Elisabeth Easther talks to Fiordland Discovery's owner-operator Kate Rollason.
I'm from South Shropshire, on the English/Welsh border. I was about 13 the first time I went overseas and it was such an adventure after previously only driving to Wales. Off to France to go camping we went, then crossed on the ferry and I was so excited. My main memory is of my brother stepping on a stonefish and being bundled off to a French hospital.
After school I did a degree in English literature then, a week after finishing, I went to Jamaica on a student work exchange. I was working in a hotel outside Montego Bay, the owner was bizarre, very reclusive and, with the other girl who was working there, we asked very politely if we could have the same day off. And we got fired. We found work in another hotel and in the weekends we went hitch-hiking around the island. Looking for adventure with our Lonely Planet, we'd head off with Jamaican guys into the back of beyond on the back of mopeds. If my kids did that now, I'd be horrified.
Towards the end of that trip, I was set to crew on a boat for a big race from Kingston when we heard about a hurricane due to hit the next morning. We were hunkering down in the hills above Kingston, all the furniture in the middle of the room, the windows taped up. I went out in the eye of the storm and it was the weirdest thing, so quiet, the strangest light and absolutely silent.