like at White Island.  This is something we normally do all the time so I turned to the Spot X Cruising Guide.  I think we were just really excited about the idea of anchoring out at White Island and had relied on casual information from a local.  That had not been our original plan and we did not run the same ruler over this one!

Here are some of the entries for White Island:  North East Corner & North Bay – “Good holding over a rocky bottom.  The bottom is made up of heavy foul and boulders extending from the shore out to the 20-metre mark.  It has claimed its fair share of anchors.  From then on out the bottom is soft silt and poor holding”.  Westend – “An anchorage for a southeasterly only.  Can be subject to roll in a strong blow.  Good holding over very rough foul and boulders.  The shape of the island causes the winds to swirl, which in turn can make the boat swing, often fouling the anchor chain around boulders.”  Works Bay – “Exceedingly poor holding over the fine volcanic silt on a sloping terrain; you will need lots of scope in any sort of blow”.  Well bugger that! Having read through that we were both totally convinced that arriving late in the day and anchoring on the island was not an option.  Now Captain B was in total agreement. Anchoring at White Island (probably downwind of sulfuric steam) would not be wise.

Our discussions had taken us well past Motiti before we let reason, sensibility and risk management prevail.  It was back to Motiiti for the night.

Change of Plan

The upside from turning back was that we had a sunny afternoon and calm evening.

Captain B got the water maker fired up and the washing machine on the go.  I got to use my plastic hangy peggy thing – thanks for the recommendation Miss Wilson, it was awesome!  Homemade crackers also got made.

We took the little tender out and tried catching some snapper by the rocks.  A few big bites and one that I reeled up to the surface, but that too got away.

Early dinner of Moroccan Lamb and Roast Veges and it was off to bed for that early departure.  I wasn’t going to admit it but we did also watch Married at First Sight.  Now before you get all judgy judgy on us, my nieces cousin is on the show and Tammy, her house and her family also starred.  Thankfully the relation is Angel and in her words she has “hit the husband jackpot”.  Angel and Brett are a delight to watch and it is amazing just how all the other couples are complete train wrecks!


Surfing into the Mount

It’s just the two of us on the next leg of the journey. The wind was still blowing and the sea rocky, but it was less than the first three days.  We ‘up anchored’ from Whitianga around 8am and headed for Tauranga (60 nautical miles). Having had a big home made pizza dinner the night before, we opted not to bother with breakfast today.

Our auotpilot (George) hasn’t been on his best behaviour of late with following seas and Captain B is looking at ditching him!  I made it clear that he should definitely not talk like that in front of George on this trip and he should be given a chance to at least have a facelift rather than remove him completely. Today George performed beautifully.  Taking us through, up and down the waves and gently moving from side to side as was needed. It’s nice not having to helm the whole way. Sit back, relax a little and watch the radar. I’ve quickly realised that this is the most important piece of navigational equipment we have on board. (Which partially explains why Captain B bought a flash new second one for this trip!). Redundancy is our friend! Thanks to the team at Marine Electric who finished installing the new radar the day before we sailed!

Eating on route changes our menu a bit. If the waves are big I tend to avoid cooking on the stove. Lunch was a simple plate of cheese, salami, olives, celery, cucumber and the always loved, egg salad. All bite sized pieces so utensils can also be done away with. Less dishes and all that.

Lunch platter

It was grey and raining outside so writing blogs, reading and other indoor activities were the answer. However, Captain B did insist that I do my fair share of helming (2 hour shifts). It is good practice in the waves that we were experiencing. We passed so many lovely islands. The Aldermans were to port, Slipper Island to our starboard. I have dived at these islands and we discussed that ideally we would love to be able to island hop and stay at all of these places along the way. If we did that, our trip would take at least a year! Our focus is to get to the South Island to experience the Sounds, Fiordland, Stewart Island and Banks Peninsula, not to mention the notorious passages in between!

As expected, conditions really started to deteriorate about two hours from Tauranga Harbour. It was pouring with rain and the waves were building. As the waves grew over the shallow waters at the entrance to the port, which is to the right of the landmark ’the Mount’, we were literally surfing. Visibility briefly dropped to radar only in a big rain shower. Captain B was getting pretty focused on the helm! I know it’s a surf beach around the corner but this was actually quite scary. To provide us with further challenge (read fear) there was a large container ship leaving port as we were arriving. We didn’t want to have to give way whilst in the surf! Captain B was instructed to stay on CH 12 (Port Radio) and we could see their movements on our AIS (Automatic Identification System). Bonus is that they could see us too.

