The Voyage: Roz Savage
D-Cups in Las Vegas
19 May 2008, Las Vegas, Nevada

No, I am not talking about the conspicuous features of the silicon beauties on the Las Vegas Strip - but rather the blight of Disposable Cups.

I am in Las Vegas for the EMC2 conference, at the invitation of my title sponsors Brocade. Today when I went to a coffee shop in search of my morning caffeine hit, I did as I usually do and presented the barista with my trusty metal mug, and asked that it be filled with my beverage of choice.

"Sorry, we can't. Hygiene regulations."


"Casinos in Nevada. We can't put your drink in your mug. Germs."

"They're MY germs. I'm quite happy with them, really."

"We can put your drink in one of our plastic cups, and then you can pour it into your mug."

"But the whole point is not that I want to drink out my mug, but that I want to avoid using a disposable cup."



I apologized to the barista for taking it out on her, when clearly she was only obeying the law. I considered not having a coffee, which would probably have been the best solution for my health as well as for the environment, but instead decided to use my caffeine-induced surge of energy to build up a fine head of steam, and then use my righteous indignation to generate some action.

I have consulted with David Helvarg of Blue Frontier Campaign, and we are looking at launching an online petition to create incentives for people to use reusable mugs rather than disposable cups - possibly a charge or a tax on disposables.

It appalls me when I see the number of plastic, paper and styrofoam cups leaving from coffee shops, and I imagine those quantities multiplied up across all the thousands of Starbucks and other coffee shops across the world, every day of the year. That is an awful lot of landfill.

Now that the anti-plastic-bag movement is gathering momentum, it's time to move on to the next target...

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Emotional Rollercoaster
18 May 2008, Woodside, California

Generally I attempt to maintain an attitude of Zen calm in the face of life's ups and downs. The Atlantic taught me, among many other things, that things are rarely as good or as bad as they seem, so there is no point getting too excited about the good, or too bent out of shape about the bad.

But this last week has tested my Zen serenity to its limits. Last weekend there was a short-term financial crisis that seemed to threaten my expedition - or at least my ability to pay the satphone bill (on which my blogs, videos, and podcasts depend). On Monday the money appeared.

Mid-week it seemed that some crucial pieces of kit had gone missing. After a sleepless night they were finally unearthed in an unexpected corner of the hangar where my boat is stored.

On Friday a friend and I baked in a California heatwave as a we laboured to get various bits of electrical equipment working, including the location beacon (which sends back my position to this website), the onboard camera system (needed so I can record footage for our environmental documentary) and my stereo (needed to keep me sane!). I won't say we "failed", as I was quite rightly reminded by comments on a previous blog that the f-word is simply a matter of interpretation, but I can safely say that we didn't succeed. And all other forms of assistance had dried up.

Then yesterday the cavalry arrived in the shape of Rich Crow, the helicopter engineer who worked on my boat last year. He knows the electrical system better than anybody else.

He was grumbling like mad as he crammed his frame back into my tiny cabin to investigate the problem, but he swiftly traced the likely cause to a battery that had run so low over the winter that even the bright sunshine hitting the solar panels could not bring it back from the dead.

So each and every crisis has caused its fair share of despondency, only to be resolved the next day.

Funny how help turns up just when I need it, and a timely reminder that life has a way of looking after me. So why worry? Be happy!

[photo: Rich Crow manoeuvres the Brocade outside the Hayward hangar]

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Pre-launch Nerves?
14 May 2008, Woodside, California

Various people have been asking me how I am feeling as I prepare to relaunch my Pacific bid. Am I excited? Nervous? Confident?

My honest answer is this: I haven't had time to think about it!! Still so much to do - that is all I can focus on right now. If I start thinking ahead to the row itself, my head would explode. At the moment I see the row as the light at the end of a VERY big To Do list!

For sure, having succeeded once before is a big confidence-booster. But there again, I've also failed once before, so I take nothing for granted. I'm just staying focused in the present and doing what needs to be done to get me to the launch, as well-prepared as I can be for a safe and successful crossing.

One stroke at a time!

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Shore Leave: Latest Departure News
13 May 2008, Woodside, California

The latest update from Rick Shema, my weatherguy, is that there will be no suitable weather window for a departure before May 22. The winds here blow mostly onshore, so we are waiting for a period of at least 4 days of winds less than 5 knots.

The plan is to be ready at a moment's notice to drop everything (although by that stage there should ideally be little left to drop), tow the Brocade to the departure point, put her in the water, and then row like billy-o to put as many miles as possible between me and dry land before the headwinds pick up again and try to blow me back onto the California coast.

The dream is to leave from under the Golden Gate Bridge, but if time is wearing on and there is no sign of suitable weather, anywhere on the western seaboard will do. The main objective is to get away cleanly and safely, with a fully functioning boat. The final checklist will be something like this:

Calm conditions for 5 days - check.
Watermaker working - check.
GPS working - check.
Cameras working - check.
Don't shipwreck.
Don't capsize.
Row like buggery...

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