In the early 1960s in a small French village close to Angers on the Loire River a young girl is introduced to sailing by her father or, as she says, he was putting sea water into her blood. Yannick Le Nenaon little realized how much this would impact on her
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"Instead of going to Samoa, Tonga or Fiji I went to Tuvalu and Kiribati for three months then the Marshall Islands for another three months before going to Japan."
The trip to Japan was cold compared to the tropics and the winds were 'all over the place'. When they arrived Jonathan had a major overhaul which included fitting an engine for the first time.Yannick had hoped 'Mr Yamaha' would gift it but, no, she had to buy it. She spent a year sailing on the inland sea close to Hiroshima before setting off again for New Caledonia where she stayed for six months.
From New Caledonia she headed north through Torres Strait to Papua New Guinea, across the Indian Ocean to Mauritius, on to Durban, around the Cape of Good Hope and up the Atlantic to Martinique. And it was here, finally, she not only had Jonathan she also acquired Henry, the man who became her husband and the father to her son, Noah. Jonathan was sold as the family set sail for New Zealand in Henry's yacht, arriving in Opua in 1986. They settled, and have remained, in Kerikeri.
To landlubbers, indeed even to yachties, what YannickWakelam achieved is sensational yet she speaks of her achievements like they're the most natural thing, underplaying the vast distances of open ocean she covered and the fortitude required to do it. She says she was following the seasons and 'island hopping' as though it's something everyone does. Occasionally, though, she offers more insight.
"To go a short distance or a long one is the same and the moment you pull your anchor you have your life in your hands.
"You have been depending on your sextant and you expect to find an island and there it is, a little thing that grows when you approach it. You are Christopher Columbus again!
"And at sea you don't have strong smells and when you arrive in The Marquesas (for
example) the frangipani is so strong it can get you drunk!"
She has sailed the Bay of Islands too, in a small 'bathtub' but last year because of poor health she had to give that up. Now every day excitement lies in her garden and rest in her thoughts.
"Whatever you do in life the spirit is with you. I see the pearl of life in the seeds that sprout in the garden. I realize that when I started sailing you can get into the moment and that's what I was looking for. Now I do Vaipassana meditation and can sit crosslegged and go there and don't need to get wet."