By the way, this is the same technology used by, but that free service relies on private citizens hosting local VHF stations to receive our transmissions and share them with MarineTraffic. So if you do look for us on there, you’ll notice big gaps where there was no reception of our signal. Captain B has arranged for PredictWind (another tool we use for departure planning), to provide a link to a chart of our whereabouts.  Click here to take a look

The MountBig Ship in TGA

We arranged a berth in the Bridge Marina for the night. Interesting marina that has no breakwater wall and the berth we were given at the edge has the tide ripping through it. Luckily we arrived on dead low tide and the water was still. Phil from the marina welcomed us and helped get the lines sorted – there weren’t any on the berth itself which I thought was just weird. Even if they do have ropes, they are often sized for a different boat size so we had ours at the ready. Phil was also frantically hosing off the finger to the berth. At first I thought how sweet he was cleaning it for us. Discovered later that hundreds of birds sit at the end of the marina as the tide brings in food for them to forage. Phil was cleaning up their poop.









Once the boat was secure, it was off to the marina office to pay for the night ($65) and to the infamous Phil’s Place for a wine. It’s a restaurant and bar owned by the drummer from AC/DC, Phil Rudd. You may have seen him in the news over the last 10 years. Usually for ‘not so good’ things! Ignoring that it’s an incredibly friendly place and we received a very warm welcome. It was only right to have some of the local produce so I selected a bottle of the Mills Reef Chardonnay.

While we were savouring the chardy on hard ground I wrote to Rochelle to see what restaurants we should go to in town. As I was selecting an option, I received a Messenger message from Michelle who worked with us about 10 years ago. Being Facebook friends, I had seen her fall in love, get married, start and run an incredibly successful business – all from afar of course!  Her message couldn’t have been nicer.  Having read our blog and seeing that we were in Tauranga she asked if she could do anything for us, pick up food, pick us up, would we like to go to dinner at the Mount Sport Fishing Club? Wow… such a warm message! That was it, we were heading to the sports club for dinner (Soft Shell Crab Burger, Arrancini Balls and Chowder) and the Tonga/Samoa League game. It was so lovely to meet her husband Shane in real life and their mother Edith (Michelle’s Step-Grandmother and Mother-in-law – I’ll leave that one with you guys to work out). A fun night was had by all. A fabulous catchup! Thanks Michelle, your kindness will always be remembered.

Dinner in TGA

Went back to Phil’s Place for a traditional ‘roadie’ on the way home to find the marina guy Phil having a few beers and then met another guy Phil. We were starting to wonder just how many Phil’s there are in Tauranga. I just think they have all found their place.


Fireworks were erupting from across the water.  It was time to call it a night!

First leg, first guests

Our first guests on board were my sister Tanya and her friend Alison. Some sea sickness tablets in hand they braved the high seas.  Destination of the day was Great Mercury Island (50 nautical miles from Auckland). After a couple of hours of riding up and down waves (thankfully head on and not sideways), Captain B decided not to push it for the full trip and headed to a bay north of Colville Bay on the west side of the top end of the Coromandel.  As we approached, the sea state improved considerably and we were able to get a fairly stable anchorage for the night.  Prior to this our guests were not exactly getting their full monies worth on the sightseeing front!  They did manage to wake up and sit outside for the latter part of the trip.

A bottle of bubbles and snacks on arrival to celebrate.  For dinner I broke a cardinal rule and bought seafood to bring onboard!  With Tanya being a pescetarian I wanted us to have a nice feast for our first night out.  Nobody complained having Panko Crumbed Scallops and Mexican Fish Tacos for dinner.  All in all, a fabulous first day!

The next morning we filled our bellies with some healthy breakfast and sat with a cuppa to discuss the big decision of the day.  To continue on or stay put. The sea was not going to be any better than the day before and likely to be worse as we rounded Cape Colville.  Winds were still upward of 25 knots.  After careful consideration the girls popped out their sea sickness tablets and we were off.  We sat outside to breathe fresh air and the distraction of the water and gorgeous land vistas were keeping any wobbly nausea at bay.  It turned out to be quite a fun trip.  I relieved the Captain of helm duty a couple of times and, of course, Tanya made a point that was the only time she felt ill.  Family huh?!

We anchored in Home Bay on Great Mercury Island and it was calm as could be.  On arrival I made one of my favs – some Thai Prawn Cakes in Lettuce Cups for lunch.


