June 2018

Sirens, mullet fish and kisses...

After a month spent mostly alone in my favorite anchorage clopse to Fakarava and a quiet crossing to bring Banana Split to the small Pakokota yacht club, my pace has suddenly changed: flights Fakarava-Papeete-Auckland-Whangarei-Auckland-Shanghai -Paris, that's how I finished the month of May.

I still love what French singer Michel Berger called "my airport days", except that year after year I see an irrepressible gigantism of airports, where we are now obliged to walk miles to reach another terminal; I remember, not so long ago a time when Auckland Airport was a cozy little place, with a few shops selling clothes made from sheep's wool lor skin ... today you have to walk endlessly in white and glaucous corridors before reaching the first gate.

And it's nothing compared to what awaits me in the next fortnight, since we are going to complete our film about the Caribbean: Paris, St Martin, St Barth, St Martin, Haiti, Turks and Caicos, Jamaica, Haiti (north) again, Curacao and perhaps Aruba or Bonaire, and maybe Tr inidad ... and from the return to Paris around June 20, in principle a trip Paris-Rome for Italian televison programSereno Variabile.
I was thinking the other day that between zero and twenty years old, I had taken the a plane only four times to return from Cameroon and for a visit to the United States; in the ten years that followed, hundreds of times, to sing in Italy, Germany, Brazil, Quebec, and for countless television shows. Since I've been sailing, much less of course, but with the success of our books and films "Once upon an island," the rhythm has resumed, as you can see above.


So you imagine that I'm already longing to join Banana Split at the end of the month; but I also love all these journeys, and the images that Francette and I bring back from them.

In a few days, I will be 47 years old (in disorder). I wish you an excellent month of June.

Antoine