The second to last final voyage

Travelling beyond the ordinary, I love it. So when I heard that the RMS St. Helena, the only way to get to the island of St. Helena for many years, would stop, I knew I had to be on one of the last trips. After years of loyal service the mail ship will be exchanged for airplanes. Not because the boat no longer meets the requirements of the Saints (as the people who live on St. Helena call themselves), but because it is time to finally use the most useless airport in the world.

After all, all good things come to an end and so does the RMS St. Helena. But there is an appropriate farewell to that. Unfortunately, the very last trip of the RMS St. Helena was fully booked with journalists, television crews and a lot of other important people. So I booked the second to last trip. Much more fun because this trip would leave Cape Town on December 28 and arrive 14 days later in St. Helena. This would mean that I would be celebrating New Years Eve on the RMS St. Helena somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. And let that be something unique, something that will never occur again. Great! And as icing on the cake, the ship does not sail directly to St. Helena, but makes a detour to Tristan da Cunha, the most remote inhabited place on earth.

A very special trip that I of course captured with my camera.