Tanya and Alison took the small tender (Orwell) to the wharf and went walking and exploring on the island.  I think they were excited to wear the lifejackets that Captain B made them try on at the safety briefing.  The weather was even warm enough for them to take a wee dip in the water half way around.  They didn’t have any togs, and in no time it surfaced that there were heaps of farm workers there on the island!  Good work girls.

Mr B and I went for a dive to give our gear a bit of a shake down.  There are little things you realise after not diving for months.  Fitting into ones wetsuit is just one of these little challenges.  Making sure you have enough weight on your belt to get those extra few kgs to the bottom of the ocean is another.   Miss Wilson – we were laughing and the giggles moved a few pounds around and in the water we plopped.   Unfortunately there were no scallops but thousands of jellyfish.  Although pretty and pink, there were too many of them to endure.  I ended up waving them off my face as you do with flies in Australia.  It was good to get wet and know that our gear is in good working order.

In line with the notion of celebrating as much as you can, it was definitely G&T time.  I finally got to use my anchor shaped ice cubes.  Oh the joy of small things!  These poor little rubber trays of only half an inch high were pushed aside on a regular basis with the question “do we really need these on the boat?” or “what are you going to do with these?” or “do you seriously want to keep these?”.  To which I carefully moved them back to a place of safety and responded “oh my god they are so cute, how could you even question them?.  Look, even the trays are anchor shaped!” or “don’t you be worrying about my ice making plans” and “you know what…. you leave them alone”.  Can you imagine how the month went of decluttering and consolidation – hmmm.  Sorry… I digress.

Cuisine of the evening was some more contraband to make Chelsea Winter’s Sticky Hoison-Glazed Salmon.  There were a lot of positive sounds coming from the guests so I think they liked it.  It was a winner if I might say so myself. Will keep that on the ‘Top Meals’ list.  Will just need to find where we can catch some more salmon!  Actually, I’ve just made a decision that salmon doesn’t count in terms of my cardinal sins.  It’s off the list.


By day three the girls had this boating lark down pat.  Up, dressed (well if you include PJs for Tanya) and ready for the day.  The most exciting thing of the morning was that I got my sister to eat eggs!  Long story but she got her head around the fact that the egg is not a baby chicken.  Just think of milk from a cow girlfriend.  From the look on her face, I wasn’t quite sure if she enjoyed the said eggs, but they went down.  And they did not return on route so that’s another bonus.

The guests rugged up and positioned themselves out on deck ready for the trip to their destination of Cooks Beach/Whitianga.  We surfed big waves most of the way.  Tanya has a place in Cooks Beach (and Alison used to) and I could see that it was pretty exciting for them to arrive from a different direction and see all the islands and rocks close up that are normally only sighted from afar. Captain B decided to circumnavigate the Needle to make up for their lack of sightseeing on the first day.  Tanya has always wanted to swim from Centre Island into Cooks Beach.  I mentioned it to the Captain and he was not impressed.  “Absolutely not” were his exact words.  You would think after 16 years he’d know that we like to have a joke or two now and again.  It’s about a 2.5km swim and after the offer of dropping her off, we decided the water may be just a little too cold.


Our first leg, our first guests, only to be greeted with our first minor setback.  Our original plan was to get a marina berth in Whitianga.  Turns out they don’t have 20 metre berths and where we could have done a drop off at the fuel dock was taken up by a working barge.  Plan B is always to see if we can anchor in the Harbour but with the raging tides, strong winds and full bays of moored boats, this was not an option either.

The Harbour Master was trying to be helpful and found a guy who had a mooring just off the Ferry Landing Wharf.  In speaking to the guy we got “you can give it a try but if ya move it or it doesn’t hold ya, it’s your responsibility to get it moved back”.  So Plan C wasn’t that encouraging either!  Never, never attach your boat to a mooring if you don’t know whether it is able to hold the weight of your boat or not.  But all is not lost, we did have a Plan D.  We anchored just off Buffalo Bay at the north end of the Whitianga beach.  It wasn’t 100% calm but given the seas we had been in over the last 3 days, it was going to do just fine.


Next challenge was to get the girls to shore.  Having the first two plans of allowing them simply to step off onto terra firma destroyed we were left with two more.  Take the small inflatable to the beach, taxi to the ferry to go to Cooks.  A very dicey and wet option given the waves.  Final option was to put the big tender in the water and take a trip to the wharf.  Of course I chose this one as I knew  we could have some time on land and more than likely in a bar for a quick tipple and snacks. Salt was our drinking hole of choice and Tanya and Ali shouted us to drinks and a beautiful platter of meats, seafood and cheese. Thanks girls!

