My papa is a dreamer from way back.
He set sail as soon as he was old enough and learned to navigate by the stars across the great indigo Atlantic Ocean, just like his father, and his father before him.
Papa is the original bohemian traveller, drifting where the tides, winds and stars take him. My sister and I have the ocean in our veins. We were born to the seas. Sea legs before land legs. And so I came to be drifting and dreaming with my papa, his lovely partner Luciana and their trusty boat-hound Luna, through the furthest reaches of the beautiful Solomon Islands. This string of pristine islands are the most untouched in the South Pacific. Few tourists venture to the Solomon Islands, just a three hour flight from Brisbane airport. Even fewer reach the outer islands, so we set our course 5 degrees north and sailed towards the equator to find deserted coconut palm fringed beaches, colourful coral reefs teeming with tropical fish and villages of leaf huts filled with papaya trees and smiling faces.
Choiseul was our destination, and what we found exceeded even my wildest tropical island expectations.
Our days were filled by collecting coconuts - freshly fallen for their sweet water, and older for their snowy white flesh to grate and squeeze milk for our supper.
Taya was a guest on her papa's charter catamaran, SV Chemistry. http://svchemistry.net, @svchemistry