Arriving at the mythical (well, to me) Island of St. Helena
22.10.2008 23 °C
I have been hearing about St. Helena for all of my life, yet for some reason, i've always kind of felt it was some kind of mythical place. Like Atlantis, Eldorado and Bognor Regis. Somewhere that you always hear of, and sometimes even look for, but never seem to find; somewhere so small and far away that it probably doesn't exist and is just there as a bit of filler for cartographers (yes, i'm a cartographer). And If i'm honest, despite always wanting to, I don't think i actually expected to ever get here. What I expected to happen on the boat, i'm not sure - perhaps the crew would announce that, sorry, they can't find it for some reason, or "it was definitely here last time" and then just continue to Cape Town. I really don't know.
It really, REALLY, does exist!
It's definitely land. I think i've actually made it
The officers on the bridge guiding us into the Jamestown anchorage
In true British fashion, the rain and clouds came out to meet us (yes, it is a tropical Island in early summer...)
This sign painted on the side of a path wall near Mundens Point says it all - our arrival was the first contact/delivery from the outside world that the Island had had for almost six weeks
Who says there is no air travel on St. Helena...
The first group of passengers leave the ship
St. Helena's capital, Jamestown, from the anchorage with Jacob's ladder going up the hill on the right hand side
Look, 29 years later and I'm actually here!!!
Bye-Bye RMS St. Helena
On dry land, the mythical island of St. Helena
Yes, I'm finally home