Captain B shot off to visit the marina people and to find a hardware store to get a magnet for the anchor counter.  He forgot all about the magnet when he had to replace the gypsy (another story!). it pays to know how much anchor chain you have out!  Works just like a cadence sensor on a bike – who knew!  Knowing the one thing I hadn’t managed to buy before we left were chicken livers, Mr B also found a butcher for livers and sausages now that Tanya was off the boat!  Sorry Tanya!


Absolutely loved having you guys on board and based on your good behaviour, you know you are always invited back!  Maybe bring your togs next time!

Been too busy to blog but we’re on our way

They say the most stressful time in one’s life is when they either move house, change jobs or loose a close friend or family member.  We got rid of our house completely (without a replacement), don’t have real jobs and the majority of our friends and family are happy and well.  But by golly the last month has been stressful!  And more to the point, emotional.  It is with mixed emotions that we head away on this journey.  To see possessions that have been accumulated over the last 16 years disappear and our remaining worldly possessions fit into 3 rows of storage in front of our cars has been nothing short of sad.  Unless they join us along the way, we leave our friends and family behind as well!  Rural Broadband does help with this!  On the other hand, selling or giving the remainder away, has been both rewarding and liberating and has brought some peace to the emotional roller-coaster.  A big shout out to Dove Hospice who were amazing to deal with, weren’t fussy about what they took and the services they provide, to those who are at the end of their life, are awesome.

Amongst the consolidation of our lives and to Bennett’s horror, I did of course manage to maximise our social engagements each night before our planned departure.  I saw the dinners as a rest after each busy day.  Mr B of course just saw last minute tasks not getting done.  And there were a lot of tasks to be done.  I won’t bore you with the details but to say that the major work on the boat was completed the day before we left, the food shopping and packing this away was finished the night before and a couple of last minute purchases the morning of.  To think a week ago, we had no anchor chain solution, no secondary radar and the servicing of the generator, the water maker, the stabilisers and the engines had not been completed.  And I know this was not due to Mr B’s Project Management skills.  I’ll leave it there!

Thank you so much for all the kind messages wishing us well on our voyage. Leigh and Chris, otherwise known as Miss Wilson and The Admiral, have lived on boats for a number of years.  We met them on the boat in Bermuda and they were very encouraging to us about what we were about to do.  In their Bon Voyage message they said ‘Laugh everyday no matter what’.  I was pleased to let Leigh know that we had done just that a couple of hours prior to departure.  It was time to take our cars to storage and it was obvious that neither Mr B nor I were ‘quite right’.  A little shaky and anxious without even realising it.  Having just unlocked my car, I tried starting it and it was dead.  Must be the battery. Out come the jumper leads, Mr B moves his car so he can provide the required power and …..  nothing. Dead as.  Not believing this was happening on this particular morning, i was just about in tears when I realised that I had put my key into my pocket and was in fact trying to start my car with the spare key to Bennett’s car.  Oh dear, I think we need some food and a bit of calm.  But laugh we did!

Thanks to all those who came to our Bon Voyage celebration.  Especially to the lovely Colwyn for his kind words and to he and Kerry for our gorgeous pounamus which will keep us safe on our journey.  Really sorry that Greg and Gerry couldn’t be there but also thank them for the framed pounamu which is hanging in the saloon of Resolution III.  With all these Maori blessings, we will travel well.

Another observation over this time has been noticing just how windy it has been every day.  A relentless blowing of annoyance from a boatie’s perspective.  Ok… maybe not the sailors of the world but for us it can be a pain in the butt.  Now Mr. B explained the “Equinox phenomenon” and the fact that we are taking a hit by leaving early in the season.

Our plan was to depart on 1st November and although the wind had not abated and the sea state not great, we decided to head off rather than wait another 4 days for it to lessen.    Thank you Jack and Cheryl for coming to the dock and waving us off – very special.

Jack and Cheryl

It was at this moment I realised that we would not  be returning to the berth that had housed our boat for the last 5 years.  Mr. B took the power cord on board and a few of the morning lines for use at the few marinas we will visit along the way.  That made it pretty obvious that we weren’t coming back, at least not to this berth!

So we’re off for our 4,000 nautical mile journey.  A slightly late departure due to a power cable issue for the satellite phone, but after young Tony from Marine Electric worked his magic we were on our way only 1.5 hours late.

Leaving Auckland

If you want to stalk us on our journey, download the MarineTraffic app or go to and search for Resolution III.