Latest Dispatch · 27 July 2026
The Cat, the Eggplant and a Trivia Team I Did Not Ask For
Bay of Biscay · 47.9° N, 12.4° W
I woke up to find the ship's cat at the foot of my bed. I also discovered I do not like eggplant. Priya has rostered me onto her trivia team. The seagulls are judging all of us.
Bay of Biscay · 27 July 2026
26 July 2026Gulls, Diesel and a Peach Cobbler: 22 to 26 July
Tiny fished off the stern, Kev finally opened the engine room, the sky went a ridiculous blue, and Elena produced a peach cobbler that has rearranged my priorities.
21 July 2026The Laundry, the Engine Room, and a Pie I Did Not Share
I found the laundry, lost the argument about outdoor drying, missed driving, and told Big Kev about my turbocharged Miata. He was unimpressed.
20 July 2026A Birthday that I did not mention
A key lime pie the size of one honest portion, a song I did not enjoy, and the discovery that this ship has Starlink and a library. My iPhone remains, on principle, switched off.
16 July 2026Warm Water and a Stash of Tea: 14, 15 and 16 July
I have found a swimming pool, lost a game of eye spy at 02:30, and accidentally befriended the cook with a hidden supply of hotel tea.
13 July 2026Useless and Thrilled: Three Days Out of Savannah
The ship finally moved. The horn, the gap of water, the smell of diesel and salt and something I cannot name. I have never felt more superfluous in my life.
9 July 2026Aboard at Last: Berth 8, Garden City Terminal
I am on the ship. I have a cabin. I have met three of the crew. We sail tomorrow on the tide.
8 July 2026Embarkation Notes from Savannah
Three days of humidity, oysters, paperwork, and a very serious conversation with a shipping agent named Doreen.
Monday, 6 July 2026Departure: Atlanta, 06:42, Peachtree Station
The train south. A duffel that will not zip. A MacBook balanced on my knees. A boiled peanut vendor who asked no questions.
3 July 2026The Plan, or: How I Ended Up Booking Passage on a Container Ship
A quiet run of free time, one wall map, and a slightly unhinged spreadsheet. This is how the whole thing started.
The Premise
Some time on my hands. One duffel. One MacBook. One 400 metre container ship out of Savannah.
I have found myself with some time on my hands. Rather than learn Italian or buy a road bike, I have elected to circumnavigate the world by container ship, filing regular dispatches from the weather deck. The coffee is strong. The WiFi is not.