In fact, that particular location that the Jewish authorities have accepted represents the Western Wall of an early Roman fortress finally built and enlarged by Herod the Great. King Herod called it Fort Antonia, after the famous Mark Anthony who lived at the end of the first century before Christ. It was formerly called the Baris in the proceeding hundred years and it finally became known as the Praetorium in the New Testament period the central military edifice in Jerusalem where the commanding general of a Legion of troops had his headquarters. This rectangular type of building clearly resembles most permanent military camps that the Romans constructed throughout the Empire to house their Legions.
Across the Atlantic Across the Atlantic Departure from the little West Coast community of Laaiplek, km North of Cape Town South Africawhere we had berthed Bosun Bird for the past two years, was about a month later than we had originally planned: But the delay was probably just as well, for there were few appropriate weather windows in July and August; in fact it was one of the stormiest winters in recent memory; one wind-lashed night the SA weather service was reporting 9 metre swells for a mile stretch of coast from Namibia to Cape Agulhas and a weather buoy just South of the Cape of Good Hope reported swells of up to 23 metres.
D-Day was Tuesday September 6th, The significance of solomons silver watch 20 years to the day after we set off from Maple Bay, British Columbia Canadaon what was to become a circumnavigation but in our first boat: It was with some regrets that we motored down the Berg River, past the familiar old wooden fishing boats — Silver Katonkel, Stormkop, Loerisfontein — and into the open ocean but, objectively speaking, South Africa is no great place for recreational sailing.
Our first stop was to be Luderitz, Namibia: With five metre swells still in evidence following the most recent storm, this was a rolly sail, the boom often grazing the rushing waters as we lurched from one side to the other and skidded diagonally down the face of the waves. Nick had taken the precaution of dosing up heavily on Stugeron, the only seasickness remedy that works for him apart from sitting under a palm tree so that, unlike off the coasts of Washington and Oregon twenty years earlier, he was able to contribute to the handling of the vessel.
Winds were generally strong and the seas cold: The cockpit was rarely dry and we made maximum use of our new red and expensive foul weather gear. On our fourth and last night out the winds rose to gale force for several hours, forcing us to fly our smallest jib, which still kept us racing down the rollers at four knots.
One bonus of the cold current was extraordinarily abundant bird life: The albatrosses are awe-inspiring to watch: Close to land we were also visited by curious Cape Fur Seals, escorted by dolphins and, one dark night, a whale startlingly exhaled and drew breath only a few metres away.
Even when the stars were in as they were most of the time we left a trail of glittering phosphorescence, and some nights there would be strange and sudden flashes of light from beneath the sea, all around. However, our acquisition of a GPS Geographical Positioning System eliminated much of the previous uncertainty associated with landfalls hereabouts, and we made our landfall at Dias Point on schedule and in a fortuitous burst of sunshine.
It owes its existence to being the only good natural harbour Germany could use when this was a colony before WW1 - Walvis Bay having been prudently pre-empted by Britain- and to diamonds.
Most of the vessels in the harbour are connected with the offshore alluvial dredging operations that now provide most diamonds: Later distinguished visitors included the Russian Grand Fleet which bunkered here en route to catastrophe at Tsushima.
We stocked up once more on fresh vegetables, replenished our water tanks and, one week after our arrival, were on our way again, heading NW into the South Atlantic.
In the 80s, the passage from the Cape to St Helena had been one of the favourites of our entire circumnavigation: But that was the end of summer; now we were at the tail end of a boisterous winter.
Over the next two weeks we saw the sun only sporadically and wore our foul weather gear most of the time; only when we a mere 60 miles out from St Helena did a Bosun Bird spell off those Antarctic denizens. Day after day the wind blew at an uncomfortable 25 knots, building swells that again had us rolling heavily and dumping occasional dollops of cold water into the cockpit.
Heading almost dead downwind meant we had constantly to tend our faithful but rather aged Wind Pilot, a Hasler-style self-steering gear — which involved leaning far out over the transom, the most mobile part of the vessel. Most nights we saw the lights of ships which, as always, made for some nervous moments as we attempted to figure out from the configuration of their lights whether or not they might be on a converging course; few would answer their radios when we called them up and most seemed slow moving, which led us to conclude they were fishing boats, likely Korean or Taiwanese not noted for their strict adherence to international maritime regulations The highlight of every day was when we would mark up our position with a small cross on the chart an enormous one with St Helena at the top, Tristan da Cunha in the middle, and — at the bottom, the remotest island in the world: Low points were getting up for those night watches, usually just as you had found a position in which you could doze off without rolling of your bunk.
Maybe, but in some ways all this — the wind, the stars, the rushing ocean, seabirds, the emptiness — seems to us just as real and meaningful as the horrors of Iraq. One of the better books I read on this passage there were many to which I would not admit.
The world was simple; stars and darkness. But we were still 37 miles away, and there was no prospect of making the open roadstead off Jamestown, in the lee of the southeasters, before nightfall. We deliberately slowed down and, as night fell inched our way ever closer.
There were one or two lights visible: With cloud settling low on the island, it took on a sinister prospect. The nearest human habitation was more than seven hundred nautical miles away: For most of the night we nervously sailed ever so slowly back and forth some three miles offshore, anxious not to get blown away from the shelter of the island, but fearful lest we get too close to the unlit coast.
It was with some relief that we got under way again at about The mile run had taken us 14 days. There were two shops: Thorpes and a Spar, both of which stocked South African and British imports. There was in no airport, which made this one of the most isolated communities in the world:Futrli shows you real-time data for a live view of business, perfect for business owners and advisors.
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