Safe and sound in Wellington harbour.
A wash, a good sleep and now cooking freshly bought breakfast!
A big thank you to the various New Zealand Authorities.
The Rescue Coordination centre. Absolute legends! I was too far out and isolated to get physical help, but they kept an eye me with regular ‘skeds’ and did a lot of work behind the scenes to make my arrival smooth with things like berthing and customs. They even organised for help with docking. I stayed up all night for the Cook Strait passage, so hadn’t slept in 48 hours on arrival. They made it very easy.
To the Customs guys. Never met a bunch of less bureaucratic people. Their focus was to get me to medical help asap and to not be a bother or get in the way of that.
To the Wellington Regional Hospital, lovely friendly service. I had an xray promptly and very little wait until I was seen.
To a random Wellington Bus driver.
I missed my stop coming back from the hospital and ended up at the end of the bus line. He got me to stay in the bus and drove me halfway across the city to directly where I needed to be. Completely above the call of duty. The kindest man I’ve met.
As for me.
My shoulder is a little stiff and sore.
Nothing to see on the xray which is good news.
No hint of any instability in the joint.
I was laying in the bottom of the boat several days ago with a dislocated shoulder, and I realised that the chances of losing my boat were reasonable if I could not reduce the shoulder. This would mean the end of my trip.
I was asked a question: do you really want to finish the trip. If so, fix your shoulder.
The answer was yes.
I am waiting a few weeks to give my shoulder every chance of rest it needs, then I shall push on. Solo sailing in blue water is magnificent.
Land has it perks, fresh bacon, no need for boards on your bunk to stop sudden ejection during sleep, but for now, the sea is where I feel at home, and the sea is where I shall be.